God, but he's young, now that Bruce is really looking at him, taking him in. He looks about as old as Jason was when he--

Bruce draws in a breath. It's been a decade. It doesn't ever get any better, it just lies in wait, letting you focus on other things until it's ready to wound you anew. Time doesn't really heal, not from a loss like this.

He musters up a friendly smile all the same, reaching for Jess' hand. "Bruce Wayne," he replies, "but, please, call me Bruce." He appreciates the manners, he really does, but he's not sure he's ready to be sir'ed constantly. "It's nice to meet you. I'll be here for at least a few days yet, I'm sure."