"Bruce, all I know about your relationship with your son," I say, resting my forearms against the edge of the table, keeping my voice low enough that what I say stays between us but not so low as to sound like I'm trying to be secretive, "is how it ended. As far as it's been explained to me, any favor I do for you regarding Jason would be facilitating an abusive relationship. Unless there are details you'd like to provide to clarify things."

Because I am more than willing to listen. I understand complicated- I even understand dangerously complicated, with someone you consider family. No. With someone who is family, your only family. I understand that, especially given our shared line of work. Every story has two sides, and I haven't even heard Bruce's. In fact, I haven't heard Jason's, not fully. I only know what he's alluded to and what Bucky's told me flat out, but I have no reason to disbelieve either of them.

That doesn't mean, however, that I won't listen to what Bruce has to say.