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"I had a client today ask me if I'm happy." Leslie began, swirling the amber liquid in the bottom of her glass. "I didn't answer, of course. Professional boundaries and what have you."

She took a sip, savouring the flavour, the burn of it at the back of her throat. "But still. It did make me wonder."

The corner of her lip quirked at his appology and Leslie was reminded again of how young the boy was.

It was with an ignored pang of sadness for the boy that she put her next question to him. Food and shelter and school were not things a boy his age ought to be concerned about. "Do you think its something you could continue to do?" She was curious to see what he would fill it with when those types of answers began to run low.

He was glaring at her notepad, but Leslie continued unperturbed. Jason would just need to get used to it. Hopefully after a few sessions, he wouldn’t care as much but it only reaffirmed that she had been right to leave it out in their previous session.

“That’s great Jason. Well done.” She wasn’t going to ask to see the journal, that hadn’t been her plan. But she did have questions for him regarding it. “How did it feel, purposefully thinking of different things to be grateful for? Was it easy, difficult, talk me through it.”

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@docthompkins Lunch Meeting ❤️

Did I just spend time finding every batfamily member I could? Yes. Did I just spend at least 45 minutes figuring out ages that make sense ? Yes.

Did I say f**k DC timeline? Absolutely!

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Leslie is so infuriated by Bruces vigilanteism but is equally so proud of when Batman saves innocent lives. The cognitive dissonance is jarring and often she struggles to express that to him without lecturing him on stoking the escalation of crime in the city. She just worries, Bruce. She hates having to piece him and his children back together again but will do it every time.

Leslie practically lived at the manor for a period of time after Thomas and Martha died, helping Alfred adjust and to also be there for her Godson who she needed to hold as much as he needed to be held. It was a difficult time for them both. Bruce is the closest thing Leslie has had to a son and she loves him dearly.

Leslie raised an amused eyebrow. "You only had a lot going on as a kid? That's changed, has it?"

She shook her head. Bruce had been a child during the period where they had danced aid eachother. The odd moment that could have become something more but never did. "No Bruce. If you've managed to finally convince him to take a vacation the last thing he'll need is to see me. Let the man enjoy his peace."

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“Don’t be too hard on yourself, Bruce dear.” And she squeezed his hand. The last thing she had meant in her confession was to make him feel guilty. Perhaps she should have kept it to herself.

No. She reminded herself. Sharing is healthy. Allowing people to show up for you is important.

“Of course he does. We’ve known eachother for years.” People grew fond of eachother of course. He cared for her Leslie was sure. Loving and being in love, however were two different things. “The stubborn man wouldn’t know how what rest looked like if it hit him square in the face.”

He shook his head at her. “No, Leslie, like he loves you. I may have had a lot going on as a kid, but that I saw. He’s always loved you.” He did chuckle at her comment, she was right about that. “That’s why I’m making him take a vacation. You should join him. You could use a break.”