Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

“Go away, old man.”

Bruce couldn’t help the smile forming on his face as he listened from behind the door. The voice was one he hadn’t heard in a long time but it sparked memories Bruce have long forgotten. “I have clothing and Alfred made you food. All I’m asking for is a blood sample, then I will be out of your hair.” Bruce assured as he waited out front of the safe house Jason was currently hiding. “Jason we can do this two ways. Cooperate or…”

The door latched rattled before the door swung open. “Yeah, yeah or you’ll break-in.” Jason looked up at Bruce glaring. Bruce looked down at him. Smiling widely as he looked at the 12 year old current trying to look threatening. Baggy track pants covering his lower half. Held up by the duck tape wrapped around his waist. A leather Jacket swamped his torso. The sleeves swallowing his hands and almost touching the floor. “Stop it.” Jason growled as Bruce looked over him. Bruce only chuckled as he held one of the bag he was carrying out to Jason.

“Try these. They may fit better.” Bruce said before Jason snatched the bag best he could with the sleeves of the jacket still covering his hands. He turned and ran off into a back room. Out of sight to change.

“No going through my stuff!” Jason shouted as he ran. Not that he had much stuff in the house for Bruce to look through.

Bruce sighed as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He glanced over the room. It was obvious this wasn’t one of Jason’s go to safe houses. Bruce certainly hoped not anyway. Bruce walked to the nearest window. Prying it open with a little force. Allowing some fresh air into the stuffy room.

Cobwebs riddled every corner. Dust coated every surface. The roof slanted, ready to collapse any time. Paint pealing from the walls. Floor boards creaking with every step. Bruce’s eyes took in everything as he walked into the small kitchen. He frowned as Jason’s helmet reflected light into his eye line. Drawing his sight to the collection sitting in the counter. His red hood, Two sliver pistols and a shotgun. Bruce frowned as he walked by and opened the fridge. It was empty and barely cold. Jason must have only just turned the power on. Bruce took the couple of containers from another bag and stacked them into the fridge.

He smiled wide as Jason voice echoed from the other room. Complaining about Damian’s fashion choices and that he would have to die again if he wore that. Bruce closed the fridge and straightened. Standing by the counter while he waited for Jason to return.

“All these clothes suck! Does Damian not wear normal teen clothing?” Jason said as he stormed out into the hall and stopped a few feet from Bruce. Sporting slightly too large cargo pants, a black T-shirt while also still lugging around his leather Jacket.

“None of those are Damian’s. They were Tim’s when he was 12.” Bruce watched as Jason’s face twisted, processing the information. He was smaller then Tim at 12.

“Damian was the smallest right?” Jason asked. “Then Tim…”

“No. You were the smallest Robin to start. You only grew when you were almost 14. You didn’t really stop after that.” Bruce walked past Jason. His hand reaching down to run through Jason’s hair. Quickly twisting the white lock at his fringe with his fingers.

“Fuck off.” Jason hissed reaching to slap Bruce’s hand, jumping in an effort to do so as Bruce swiftly  moved his hand away. Bruce enjoying the show as Jason’s hands clenched into fists. “Just take the fucking blood sample and fuck off.” Jason sighed in frustration as he moved towards the couch.

“Don’t sit on that, you’ll be filthy.” Bruce sounding more like Alfred then he realised reached for Jason’s jacket. His fingers hooked onto the collar, attempting to stop Jason’s path. Only the Jacket slipped right off Jason’s arms and dropped to the floor. Jason grumbled as the cold grabbed into his skin as quick as the leather jacket fell.

“I’m not fucking 12.” Jason glared as he walked past the couch to a cupboard. He pull a sheet from the cupboard and move back towards the couch. He threw the sheet up attempting to cover the couch, giving some protection from the dust, but fell short as his height prevented the sheet from reaching the top of the back rest. Jason frowned clearly annoyed, he raised his arms again. The sheet not even making it off the floor. Bruce sighed as he moved behind Jason and held his hands out.

“Just shut up.” Jason dropped the corners of the sheet into Bruce’s hand. Watching as the sheet flew over the couch in one swift attempt. Jason moved to the couch, having to bounce a little on his toes to climb up. Bruce reached into his jacket pocket. Pulling out a small case.

