I'm still a little verklempt over the fact that Jason's central characteristic is not having a love he can trust
like the simultaneous craving and suspicion of it
combined with the hiraeth of losing everything and coming back to find your place filled and when you lash out expecting that to make things okay or for the people you love, who love you, to see because of how you're lashing out, how much pain you're in, for that to ruin things between you
like
he comes back and he does this whole plan with the gotham criminal underworld and trying to kill joker and then comes to a stop and realises that now his family rightfully distrust and don't like him because of it
and it's just, it's so childish
but it's terribly sad at the same time
and it's like prove your love for me prove you still care prove you want me alive by killing my murderer so i can feel safe prove it and in asking for that he loses the unconditional love and trust he would've had?
everyone loves to say that if Jason had just gone home the family would've accepted him with open arms and I love stories with that concept myself but at the same time I just reel over the fact that jason was on a trauma bender and a spiral after coming back from the dead three years into the future from his perspective and that because of that his family never again treats him the same as they would've if he hadn't done the unforgiveable in his self-grief and rage
and it just ties the whole thing up in this feeling of helplessness and guilt and self recrimination and directionless impotent anger
and he's still stuck there, without a love he can trust because he's had the rug ripped out from under him and his whole world turned upside down and Batman doesn't want him anymore