Sam

HI! this is just my brainrot, imma be honest with you. (also I have an ao3 where I write more indept stories! it's samuelwayne and you should definitely go check it out.)

[samuelwwayne]

Jason Todd can see Dead People: A Continuation.

- Jason Todd can see Dead People -

Jason Todd can see dead people. And now Dick Grayson knew about it.

Introducing Dick to Martha and Thomas was... strange, to say the least. Jason acted as a translator between them, of sort. A medium, as Dick hilariously put it. Dick was kind and Martha and Thomas were excited to get to officially meet another one of their grandsons. As for how Jason was taking it...

"I wanna die," Jason said as he plonked himself down on his couch once Dick had left.

Rhune snorted, plonking down next to him, mirroring his posture. "Oh yeah because that went so well for you last time."

Jason glared at them. "Hey, being dead would be better then having to deal with Dick-face and his overpowering need to protect."

Martha hummed. She walked over and leaned against the arm of the couch. She ran a hand through Jason's hair. "I get that you're worried, dear, but surely you know Dick will be fine."

Jason couldn't help but pout. "But Martha-"

"No buts," Thomas said firmly. He crossed his arms. "Now, young man, it's getting late. To bed with you."

Jason rolled his eyes but did as he was told. "Such a shame you died when Bruce was eight," he muttered. "Because I'm sure his teenage years would've been swell."

"If we weren't dead, you would be," Martha said smoothy, one hand clasped on top of the other in her lap. "Bruce would never have become Batman and you would have never been Robin, meaning you would most likely still be on the streets, if you were lucky enough to make it this long."

Jason paused in his doorway. Then, without another word, stepped into his bedroom and shut the door.

[✩]

Five in the morning. Five in the fucking morning Dick had dragged Jason out of his bed and out into the middle of butt-fuck nowhere. "Why did I agree to this again?" Jason grumbled as he followed Dick aimlessly around a convention or... something. He didn't really know where he was but Thomas was holding one of his hands to make sure he didn't get lost. Jason's eyes were barely open.

"Because I might need your help," Dick said back even though Jason wasn't really wanting the answer. Dick grinned at Jason over his shoulder, which Jason saw even as he glared at his brother. "And you love me."

Jason grumbled. "Debatable." Martha, who was never far from her husband, smacked Jason upside the head. He winced, rubbing it and glaring at her. "Bitch," he mumbled under his breath.

Dick glanced back at him again. "Who're you talking to?"

"A mean lady who keeps whacking me," was Jason's response. Martha laughed quietly and he glared at her again. "You know, sometimes I wish I was schizophrenic because if I was then you wouldn't be able to assault me."

Before Martha could respond, a man jogged over to them. Jason and Dick both stopped walking. The plump greying man pulled Dick into a bone crushing hug that he eagerly returned. "Well, if it isn't the Dick Grayson." The man's voice was hearty and Dick looked like a little kid when he looked up at him.

"Hi, Mr. Haly," was Dick's sunny response. Jason narrowed his eyes. Haly? As in Haly's Circus? He glanced at Thomas and Martha who both shrugged. "It's so good to see you again." Dick then pulled away from Haly and grabbed Jason's arm, tugging him forward causing the younger man to stumble and be disconnected from Thomas. "This is my baby brother Jason! Jason, this is Mr. Haly."

Jason grumbled something under his breath before smiling as politely as he could at the ring master. "Hello, Mr. Haly. Dick has told me a lot about you."

Haly laughed. "As does he about you, Young Jason. As much as I adore seeing you, Dick, I assume you aren't just here for pleasantries?" The smile fell from his face.

Dick shook his head, displeasure sewing into his features. "No, Mr. Haly, I'm not. I heard about the girl who went missing and I wanted to see if I could be of any help in finding her."

Haly's smile returned. "Oh, little robin, you really are the kindest lad I know." Jason tensed for a moment before he forced himself to relax. He knew the name Robin came from when Dick was in the circus but it didn't sit right with him to hear it used so openly, so confidently- affectionately to someone who hadn't worn the suit in over a decade. "Come this way. You can chat with her older brother."

That was how Jason found himself standing in a tent watching from afar as Dick talked to a boy who couldn't be older than Damian, fourteen, maybe fifteen at a stretch. He had shaggy brown hair and soft grey eyes. Jason was leaning against a stack of crates, one leg bent to brace against the crates and his arms crossed over his chest. He was trying not to seem too intimidating but Haly, who was on the other side of Dick and the boy, kept glancing at him.

"You look miserable," Thomas told him. He was standing beside Jason. Martha was sitting next to Dick, listening intently to what the boy - Jack, maybe? - had to say.

"I am miserable," Jason replied back, voice quiet and mouth hardly moving so it wasn't obvious he was talking to someone. "I don't get why I have to be here."

"Dick wants you here in case she's dead!" Martha called from where she was sitting, eyes still on the boy, as eloquent as ever. "If you see her around and no one else can then it helps to know they need to look for a body rather then track down a girl!"

"Well that isn't depressing," Jason mumbled. He pushed himself into a standing position, getting the attention of Dick, the boy and Haly. He shifted on his feet. "Sorry to interrupt, but I'm going to go get some air."

Dick nodded. He held up a picture of a girl who looked like Jack but younger with slightly blonder brown hair. "This is Jill. If you see her, gimme a text."

Jack and Jill? Seriously? Refraining from rolling his eyes, Jason nodded and left the tent. While Martha opted to stay behind, Thomas followed him out. "Where are you going?" Thomas asked with the raise of an eyebrow. He brushed non-existent dirt from his suit jacket and vest.

"For a walk," Jason responded, speaking more outwardly to Thomas considering there wasn't a lot of people around and the ones that were weren't going to care. The obviously dead people glanced over and some of them stared but that was because Jason was clearly not dead and talking to someone that clearly was.

"Are you going to look for the girl?" Thomas fell into step beside Jason easily. Jason scanned the surrounding area for the girl. He couldn't remember everything about her but he might as well try. For Dick, if not for anything else. There were a series of tents scattered behind the big one where the show was. He decided to walk through them and try not disturb the acts too much.

"If I find her, I find her," was what Jason said to Thomas. "If I don't, then I don't."

Thomas hummed, looking around too. "Hopefully if you find her, she's alive."

Jason sighed. "Yeah." His eyes passed over the people as he continued walking. "Hopefully."