“You should come to the manor.” Bruce moved onto the couch as he opened the case, revealing a few needles and empty blood viles. Setting the case down beside Jason’s leg. Bruce grabbed a wipe, tearing the packaging open with one hand and his teeth while the other hand grabbed Jason’s arm. Bruce looked up quickly as he felt Jason’s arm tremble. But Jason looked ahead. Starring at the wall. Bruce kept his eyes focused on Jason as he wiped the skin clean.

“Fuck that. Last thing I need is Dick hanging off me. Tim making snarking comments and Damian being an asshole.” Jason said frowning. Bruce knew the thought of going home wasn’t the cause of the frown. It was that he couldn’t stop the shaking in his body. “Don’t even say it. I’m not scared of a needle.” Jason quickly blurred out.

“No… but you were.” Bruce frowned. The grip on Jason’s arm tightened as he pushed the tip of the needle, breaking the skin. Jason tensed, his face paled. “Shh, it’s ok Jason.” Bruce’s voice cooed softly, trying to comfort him.

“I know!” Jason snapped but avoided looking at the needle or anything around it. “Fucking stitched myself up two days ago. I can handle a god damn needle.” Bruce’s mouth formed a thin line. Turning his focus onto filling the viles. They sat in silences for a few minutes until Bruce pulled the needle back. He placed the viles and needle back into their case. Raising his hand. He pressed his thumb against the bleeding spot on Jason’s arm. Earning a hiss but Bruce only smiled as he removed his thumb, showing Jason the small circular bandage he’d placed.

 If Jason could burn Bruce on the spot he would. “You have what you want now get out.” Jason jumped up from the sofa and walked towards the kitchen. But Bruce didn’t get up. Instead he pulled out his phone.

“I’m going to stay. I’ll have Dick or Tim drop by and pick up the samples.” Bruce informed Jason. Not flinching as Jason grabbed one of his pistols and pointed it at his face. Jason’s face scrunched up as he felt the weight of the gun. Bruce had taken the ammo.

“Leave!” Jason kicked up his foot as he threw the gun hard and fast towards Bruce. Bruce taking little effort to dodge the attack. “Get out and leave me alone. I don’t need you. Not now not ever. Go play house with your sons! Because I’m not one of them.”

Bruce put the phone up to his ear. Dialling Tim ignoring Jason’s tantrum.

“Sounds like you’re having fun.” Tim answered cheerily. Maybe he’d actually slept for once. Bruce could only hope.

“I need to stay here. Jason’s showing signs that this may not be just a physical problem.” Bruce informed him. Bruce looked towards Jason who was searching his kitchen draws.

“Not just physical? He losing his memories?” Tim asked.

“Seems to be Muscle Memory so far. He shook and turned pale when I took the blood sample. Like a child getting a needle.” Bruce explained still watching Jason, who was now climbing the fridge.

“You’re going based on just that?” Tim judged.

“I’m taking precautions.” Bruce frowned as Jason picked up the knife Bruce had place on the top shelf of a cabinet.

“Precautions as in, you don’t really know. Jason refused to come to the manor and you have a soft spot.” Tim not even trying to hide his smug tone. “Dick will be around to pick the sample up in 5. See you whenever you get home. Have fun babysitting.” Tim hung up right as the knife came for Bruce’s cheek

“You’re really going to do this?” Bruce ducked, lifting off the couch as Jason pressed forward. “Jason just stop.” Bruce growled as Jason swiped again. Now focusing on Bruce’s stomach as it was most he could reach and still get in some decent force. Bruce let Jason swing four time’s before he lowered one arm. Grabbing Jason’s wrist with one hand. Using his thumb to push Jason’s hand up and his fingers to force his wrist down. A small crack and the knife fell to the floor.

“Fuck you.” Jason groaned at the initial pain that shot through his arm. Bruce kept squeezing his wrist. As Jason swung his free hand at him. Bruce let the punch hit. Once Jason retracted to swing again Bruce made his move. Twisting Jason’s arm, kicking his feet from under him and planting Jason into the dusty floor boards. He dropped his knee onto and held Jason down while snatching Jason’s last free hand. Crossing both of Jason’s wrist over so he could hold them in one hand.

Jason’s leg kicked the ground. Trying to plant his toes into the boards and gain some upwards motion but Bruce was too heavy. Jason also out of practice body wise.

