After Patrolling, Unwinding In A Diner Somewhere ...

interrupting Jason's saturday afternoon book binge is one way to make him pissy

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I'm dead. It's all over for me. I have seen the most perfect image in the world and my heart has stopped. Goodbye, it was worth it.

Keep drawing this old Grayson these days

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Oh no my heart 💔💔💔

Magic is a fickle thing, so when the things go down the hill for the Batfamily, and they accidentally (temporarily) regain a copy of little Jason in his Robin era, they both delighted and confused.

Naturally, no one really minds getting Jaybin for a day - Bruce, Alfred, Dick and Barbara all circle around the lost child, talking, offering anything and everything, hugging and kissing his freckled cheeks. Those family members who didn't know him before are no less enamoured. He is polite, nothing like a brash boy they always imagined him to be. He listens to Tim curiously, legs tucked under his chin, happily calls Cass and Steph his big sisters, helps Damian with taking care of animals, and endlessly giggles at Duke's jokes.

Everything is so... nice. What they are worried about, is their Jason's reaction. For the most of it, they expect him to be mad. Offended. Maybe frustrated.

When Jason stumbles inside the Batcave, freezing on the doorstep at the sight of himself, much younger and bubblier, everyone is silent. Dick coughs awkwardly, almost imagining what could happen, and tries to soften a blow:

"Little Wing--"

But there is no need for that. Not really.

Because their Jason stares at little Robin with delight. In awe, even. His whole face softens, and he slowly steps closer, reaching out for a kid.

"Hey, kiddo."

The sheer vulnerability in his voice, confuses others even more.

Jason stares at a kid as if he sees something so dear and lost, and it is strangely baffling. His smiles grow wider when the Second Robin shyly waves at him.

"Come here," Jason encourages him. Once the kid climbs in his arms, he whispers in the crown of his head: "Welcome home, little hero."

And suddenly, it all makes sense.

Because, of course, Jason loves and loved this child.

After all, it is the same one, who he spent protecting from the evil tongues of his own family for years.

So I've had this thought for a while. If anyone's seen the Suicide Squad movie, there was a scene with The Joker and Harley Quinn where he exclaimed how he was an "idea".

And I can't help but think of Batman being the same. An "idea," a myth. A method of suppressing the crimes that have haunted Gotham for years. I thought of Bruce not seeing himself as a person, merely an idea utilised for "the mission."

And how this is pretty angsty for the younger bats. Age consumes everyone if accidents don't. And I can't help but imagine the kids just watching as the man that built their world, that nurtured them the only way he knew best in a world he considered surviving another day as a luxury. They'd watch him push himself to the limit, surpass it, and make new limits just to surpass them again. They'd watch, knowing he could never stop. How he grows older, white hair overtaking the black, crows feet at the edge of his eyes. And he still wears the cowl every night and breaks his limits again and again and again.

It's terrifying. Being in the sidelines of that. Knowing you'd either die trying to live up to that or live the rest of your life like a ghost once you do. And they hate it. How much Batman has shaped Gotham, how his shadow has spread so far and wide they'll never escape it. And they hate it more when they can't even seem to make themselves truly leave. Yeah they'll spend time away, years even, but they'll always come back one way or another.

And every time they do, they know they'll come back to a consumed creature more than they'll come back to their father. I just love to think they can never truly leave because they are the humanity Bruce has lost to the cowl. They come back because they're the human part of him, battered and bruised but with beating hearts more alive than he could ever dream of being again. How he used the meagre humanity he had left to raise these children before it died when they grew independent and left.

Or maybe I'm just obsessed with the trope of Bruce losing himself to the cowl. Idk. I have a test, and I'm sleep deprived.

I ship it so hard

Even older Timkon art

alfred gave them the sheets

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