[✩]

How long exactly did Jason Todd spend walking around that circus? Far too long. Thomas was starting to get a worried look on his face and Jason's lungs were burning. He'd been walking for what felt like hours. He needed to sit down.

Being the person he was, Jason plonked down in the middle of the grass, unbothered by the looks he got from other people, both alive and dead. He took deliberate breaths as Thomas sat down next to him.

"You look like you could use a drink."

Jason looked up to see a woman standing near him but to the side, a smile on her face and, despite her assessment, no drink in sight. Her eyes were blue and her dark hair was pulled up into a pony-tail. She was wearing a blue uniform that screamed trapeze artist. She also looked vaguely familiar so Jason wondered if she'd been in the circus long. He hadn't seen Haly's Circus preform since he was Robin and Dick had wanted to take him. It was hard for Jason to figure out what age the woman was because she could've been twenty-four or she could've been fifty-seven.

"I'm alright," Jason huffed. He took a deep breath. "Just been walkin' 'round for a while." He took out his phone and pulled up the picture of the girl Dick had sent him. (He sent the picture in case he forgot what she looked like. Honestly, fuck that guy.) "My brother's helping find the girl that went missing." He turned the phone to face the woman. "Seen her around?"

The woman looked at the phone. Then she shook her head, a frown etching onto her face. "Not since she disappeared, no." She looked down at her hands. "You know, I've been a part of this circus for a long time. She hasn't been here long but she's got spirit. Both her and her brother are talented on the trapeze. Best I've seen in a long time."

Jason looked down at his phone. He thumbed the side of the screen as he looked at the word Dickie printed as the label for the chat. "Yeah? You ever see the Flying Grayson's preform?" Her eyes snapped to him but he didn't see it. "They're the greatest on the trapeze. You can try to tell me otherwise but as someone who's seen Dick Grayson preform up close, you won't convince me."

When Jason looked back up at her, tears brimmed her eyes but she was smiling. "Oh? Well yes, I have seen them. They were magnificent, weren't they?" When her tears fell, a man carefully stepped to her side and brushed them away.

"Why are you crying, my love?" he asked softly. He had dark hair too and his uniform was matching hers so he assumed they were a part of the same act.

"Nothing, nothing," the woman said as she tried batting away her husband's (the matching wedding bands made Jason assume they were married) hands. "Oh- you know that new girl Jill, and her brother Jack?"

The man nodded. "Yes."

The woman nodded back. "Right. Well there's a detective who's come to find her. Have you seen her?"

The man's eyes widened. He turned to face Jason. "You are who I should be talking to, yeah?"

Jason raised his eyebrows. "Yeah. Do you know where she is?"

The man shook his head. "Not exactly, but I did see who took her and the way they went."

Jason got to his feet. "Shit- that's actually really helpful. Hold on, I'm not the detective-" Jason glanced at Thomas, who was looking at the couple with a fond look on his face. He decided to ignore that. "We should find-"

"Jay!"

"Right on time." Jason turned and watched as Dick ran over. He had Jack following him, Martha not too far behind. "Hey, D. Okay?"

Dick nodded. "Yeah. You?"

Jason clicked his tongue. "Yeah- really good, actually."

Jack stood behind Dick like Jason had seen many little kids do. They flocked to Dick Grayson like moths to a flame. Jason, out of everyone, knew why. "Really?" Jack was English, as said from his accent. Jason hadn't known that. "Do you know where my sister is?"

Before Jason could respond, Dick put a hand on Jack's shoulder. "Why don't you let Jason and I talk while you go get some breakfast." Dick's smile was as bright as ever and, albeit reluctantly, Jack rushed off to wherever they were serving breakfast. When he was gone, Dick turned back to Jason, a look of mixed hope and dread on his face. "Do you know where she is?"

Jason shrugged. "Sort of. One of the trapeze artists in the circus told me that he saw who took her and the way they went. She was definitely kidnapped and as far as I can tell, alive."

Dick's hopeful look washed away quickly. "Trapeze artist?" Jason nodded. "Jay, there are no trapeze artists in Haly's Circus right now aside from Jack and Jill."

Jason frowned. "What do you-" He turned and look at the man and the woman who were standing a little behind him now since he'd turned around to face Dick. The man had one arm around his wife and the other holding both of her hands, which were pressed to his chest. They were both staring at Dick, eyes tearful but smiles fond.

That was when Jason realised where he knew them from.

"Jay?" Dick stepped around to be standing in front of Jason. "What's going on?" His eyes widened. "Oh, you were talking with dead people, weren't you?"

"Jason," Thomas said softly. He set a hand on Jason's shoulder but Jason couldn't stop looking between Dick and the couple. "Chum, are you alright?"

Jason swallowed thickly. "I don't-" He choked on his words and Dick's expression grew worried.

"Little wing, what's wrong?" Dick asked, his hands gripping Jason's shoulders. "What happened?"

Jason shook his head. "Oh shit." He brushed off Dick's hands. "Fuck." He stepped to the side to look at the couple- At John and Mary Grayson. "You're-" He looked at Dick. "They're-" He finally looked at Thomas, who now had Martha standing beside him. "How the fuck am I supposed to tell him?"

Martha looked confused but Thomas' expression was soft. "Gently," was his response. Martha noticed Mary and John and her eyes grew wide with shock. "Start by getting him to sit down."

Jason nodded. "Right- Dick, you should sit down."

Dick's eyebrows furrowed. "What? I'm not going to-" Jason forced Dick to sit down on the ground. Dick huffed, his legs crossing under him. "This is stupid, Jaylad. Just tell me what's-"

Jason ignored the rest of what Dick said and turned to face the Graysons. "First and foremost-" Jason clasped his hands together. "The girl. I need details, man."

John nodded. "Right, of course." He rattled off a description of the people and the direction they went. Once the words were out of Jason's own mouth, they slipped his mind completely; but Dick wrote them down in a little notebook so they were safe.

"Now will you tell me what's going on?" Dick asked as he set his notebook in his lap. "Is it Martha and Thomas?"

Jason bounced his head. "They are here, yes, but it's not them that you're sitting down for."

"Jason Peter Todd, I swear to god if you don't tell me what's-"

"It's your parents."

As soon as the words left Jason's mouth, Dick's was snapped closed. He flinched back like Jason had slapped him. "It's- What?" Dick seemed entirely shocked. Then he took a moment to process it and he looked like he sunk into the ground a bit. "My... Oh."

Jason exhaled. He sat down in front of Dick. Dick was aimlessly staring forwards now. "Dick," Jason tried gently. "Are you okay?"