“Stand down now.” Bruce warned pressing more weight onto Jason as he waited for Jason to stop fighting. Jason using his last weapon began to attack again.

“You can’t fix what you did. I’ll never forgive you. You caused me to die! You. You dragged me into this. Look at me! Leave! Leave now! Leave me like you should have to begin with.” Jason spat violently.

Bruce was taken back as the words pierced through him. Jason knew too damn well of the guilt sitting in Bruce’s heart over his death. To hear it come from the child he’d love so much tore him apart. Bruce let go. Stepping back as he freed Jason. Jason quickly got to his feet. Making a mad dash. He scooped up his jacket and ran to the back room. Bruce only watched as Jason flew past again. His red helmet over his head and bike key’s in hand. He ran out the the door.

Dick jumped to the side as Jason sprinted past him on the street before turning into the ally hiding his bike. Dick looked around, catching sight of Bruce in the house. “Bruce?” Dick looked with wide eyes. Unsure of wether to follow Jason. Bruce rubbed his temple, glancing towards his worried eldest son.

“Just...” Bruce paused as the loud rumble of Jason’s bike started and began to move. Dick stopped in the doorway. Watching as Jason sped away.

“He’ll kill himself. That bikes made for a grown man!” Dick shouted.

“Dick!” Bruce shouted getting Dick to stop as he made his way back down the stairs. “Take the blood sample.”

“Jason..”

“Needs space.” Bruce explained as he held out the case of viles to Dick. Dick sighed as he took the case from him and shoved them into his pocket.

“You ok?” Dick asked after the sound of Jason’s bike faded into the distance. “You look shaken.”

“I’ll be fine. Go now.”

Bruce reached down. Picking up the pistol Jason had thrown at him. He brushed the dust off it from the floor, admiring how well kept it was while walking it back to its twin. He placed it down and looked at the shot gun Jason must have been about to clean it. Bruce picked it up and the small cleaning kit beside it. Walking back to the couch he sat down.

The door creaked as Jason opened it. No longer wearing his helmet. His leather jacket scratched down one shoulder. Pants ripped around the knee. “You owe me a new bike.” Jason sighed as he flopped head first into the couch cushion, over the arm rest.  Bruce frowned as he set the shot gun down on the coffee table and looked over Jason.

“Are you hurt? How did you get back?” Bruce asked.

“Climbed on a car. Mm Shoulders a little sore and I have a headache so that’s fun.” Jason’s voice was muffled by the cushion his face remained planted against. “Did my jacket rip?”

“It’s scuffed. Lucky you had it on.” Bruce smiled as he brushed his hand’s though Jason’s hair.

“Stop doing that.” The softer reaction told Bruce enough as he removed his hand as Jason shifted.

“We should go back to the cave.” Bruce said as Jason rolled onto his back. Lifting his head to rest on Bruce’s leg, his own legs hanging over the arm rest. Jason looked up. His eyes dulled slightly. “Are you sure your ok?” Bruce asked softly.

“M fine. I’m not going to the cave. Why do you have my gun?” Jason looked at the shot gun resting on the coffee table. “I like it don’t fuck with it.” Jason snapped as he reached for it. Bruce picked it up before he could.

“I was about to clean it.” Bruce admitted as he picked up the oil rag.

“Don’t. Not that rag it fucks the wood.” Jason protested reaching his hands up to try get the gun from Bruce. Bruce only held it higher out of his reach. “Just give it to me.”

“No.” Bruce threw the rag back down. “I’m not giving a 12 year old a gun.”

Jason growled and looked back at the cleaning kit on the coffee table. “Do you even know how to clean a gun?” Jason asked as he reached across to grab a small brush and held it up to Bruce. “Use this in the barrel.” Bruce took the brush but frowned as he turned the front of the gun towards his face. “No you…”

Bruce looked down waiting for Jason to throw an insult but Jason didn’t. Instead he reached up for the handle and pointed one finger. Bruce lowered the gun enough so Jason could push a small lever at the top of the gun to the side. The barrel of the gun fell forward. Splitting in two. “You really don’t know much about guns?”

“I know enough.” Bruce said as he dropped the two empty shells out into his hand. Frowning as he looked them over. Metal scratched the inside of the shells. “You promised me you would change to Rubber. This isn’t a casing for a rubber bullet Jason.” Bruce looked at Jason.

