Octomer Jason wasn’t something I thought I could ever like, so thanks for sucking me in. No pressure but if I could prompt for Mer May, maybe baby octomer Jason bringing random things to Dick and Bruce as gifts. He’s so proud of the hard work he did to find the things too.
Welcome to the dark side ;)
That’s super cute, here you go!
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“Jason-” Bruce started hesitantly.
“Be supportive Bruce,” Dick warned.
Bruce pursed his lips and evaluated the crumpled piece of tin foil the tiny octomer was offering him so earnestly.
“Thank you very much, Jay,” he said finally, accepting the gift with a small- slightly exasperated- smile.
Jason beamed up at him, his legs wiggling happily, and Bruce’s smile became a little more real.
That was the start of many gifts to come.
Over the next several days Bruce, Dick, and Alfred received piles of little gifts from the Mer. There were spoons and pretty shells and rocks left in tiny piles for them every day. Jason always watched shyly for them to accept them, and beamed with happiness whenever they did.
“But are we supposed to do with all of this stuff?” Bruce frowned at the growing pile of trinkets and trash he was collecting from the octomer.
“I keep mine on a shelf in my cave,” Dick shrugged, “Alfred keeps a special box for them. Jason always gets super happy when he sees them.”
“Half of this stuff is literal trash, Dick,” Bruce sighed, gesturing at the shinny candy wrappers and bottle caps.
“Don’t you dare throw it away,” Dick glared at him.
“I wasn’t going to,” Bruce grumbled, “But I don’t know if we should be trying to guide him more with this. It’s going to get problematic if he keeps bringing stuff.”
“He’s learning how to be kind, Bruce,” Dick said gently, “He’s finding things that he likes and giving them to people he cares about. It’s a great first step. As he gets older, the things he gives will probably become more discerning, but this is definitely something we want to encourage.”
“You’re right, of course,” Bruce sighed.
“I’m always right,” Dick grinned.
“I suppose I’ll have to find somewhere for these… gifts,” Bruce said mildly.
Small excited squeaking interrupted them as Jason crawled up onto the table, enthusiastically dragging something behind him.
“Looks like this is another one for you, Bruce,” Dick grinned, “Good job, Jay, it must have been hard work to find something so big!”
Jason beamed at the praise, and proudly offered the thing to Bruce. At first he thought it was more trash- the thing was water wore almost past recognition- but then…
“That’s…” Bruce felt his throat tightening as he recognized the object. It was a small metal soldier. His father had given it to him as a present when he’d gotten back from one of his trips. Bruce had played with it all day, but he had accidentally dropped it in one of the pools around the Manor and they never had been able to find it.
Until now, apparently.
“Thank you, Jason,” Bruce said, gathering the little Mer up and placing a kiss on his brow, “I will treasure it.”
