Dick started nodding but halfway through he started shaking his head. "I-" Dick's voice cracked and tears filled his eyes quickly. Jason pulled his brother into his arms without any idea what else to do. e had never seen Dick cry like this.

Then Dick sobbed, a broken Mama leaving his lips and Jason's chest ached. He never really had to deal with this when it came to seeing dead people. He didn't even have to think about what would happen if he ever saw his dead parents. His parents never loved him, certainly not enough for him to break down like this. And he hadn't known Martha, Thomas or Rhune before they died to have this kind of reaction upon seeing them.

Mary fell to her knees beside Jason and wrapped her arms around both him and her son. John was soon to follow and because they were big saps, Martha and Thomas joined the hug too.

It took a good fifteen minutes before Dick was calm enough to speak. He had moved to be entirely cradled in Jason's lap like a child but he didn't seem to care. Jason didn't either. Dick had held him like this many times if he needed it when they were younger and if that was what Dick needed now, Jason would be that anchor for him.

"How are you feeling?" Jason asked carefully, feeling stupid once the words had left his mouth.

"Nice one," Martha said, voice wet with tears. She was sitting to one side of them, wrapped in Thomas' arms. She wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Just what he needs right now."

Jason rolled his eyes at her. Dick sighed into his chest. "I don't know," he answered and he seemed so small, so unlike the Dick Grayson Jason knew- the Nightwing he knew. Mary and John were in a similar state to Martha and Thomas on the other side of Jason and Dick. "Did you really speak to my mom and dad?"

Jason hesitated before nodding. "Yeah. I did." He looked down at the top of Dick's head. "They're here now, if you want to say something to them," he said softly, as gently as he could.

Dick choked again and tightened his grip on Jason's jacket. Jason didn't think he was going to get any words out but then Dick said, voice shaking, "I miss you."

Mary and John smiled through their tears. Mary choked on a sob of her own as she leaned into her husband. "Oh, baby." Her voice was smooth and soothing despite the way her blue eyes were shiny with the wet film of her tears. "We miss you too."

"So much," John added.

"They miss you too," Jason said carefully. He felt weird doing this. Doing this for Martha and Thomas was weird enough but being a medium for Dick to talk to his dead parents was- It was- God, Jason couldn't even put it into words. "So much."

Dick laughed. He actually laughed and it made Jason's chest lighter. "Dad added the 'so much', didn't he?"

All Jason did was nod. He didn't know what else to do. Martha made a gesture for him to go on. He didn't know what exactly he was going on but he took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. "Anything else you want to say?"

Dick thought about it for a moment. Then he pulled his head from Jason's chest and Jason looked back down at him. Then Dick smiled and Jason could help but return it. "No." He laughed a little breathlessly and just a tad maniac. "God, you'd think I would, huh? But... Well, they're my parents. Whatever I could possibly think of saying, they already know."

"Now that," Jason smiled. "Was one of the wisest things you've ever said, Grayson."

Dick smiled back. "Yeah?" He sniffed and rubbed at his cheeks with the sleeve of his jacket. "Everything I say is wise."

"It's your old age," Jason agreed but couldn't help but tease. Dick whacked his shoulder and he laughed. Dick cracked a smile and pulled himself to his feet, dragging Jason up too.

"Hey, little wing?"

"Hm?"

Dick looked past Jason, at where John was helping Mary to stand, not possibly being able to see them but being able to just know they were there. "Thank you."

Jason nodded. "Of course." Martha detached from her husband to hug Jason's side and Jason set an arm around her. "Jeez, Martha, you'll strangle me if you squeeze and tighter." He pretended to choke and she huffed.

"I'm just so fucking proud of you," Martha said. She squeezed Jason once before letting go. "So proud."

"We both are," Thomas added.

"Jason?"

Jason turned to John and Mary Grayson once again. Mary smiled at him, her hand on her husband's chest again. "Could you tell our Robin we're proud of him?" she asked. "Tell him that Robin, the Titans, Nightwing, Bruce- All of it. Tell him we're proud of him for it."

Jason's heart ached for the words his mother would never say to him but still, he turned and said those words to Dick, to his older brother who he loved more than anything, anyone (don't tell Damian). And Dick didn't break down again like Jason had thought he would. No. Instead, Dick just smiled. A few tears rolled down his cheeks but he was smiling.

[✩]

Three weeks later and Jason was watching Jack hug his sister tight, her blonde hair dirty with her blood and her clothes cracked with it but they grabbed each other tightly and held on, this assurance trumping any need for cleanliness. Dick watching fondly as they embraced. Haly took Dick into his arms again and thanked him profusely. John pressed a kiss to Dick's hair that he couldn't feel as more than a brush of wind, and Mary hugged Jason as tight as she could in hopes that Dick could feel her when she made Jason hug him tight.

Dick smiled for the nine-year-old who had lost his parents and had believed he would never smile again.

[samuelwwayne]

Steph, Cass, Damian, Jason, Roy and Tim all huddled in a circle hunched over something:

Steph, yelling across the big hall a gala was being hosted in: Hey, B, do you ever get a shooting pain across your body like someone's got a voodoo doll of you and is stabbing it?!

Bruce, looking away from the important WE people, midly concerned: ... No?

*silence*

Steph: How about now?!

Bruce, more flabbergasted rather than just tired because he has to be Brucie: Stephanie!

Steph: *huffs* Nevermind!

Steph, mumbling to the people around her and gesturing with the needle: Well that was disappointing.

Roy: Maybe it did work and he just couldn't tell because he's always in some form of pain.

*silence*

Steph: I need a hammer.

[samuelwwayne]

Jason Todd can see Dead People.

Jason Todd can see dead people. Finding that out was... weird, to put it simply. He didn't even notice at first that some people were more blurry around the edges than others, that some people had weird features because apparently, ghosts can just choose what they look like. But when he watched the soul of a child leave their body, there was no denying it. He could see the dead, touch their souls and hold them in his arms, as he'd done for Rhune over and over again and he would again and again because that kid meant everything to him.

Jason can see dead people because other dead people can see dead people. It was almost unheard of for someone to straight up die and then be brought back. Of course, as Jason grows to find out, he's not the only one of the bats to die, or just in general die, and then be brought back to life. But somehow, no one else can see what he can. No one else can see the people who can walk through walks and choose to have big wings or duel-wielding horns. Believe me, he tried to find someone who could see ghosts too. He assumed he was a fluke and the universe did it's best to fix the fluke, making sure no one else could see between the realms but what's done cannot be undone. Jason will always be able to see dead people.

