Okay, I've seen a lot of headcannons about Jason not really knowing how to do the "adulting". But do you guys ever consider the thought of him not knowing how to take care of himself in the smallest and seemingly mundane sort of ways?
Like, just imagine Bruce, in full bat gear, reaching out to gently trace a fresh cut on Jason's cheek and asking him what happened and how he got it.
Jason would blush and pull away and mumble something about it being no big deal.
But Bruce knows deep down what that cut is from, he's had too many of them himself to not connect the dots.
So the next time Jason is staying at the manor, Bruce hovers by his door until he hears the tell-tale curse, and opens the door a crack to ask if he can come in.
Jason, muttering about not ever having any privacy when he stays at the manor and this being exactly why he doesn't like it, pulls open the door to glare at Bruce and ask what he wants in a demanding, snappy tone.
Bruce smiles a little, a pained kind of smile, and reaches out to catch a droplet of blood from Jason's chin from a fresh, still bleeding cut before it can stain Jason's shirt or the floor, and asks a simple question: "Shaving trouble?"
Jason stares, almost aghast at the fact that Bruce just... knew. Then he drops his head, trying desperately to hide the tears in his eyes and the flush of embarrassment that darkens his face. "I keep cutting myself." He mumbles, leaning against the doorframe even though he wishes it was Bruce's shoulder. "I dunno what I'm doin' wrong. It shouldn't be this hard!"
Bruce reaches out, not in a pushy way, but in an offering, inviting sort of way, and can't help but smile as Jason immediately steps forward to rest his forehead dejectedly against Bruce's chest as Bruce pulls him in close. "There's a bit of a trick to it actually. Can I show you?"
And Jason just nods against Bruce's chest and mumbles an earnest, relieved, has-been-wanting-this-for-so-long: "Please?"
And Bruce would of course lead him to the bathroom with an arm around his son's shoulders. He'd gently clean the cut on Jason's chin and show him how to hold the razor handle and "for goodness sake Jay, you've gotta use a little shaving cream or gel or lotion or something". He'd put his hand over Jason's to guide the first strokes and praise him as he did well and comfort him by telling Jason that he had cut himself loads of times when he was first learning.
It's too late. It's been put off. It's a moment they should have had long before now. It's a moment that was stolen by trauma, death, anger, and misunderstanding. But they don't think about that. They're just happy that they've been able to take the moment back. That they're here, and that too late is better than the never that should have been considering their circumstances.
Do y'all ever think about things like that? No? Must just be me...