The worst ones are a couple that hang around the manor and Crime Alley. They help the young kids. They're considered to be everyone's parents. Jason isn't surprised. Not really because just taking one look at those faces- He knew who they were. He knew who their son was. He knew- Fuck, what did he know? What did Jason Todd know about Martha and Thomas Wayne? Not much. Certainly not enough to warrant being their grandson. So he ignored them, like he did most ghosts. He ignored them and refused to acknowledge them.

They knew he could see them. They knew and they waited until he was ready. He was ready, eventually. He was ready one night when he was bleeding out in the back of some alley because he was too proud to call for help. He was too proud to call for Bruce, for Dick, for Roy. God, if Roy could see him now he would slap the shit out of him. Dick too, probably.

"Jay, you're getting fuzzy," Rhune whispered, ever immortalised as eight years old. They had their hands pressed into his side over where the blood was pouring from between Jason's now-slack fingers. They were trying to hold them together but the pressure they could give wasn't nearly enough to save Jason's life.

"I know," Jason whispered back, unable to speak louder. "I know, baby. I'm sorry."

"Nope." Rhune shook their head. They stood up. Their dragon-like wings flexed behind them agitatedly.

"Nuh uh." They turned, their weird fucking baggy ass pants swishing as they moved, their hands digging into the tank top they were wearing.

"What're you lookin' for?" Jason asked, needing to focus on something other than the slowing of his heart.

"Mom and Dad," Rhune said simply. "They'll help. I know they will. They're always willing to help you, following you around everywhere."

"Wha-" Jason didn't get to speak any more after that because there were footsteps coming down the alley. He was far too out of it to figure out who. He hoped it was Bruce. He wanted it to be Bruce- and wasn't that thought terrifying? He was dying and all he wanted was his dad.

It was not his dad. No. There were steady hands replacing his own and pressing down on his wound. Jason groaned at the pressure but someone's fingers wound into his hair, whispering soothing things to him as someone pressed the skin on either side of his wound together. He didn't know who, only did when he felt the pit's magic race through his veins, finally able to kick in due to the careful hands holding the wound together. His eyes shot open and he sat up, green receding from the corner of his vision. And there, knelt in front of him was Thomas Wayne, telling Rhune to go not squeeze him so tight. Jason didn't even notice they were holding on to him.

And that's how it started. After that, Martha and Thomas didn't pretend not to notice him. They often stopped by his apartment to see how he was doing and to make sure he was taking care of himself. He usually wasn't. They also pushed Jason in the direction of his family, back to Wayne Manor and to his dad.

Jason went, not wanting to ever feel that twisting in his stomach because he never did tell Tim he was sorry for trying to kill him. Twice. He apologised. Tim looked confused and kind of uncomfortable. Jason wondered if he knew the tips of his fingers kept brushing against the scar across his throat.

He told no one about seeing ghosts, never uttered a word to them in front of others or looked in their direction. Well. That's what he thought he was doing. Apparently he was doing quite the opposite because Dick decided to hold an intervention.

Jason blinked at the awkward, very wound up Richard Grayson sitting on his couch. Jason moved slowly to take off his boots and his jacket. "What're you doing here?" Jason asked.

Dick cleared his throat. "I'm... I need to talk to you about something."

Jason narrowed his eyes, fighting off the want to look towards Martha and Rhune who had decided to eavesdrop from his kitchen. Rhune was on his counter and he wanted to scold them for it. "Okay? What?"

Dick shuffled over and patted the spot next to him. Jason plonked himself down there. Dick took a deep breath. "I think... Jason, I think you're schizophrenic."

Jason blinked. Martha gave a quick snort while Rhune cackled, doubling over and clutching their stomach at the force of their laughter. "What?" Jason's eye twitched.

Dick put a hand on Jason's shoulder, which he side-eyed with distaste. "It's okay if you are, Little wing, I'm sure trying to look out for you and make sure you're safe."

"Dick, I'm not-"

"I see the way you keep glancing at the corner of rooms, the way you can't help but smile at the weirdest times- and the way you helped with that case a while back?"

Jason winced. He didn't want Bruce to bring it up. There was a boy who had been murdered by a bunch of predators after being raped by all of them. Jason had asked the boy for his help. He had agreed. They had got the guys. Dick wasn't supposed to ask Jason how he knew the things he shouldn't've.

"You knew everything about that kid, everything that happened to him. I know that isn't normal. I think you're internalising people's issues and projecting them into existence."

"That's the stupidest thing that's ever come out of your mouth," Jason deadpanned. He ran a hand down his face. "Look, Dick, I'm not schizophrenic."

"Yes, Jay, you are," Dick said eloquently.

Jason groaned. He slumped back on the couch. "No, I'm not. I can see dead people."

It was Dick's turn to stare. He blinked. "I'm sorry, what?"

Jason sighed. He pressed the tips of his fingers into his eyes. "Because I died, I can now see, touch and talk to dead people."

"But-" Dick's mind was running 40 miles a minute, faster than he could comprehend. "But I've died before and I can't-"

"No, you can't." Jason shook his head. "But you died after I did. I was never supposed to be able to communicate with the dead, but I can and I'm the only one and I need you to not freak out about this and tell me it's all in my head."

Jason closed his eyes. He heard Martha move, felt her grab his hand. "Because they can't be fake," Jason whispered, gripping Martha's fingers tightly. "I need them to be real, Dick. They're all I have left."

Dick shifted on the couch. And then he was hugging Jason. Dick was hugging him and Martha let go so Jason could hug his brother. "I believe you," Dick whispered into Jason's shoulder. Jason's fingers tightened on the back of Dick's jacket.

"I believe you, Jay. I always will, okay? I always will."

And that was that. Dick knew. Jason did his best to introduce him to Martha, Thomas and Rhune. Dick was a bit awkward and he didn't know where to look but he kept his eyes on Jason, watched his baby brother smile and laugh for the first time in a long time. He didn't fully believe it all but he knew more than anyone how fucked the world was and he wouldn't put it past someone to let this happen. Besides, Jason needed this and anything Jason needed, Dick would burn the whole world down to get it.

[samuelwwayne]

Jon: I was raised as an only child.

Jon: It really pissed off my older brother.

[samuelwwayne]

Jason, after being told about that Dick and Wally were dating: What the fuck people actually tell their crushes they like them?

Dick: Uh yeah, little wing, what do you do?

Jason: I die? What kind of a question is that?

[samuelwwayne]

Tim: *dates Steph.*

Cass: *dates Kon.*

Tim and Cass:

Tim: Wanna switch?

Cass: Yes please.

[samuelwwayne]

Roy: *Has just been cussed out and threatened by the kids of the Narrows that Jason protects, stood on the footpath just gaping at the now-empty spot in front of him.*

Jason, coming back over to his boyfriend after stepping away for literally four seconds: Roy?

Roy: I want a kid.

Jason, eyebrows furrowing as he scans Roy, making sure he wasn't dying: Roy, baby, you have a kid.

Roy: *Shakes his head.* No. I mean yeah, I love Lian so much and she will always be my little girl but I want a kid for us.

Jason: What- Roy, what brought this on?

Roy: *Turns back to look at where the kid that had such a love and protection for Jason had been standing.* I don't know.

Jason, the pieces clicking together: Baby. *He tilts Roy's head to look at him, mildly amused by all of this.* What did he say to you? (The reason Jason said 'he' was because he knew one of his kids had gone up to Roy and said something to warn him or scare him off. And, of course it was one of the boys because the girls wouldn't do that. They'd throw rocks and shit at him, sure, but not actively try to push Roy away from Jason. They knew he cared too much about Roy to even tip the scales.)

Roy: He said that you're their protecter but they were yours too. He said that if I were to hurt you then they'd get to me before the bats even knew about it. He was- fuck, Jaybird, he was so cute.

Jason: *Can't help but smile.* He threatened your life.

Roy, shaking his head: I don't care. I want that one. Can we have that one?

Jason: *Pauses but then smiles. He presses a kiss to the corner of Roy's mouth.* Whatever you want, baby.

Roy, eyes bright: Really? Because Tyler is so protective of you and he loves you so much and I just wanna rap in a blanket and love him.

Jason: *Freezes for a moment because he wasn't expecting Tyler to genuinely give Roy his real name.* He does. All of the kids do but Ty, he... He's had trouble. I try my best to give them good lives but I'm just one person.

Roy, nodding condescendingly: Ah yes because using daddy's money or his status is beneath you.

Jason, crossing his arms: You wanna play like that, Speedy?

Roy, groaning: No, stop. I swear to god, Jason-

*Jason cuts him off with a kiss because Roy's so pretty when he's annoyed and Jason was having trouble not kissing him before when he was talking about kids because Tyler meant so much to Jason and yes of course he wants to have a kid with Roy- and an added bonus of giving that 4-year-old a good life to enjoy? Have him be able to live in their house but also be able to stay with the rest of the Narrows' kids whenever he wanted or whenever he missed them? Jackpot. Jason really got lucky, didn't he?*

[citrusscale-remastered]

Alma: You abused a corpse to get a confession! Call: Used, used a corpse. There's no "ab"

[samuelwwayne]

Nightwing: Uh the the- what's the word! *Says something in Romani.*

Batkids: *Stops everything to help Dick figure it out.*

Superman: It's sweet you guys are helping him but we are currently negotiating an alien invasion.

[samuelwwayne]

Bruce: I am this close to fucking Superman.

Dick, squinting: B, your fingers are touch- oh.

Bruce, nodding: Mm-hmm.

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Dick, drunk: Man, fuck Jason.

Roy, also drunk, near tears: Dude I'm trying.

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Roy, cutting Jason off: Are you flirting with me?

Jason, who had just been telling Roy about his trip to the park with Lian: I-What? No?

Roy, pouting: Why not?

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Clark, who has been in love with Batman for years: I think Catwoman's dating Batman.

Diana, the pinnacle of wing women: *nodding understandingly* And you want me to kill her.

Clark: Ye- wait what? No, of course not.

Diana, indifferent: I once covered for Robin while he was hanging out with Speedy instead of at home resting. I'm sure I could get him to shoot a poison dart at Catwoman when she least expects it. Jason would do anything for me.

Clark:

Diana, already planning: And Batman can't get mad because he loves Robin!

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Dick, finding out Damian wants to become a doctor: so i guess all the vigilantism made you realise you want to help people in a different way?

Damian: actually, Drake kept forcing me to play online war games with him but he only ever let me play the ‘medic’ role so i wouldn’t ‘steal his thunder.’

Dick:

Damian: after a while i realised i actually quite liked the idea.

Dick: *looks to Tim*

Tim: i’ve spent the past five years being you and Jason’s player two. this is my god given right as his older brother.

Dick: a fair point.

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do you guys think that the bats get targeted for kidnappings a lot as a way to lure in whatever other bat the bad guys are actually fighting, except all they know about the bats is that they’re on the same team. there’s no names or phone numbers or addresses or anything to actually send ransom notes or whatever to; they’re all anonymous. so after a while the rogues have to start getting creative every time they actually manage to nab a bat.

Damian, looking up: Todd, somebody wants you. think they took Drake.

Jason: huh?

Damian: *points to the sky writing above them saying ‘RED HOOD WE TOOK RED ROBIN. -BLACK MASK’

Jason: oh. ok. i’ll go get him later.

Damian: they’re really starting to think outside the box with these calling cards.

Jason: you’re telling me, a couple months ago i got nabbed to lure in Dick so they put me on all the milk cartons in Gotham.

Damian: yes, i remember that. he choked on his cereal.

Jason: it wasn’t a great picture, i’ll admit.

Damian: i got jumbotronned at the superbowl once.

Jason: it’s nice that they’re putting effort into it?

Damian: the public was mad i interuppted the game.

Jason: well we can’t always be the good guys-,

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Sometimes, Tim got so exhausted that he forgot where he was. Then there were the times when he got so exhausted that he forgot when he was. This was something all of the bats were aware of and they tried to accommodate him, reminding him of the correct date.

When Harley Quinn joined the bats, sometimes Tim slipped up in the most horrible way.

"HIYA BATS!" Harley yelled as she appeared out of nowhere in the Batcave. She grinned, hands behind her back as she rocked slightly. Bruce gave her an unamused look. She over-exaggerated a pout. "You're borin', B-man." She turned to the gaggle of birds mulling about. She smiled big at them all. "Hi Birdies!"

There was a chorus of hellos, some of them half-hearted and distractedly. Tim, who was on his eighteenth cup of coffee (he had started over his limit with each person, only ever drinking a cup in front of certain people (his limit was two)), looked at her, furrowed his eyebrows and then made a face like he was arguing with himself. It confused Harley but she didn't mention it. This was normal for the bats, Timmy especially.

Shaking off his thoughts, Tim smiled softly at Harley. "Hey, Mom." He then turned and went back to his work. Harley froze. Bruce froze. Dick paled, starting to shake. The three of them all stared at Tim, Harley with her mouth open in shock. She wasn't disturbed by it, being Timmy's mother was actually one of the good memories she had with Joker. Of course, the circumstances weren't good but Timmy was a good kid.

"Hi," Harley said carefully. "You feelin' okay, sweetheart?" She thought the endearment might make this easier. It didn't. Dick looked like he was going to be sick. He kept glancing between Harley and Tim. Bruce couldn't look away from the now confused boy.

"Mhm," Tim hummed. He took a sip of his coffee and when his eyes settled on Harley again, he tilted his head rather adorably. "Why do you ask?"

"You..." Harley laughed nervously. "You called me Mom."

Timmy's eyebrows drew together. "Okay... I won't call you Mom anymore but... you are my mom." He seemed very confused but he didn't seem upset or traumatised by the fact he had slipped. He also didn't seem to be like JJ in any other way.

So, Harley nodded slowly. "Okay, Pun'kin," she said, smiling again. "Continue with ya work. Ya doin' a good job."

Tim smiled at the praise and nodded, continuing on his case work. Harley turned to Batman. He looked out of it. Harley looked at Nightwing. Dick looked... like he wanted to punch something. Harley ignored them both and went to get what she'd come for: Alfred's cookies. He had baked her favourite because she hadn't killed anyone in three weeks. Three weeks! It was exciting.

Later, after Tim had slept for sixteen hours straight and was finally aware of where he was, Duke pulled him to the side and sat him down, Steph and Cass sitting on the couch in front of him. Tim narrowed his eyes at them, knowing they were up to something. But Duke looked almost... nervous. He sat down on the couch in between Steph and Cass. "What's up guys?" Tim asked warily.

"We wanted to invite you into our club," Duke said slowly. His shoulders sagged. "We have a bit of a 'our parents aren't dead but they're absent' club. Mine are just..." Duke looked off to the side, eyes glazing over as they usually did when he thought of his parents. "Broken. We'll fix them." Cass set a hand on his arm and he snapped out of it. He turned to her and smiled his thanks. Then he turned to Tim who was fucking confused.

"What are you going on about?" Tim asked. "Both of my parents-"

"We're talking bio parents," Steph put it. She slumped back against the couch. "Also, I'm mad at you that you didn't tell me you had a bio mom."

Tim only got more confused. What were they talking about?

"We heard you call Harley 'Mom' the other day," Duke said. He gave a bit of a smile but Tim couldn't find anything funny with that statement. When the fuck had he called Harley his mother? He hadn't done that in years. It was a hard fix when he first got back but he hadn't slipped up in a long time.

"Still love you," Cass promised, reaching over to take one of Tim's hands. She smiled warmly. "Even if Quinn is mother."

Tim just stared at her. He... He didn't know what to say. Even if he told them that Harley wasn't actually his mum, they wouldn't believe him unless he told them why he had called Harley 'Mom' in the first place- and he really didn't want to do that. So he didn't. He just nodded and sagged against the armchair he was sitting in. He could vaguely recall him saying something about it being good to get his secret out.

After that, Tim started going to the club meetings (it was mostly just fucking around on an inflatable course) with Steph, Duke and Cass. He figured that they wouldn't talk about it with anyone if he asked so there was really no harm in correcting them. Besides, Harley had been his mother at one point. And she wasn't a bad mum, she was just... Harley Quinn. She didn't treat Tim any different compared to his siblings other than the fact she held a certain fondness for him that he reciprocated.

Nothing could go wrong.

Something went wrong. He got so used to thinking of Harley as his mum that he started calling her that without thinking about it. At first it was just to her, which she brushed off as him making some kind of joke or it being a way to deal with his trauma, and then it was to other people.

"What did you do today, babybird?" Dick asked as he, Jason and Tim were sitting on a roof. Jason was trying to get Nightwing and Red Robin out of his territory but the two vigilantes didn't care.

Tim shrugged, swiftly side-stepping Jason's attempt as pushing him off the roof. "The usual, I guess. Oh! I saw Mom today. She wasn't doing anything so I went up to her as Tim and-"

"Wait, what?" Dick's eyebrows knitted together and Jason paused his rough-housing with his brother to stare at Tim. "Your... Mom?"

Tim nodded. "Yeah, my mom." He gave them both weird looks. And then he realised what he had done. He looked off and heard laughter echo around his mind. He ignored Junior and smiled at his brothers. "You know, Selina Kyle?"

Dick relaxed. Tim could physically see the tension seep from his body. Jason didn't look as placable. "Why're you callin' her mom?"

Tim shrugged. "She is kind of like our mom."

Tim could tell Jason narrowed his eyes at him even through the helmet. "Not really," he said, voice gruff through his voice changer. "And isn't Selina in Mexico?"

Tim froze. Dick looked between his brothers. "Tim..." He frowned. "Who were you talking about?"

Tim looked away from Dick. He needed to leave. He could feel something gnawing at the back of his throat. A laugh. Him. Tim let out a sharp breath that was close enough to a laugh to subdue the itch. "Doesn't matter," he said. He pulled out his grapple but Dick caught his wrist.

"Tim," Dick said firmly.

Tim glared at him and snatched his wrist back. "Don't touch me."

Dick reared back like Tim had slapped him. Tim gave a small gasp and covered his mouth. He hadn't meant to get angry, he hadn't meant to hiss at Dick. It wasn't his fault. He was just worried about Tim.

"Tim," Jason said carefully. "Tell him."

Tim stared at him. "No," he said. He didn't know how Jason knew but he wasn't surprised.

"He could help," Jason tried but he sounded... wrong. There was something uncomfortable about his posture. Another laugh crawled up Tim's throat and he wasn't ready for it so soon. It bubbled out of him and Dick paled. He went grey, his hands beginning to tremble.

Tim managed to quell the urge and stopped his laughter. He cleared his throat, turned, and fell off the side of the building, deciding running was the better option. Safer. It was best that Dick didn't know Junior was still in Tim's head, still lurking around. He was caged, his hands bound and his mouth gagged. Still, sometimes JJ got out of his binds. Sometimes he had enough influence over Tim that he snuck in a laugh or two, sometimes he pushed out the words Mom and Dad. He hadn't called Joker 'Dad' since it first happened. He wasn't ever going to do it again. He couldn't.

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Just my Trans Jason Todd Thoughts:

Dick had always wanted a sister, so you can imagine his absolute joy when he heard that Bruce had taken in a small (far too small for her age) girl off the streets of Gotham. One that had tried- and succeeded, might he add- to steal the tires off the Batmobile. Dick was ecstatic. He stayed at the manor purely because of those pleading blue eyes that- "I've always wanted a brother," Julia said, her mouth full of the burger she was shoving in it. They were out as Robin and Nightwing. Dick choked on his fries. Julia only smiled wider. "You're a good brother, Dick." She rested her head on his shoulder. "Thank you." She had muttered that last part. Dick thought it was more as an offhanded addition, words she said in her mind that she hadn't intended to come out of her mouth.

Julia was the only reason Dick tolerated Bruce's bullshit. She was the only reason Dick didn't distance himself from Gotham entirely. He came back just for her. He came back to see her smile, to do her hair because she had never been taught how and Dick had helped some of the girls back in his Flying Grayson days.

Julia never liked her hair. That should've been Dick's first clue. She wanted hers like Dick's- she wanted to do everything Dick did, wanted to wear his clothes, eat the same food, be the same hero so Dick didn't think too much of how she pulled at it sometimes and almost never had it down.

Then, when she was fifteen- god, she was only fifteen- Dick's baby sister died. And he lost control. He went after The Joker. He killed him. Dick killed him and that fucker had the audacity to come back. Dick left Gotham after that, never once looking back. He stayed in Blüdhaven and he mourned his sister. She appeared in his dreams, his nightmares, his thoughts. He wasn't all that surprised when the hallucinations started but fuck did it freak him out. He got used to it eventually, seeing her bloodied body, wrecked by Joker and that stupid fucking crowbar. He flinched every time he saw one now, an irritatingly grading rage filling him to the brim, threatening to spill and lash out at the people he cared for. Well. Person. Wally was the only one he still let in.

Then Red Hood appeared. And Dick couldn't explain it but there was something about him that ticked Dick off. Something about him that sent recognition zipping between his nerves.

Jason remembered the moment he first realised he didn't want to be a girl with terrifying clarity. He remembered the feeling of looking at Dick and thinking 'I want to be like him in every way possible'. It was... normal, for a sister, he thought (he hadn't had siblings before and didn't have any friends besides Dick) so he didn't immediately clock it, but he still counted it as him realising back then that he was trans. Dick Grayson did not help. He was so painfully perfect, the Golden Child. Jason remembered envying everything he did but that didn't mean Jason hated him. Oh, on the contrary. Jason did not love anyone more than he loved his big brother. God, she had always wanted a brother.

Julia felt like a completely different person to Jason now, after the pit. She felt like an old friend. His chest still squeezed when he thought of her, of who he used to be, but it wasn't... overwhelming anymore. It didn't make his eyes spark with neon when he looked in the mirror anymore.

Oh, also, he was a fucking dude now. Not entirely biologically but fuck him, he was muscular (which was more thanks to Talia's fucked up workout routine she had him on than the pit but still), voice was deeper, jawline more pronounced and his tits were gone, though the 'y' shaped scar on his chest took the focus from everything else. Everything else about him was how it should be but it was like being dunked in The Pit had given him thousands of testosterone shots. Because the pit was basically testosterone. It was why Ra's was such a dick. (Not really, but Jason loved telling him that.)

Jason didn't mind it. Talia had worried that he would have, when she first saw him after coming out of the pit (after she'd calmed down the Pit Madness that plagued his brain) but he hadn't. She didn't care. She helped him pick out his new name. Damian too, though he was less help. The four-year-old wanted to name him Titus. Jason vetoed.

Jason still took testosterone shots sometimes though he only had to do it once every three months instead of every 1-4 weeks like a typical trans man. What freaked him out about the shots was not that they were needles, but because they made his veins glow green, and his eyes, too. They also over exaggerated his veins. They crawled up his arms, up his neck, snaked through his whole body, under his skin. It felt tingly when that happened but it didn't last for more than seven minutes and Damian found it very cool so he didn't entirely hate it.

Then Jason left the comfort that was Nanda Parbat and sought out the Destruction Of Batman. That... did not go as well as he thought it would.

Dick knew. He had to know. He kept looking at Jason whenever they met as Red Hood and Nightwing. There was no way Dick could know but he knew. He had to have. It made Jason's heart beat faster, a warmth spreading through his chest at the prospect of Dick knowing him- of loving him enough to recognise him even if he wasn't Julia anymore, even if he was a very high ranking (he had only been back in Gotham for six months, how had most of Gotham's Underbelly wrapped around his finger?) Crime Lord.

Then Jason's plan really fell through. Damian, the little shit, ran away from home, weaselled some fake identification papers from Jason and then, a few weeks later, Batman had a new Robin. Jason wanted to scream.

When Damian had said on the phone that he had wanted to be like Jason this is not what he thought he had meant. Coming to Gotham to see their his father was one thing, but coming to Gotham, pulling the Long Lost Son card on Batman and then becoming Robin was an entirely different thing! Jason was so fucking mad, he wanted to tear his head of. Who's, he wasn't entirely sure. Some random, unfortunate passerbyer who pissed him off, probably.

Red Hood glared at Robin with distaste clear in his posture. Robin glared back. Then he frowned, the shadow of Batman over his shoulder didn't seem to deter Damian from revealing all of Jason's secrets. "You do not seem happy to see me, Akhi," Damian said and damn it Jason loved him too much to deal with that pout. He also had far too many things to do that evening. Mm-hmm.

"I'm always happy to see you, Dames, but this is not okay." Jason tried his best to scold him but it did none of what Jason had intended it to do. What did he intend it to do, you ask? He doesn't fucking know but Batman was looking at him now, surprise and shock clear to Jason, to the Julia that seemed to hang from his shoulders like how Jason used to do to Dick, weighing him down like Jason had always thought he had to Dick too.

"Mother seemed ecstatic to hear that I was with Father," Damian continued slowly, oblivious to Jason's inner demons. He crossed his arms. "I thought you would be..." His pout turned to a heart-breaking frown. "Happy."

Jason sighed, his shoulders drooping at the unsure expression flickering at the edges of Damian's features. He wanted Jason's approval and fuck, if Jason wasn't going to do exactly what those green eyes wanted. "I am happy for you, Habibi." He quickly picked up his shoulders when he felt Bruce's eyes narrow on him. Jason stood as tall as he could, which meant he towered over Damian and even over Bruce, too. His stature was wide, bulky, masculine. "But I am not your handler. Do as you please." Jason's lips curled up at Bruce even though he couldn't see Jason's sneer through his helmet. "Just hope you don't end up like birdy number two."

Bruce's expression hardened and Damian's pout worsened, opening his mouth to probably say something about him actually wanting to be like Jason but he stopped himself, seemingly realising his fault. He snapped his mouth shut and sent a silent apology to his brother.

Jason accepted it and turned, planning on stalking off but Dick had snuck up behind him. It took all of his training (league and bat) for him not to flinch. He scowled at Nightwing. "Who are you?" Dick asked, completely unfazed.

"Fuck you," Jason snapped, hating the way his voice caught in his throat. He knew it and Damian probably did too but the other two wouldn't've caught it through the voice changer his helmet was equipped with. And then he left. He left and he didn't want to see Dick ever again.

But he did. He slowly got integrated into the family again. Well, the Bats stopped trying to apprehend him and he stopped trying to kill them. He still shot Dick sometimes when he felt like it but he was no longer mad at the replacement. Or Bruce really, anymore. He was mostly... sort of numb. Sometimes he pissed the Pit Madness, he missed feeling something.

"Who are you?" Dick asked one night. They were both standing on a roof, not really acknowledging the other, just standing there.

Jason frowned. "Does it matter?"

Dick thought for a moment. "No. I don't think so. But we've met before, haven't we." It wasn't a question, no matter how it was phrased.

Jason hummed. "Maybe. How would I know? I dunno who you are."

"You know who Robin is," Dick said. "And you've called me Dick more times than typically normal."

"Maybe that's because you're a dick," Jason said, voice impassive. The corner of Dick's mouth twitched up. Jason saw it out of the corner of his eye, the two of them still looking out at the city.

"Maybe," Dick agreed. "But I don't think so." He then turned to face Jason. Jason did not turn back. "You're Damian's brother," Dick stated, though it sounded more like it was for himself rather than Jason. "But you don't know anyone else. No one but B and I."

Jason opened his mouth to deny that but one look from Dick shut him up.

"You really didn't like RR when you first surfaced," Dick continued, voice going into Detective Grayson mode. "And you hated B, hated him with a burning passion. You weren't so stoked about me either but with me..." Dick frowned. "I think you were nicer. I know you," he said again. "I know you and you know I know you. Why do I know you?"

"I'm sure you wouldn't remember," Jason said. It wasn't that he thought Dick wouldn't remember Julia, it was that he had never known Jason. And Jason was who he was, not her.

"I'm good with faces," Dick grinned that charming Grayson Smile. Jason turned to him finally and studied Dick. Then he glanced around before taking off his helmet. God, Dick just stared. His domino widened as it followed the movement of his eyes. He hadn't been expecting this. Good. Less of a chance he would recognise Jason.

(Dick wouldn't know Jason. He wouldn't recognise him, which was why he had taken off the helmet, definitely not because he secretly wished Dick would recognise him and hug him, promise him that he loved his little brother no matter what.)

Jason was sure Dick wouldn't recognise him. Back then, he had been a girl with long curly black hair, blue eyes, a sharp wit and a wicked smile. Jason still had his wit and his smile but his hair was no longer curly, it was short and sort of shaggy with a white streak through it, his eyes were green (a normal green most of the time, don't get him wrong, but green nonetheless) and, most of all, Jason wasn't a fucking girl.

But Dick gasped. He gasped and his hand flew to his mouth, clamping down a sob. "Jules," Dick whispered into the night. Jason tensed. He was clearly, in fact, not 'Jules' anymore, despite the warm feeling the nickname sent through Jason's chest.

"I'm not," Jason said, voice no longer inhibited from the voice changer. Jason didn't sound like Julia at all. His voice was much deeper than hers, deeper and gruffer than Bruce's even. It was what Jason liked most about himself.

"I- yeah, clearly, but I don't- fuck, Hood, I don't care." And then Dick was grasping desperately at Jason's shoulders and pulling him into his arms. Jason slumped forward without meaning to. He was taller than Dick was, taller than normal even, with the thick soles of his boots but Dick didn't care. He still pulled Jason down and settled one hand on the back of Jason's neck, comforting and warm and familiar as it pulled Jason's head to Dick's shoulder. "I don't fucking care."

Dick cried. He cried, so incredibly happy. Jason just stood there not quite hugging back until Dick started to sob, his weak composure crumbling. Jason wrapped his arms around Dick and let himself get pulled closer, the two of them quite the sight.

If anyone saw them now, they would both be in terrible trouble, but it wasn't something either of them were worried about. They had each other.

God, Dick had his baby- whatever they wanted to be because they were there. God, he didn't fucking care.

Jason, Dick found he had named himself. He/him pronouns too. Dick still did not care that his baby sister was now his baby brother. He didn't care. What he did care about was the fact Jason had been back this entire time and hadn't thought to fucking tell him. Jason was hit upside the head multiple times and forced to the manor to be fed by Alfred who recognised his grandson immediately. Bruce was out. It was the only reason Jason went. Damian ate with them, completely not clocking the fact Jason typically was not there until half way through the meal when Dick burst into another fit of crying and Jason just wordlessly lifted an arm for Dick to crawl under. Dick latched onto the side of Jason's torso and Jason let him, continuing on with his meal.

Damian blinked. "Oh. Right. You are not meant to be dining with us." Damian took a bite of his food, chewed, and then swallowed before speaking again. "Does Father know?"

"No," Jason said casually like this was any other conversation. "And it will stay that way. Besides, the severed heads situation-"

"No capes at the table, Master Jason," Alfred chastised but his scold wasn't as effective as it would've been if Alfred hadn't said his name with a spark to his eyes, a little bit of life returning to him when he said Master Jason like he had missed using that title, had missed Jason. Any Jason. Julia. It didn't matter to Alfred, to Dick, Damian, Barbara, Tim, Duke, Cass, Steph, Bruce- none of them cared that he was trans. Not a single one. Jason did, sometimes. He cared that he wasn't really a man but it didn't bother him as much as it had. Roy helped a lot with that. Lian too. His little family, the one Jason made, the one that loved him so fiercely it was scary, loved him for who he was. Jason Todd was a man. Lian Harper had degreed it herself so who was a mere mortal like said man to contradict her?