“Blew a lock off a chain.” Jason explained snatching the shells.

“Better have.” Bruce looked back at the gun.

“I did!” Jason sat up. Bruce watched waiting to see if he became hostile. Jason turned and pulled the sleeve of his jacket down to his wrist. “Look see. Some bounced back.” Bruce frowned as he looked at the small purple dots riddled over Jason’s wrist. “It was sorta stupid.” Jason looked at Bruce and smiled.

“Mm ok I believe you.” Bruce nodded as he started to clean the inside of the barrel. Jason frowned as he slipped back down. His chin on Bruce’s leg, legs swinging above his back as he watched Bruce clean. “You should get some sleep.”

“I’m not 12.” Jason said without missing a beat. He rolled back onto his back. “And I’m only putting up with you so I can get this shit fixed quickly.” Jason sighed closing his eyes. Bruce continued cleaning. His eyes darting down to look at Jason every so often. Watching as he drifted to sleep.

Raising the gun up and closing one eye. Bruce inspected the inside of the barrel. Satisfied he clicked the barrel back into place. Shifting the lever back to lock the gun together. He placed the shotgun down and packed away the cleaning kit. All the while trying not to disturb Jason so he would slip into a deeper sleep. Bruce slipped his jacket off. Bundling it onto a ball. He lifted Jason’s head. Slipping his leg free and replacing it with the jacket. Jason stirred, not waking he shifted his head into the new make shift pillow.

Bruce stood and walked down the small hall way into the room Jason had left the bag of clothes. He was expecting the clothes to be scattered on the floor but Jason had packed them back into the bag. His own clothes also neatly folded and resting on the bed. Bruce pulled out his phone.

“Hello Master Bruce. How goes the babysitting?” Alfred answered. He frowned as he listened to Tim snicker in the background.

“Prepare Jason’s room. We’ll be home shortly.” Bruce informed him.

“Oh. And does Master Jason have a say in this?”

“He doesn’t need one.” Bruce hung up. Grabbing the bag and walking to the kitchen. He frowned as he grabbed the two pistols and shoved them into the bag as well. He unpacked the food he’d brought and put it back into another bag. He walked back into the living room. Grabbing the shotgun. Jason continued to sleep as Bruce walked out of the house. A light rain touched his skin as Bruce walked a few blocks to his car. He threw the bags and gun into the boot before heading back for Jason.

Bruce pulled Jason’s jacket around him, cover as much of Jason as he could. He popped the collar of the jacket so it would protect Jason from some of the rain. Bruce lifted him into his arms. Cradling him as he walked out of the house one last time. Forgetting his own jacket. He tipped himself forward. Shielding Jason from the last of the rain as he made his way to the car.

“He’s tiny.” Tim whispered as he peeked around Bruce’s shoulder as Bruce carried Jason up the stairs. He was still wrapped in his jacket and sleeping peacefully.

“Like you can talk.” Bruce glanced back at Tim, chuckling as Tim glared at the comment. “Go do something productive. You’re normally to busy to talk to me.”

“That’s not true…” Tim frowned as he picked up his pace so he was walking beside Bruce and not behind. “I just…”

“Suddenly found free time because this is an opportunity you can’t miss. Yes I’m expecting Dick to say the same.” Bruce walked into Jason’s room. Alfred smiled as he finished making the bed.

“I see the clothing did not fit. As I predicted sir.” Alfred pulled the blanket back making a spot of Jason as Bruce set him down.

“We’ll get him something, in the meantime.” Bruce turned and shoved Tim out the door. Tim opened his mouth to protest but the door was quickly shut in his face.

“Was that necessary Master Bruce? Master Timothy has been working quiet hard on finding the culprit behind this.” Alfred informed Bruce as he worked on getting the leather Jacket off Jason.

“I understand but I don’t quiet know what’s going on with Jason’s memories right now. They are intake but he’s starting to change.”

“Information you wish not to share because?”

“Because he can still be hostile and I don’t want any damn fighting while he’s here so you’re in charge of keeping the others away.” Bruce said as he turned to the door.

“You have met your sons correct Master Bruce?” Alfred folded the Jacket and laid it on the bed. He smiled as he tucked Jason in.

“Yes… I unfortunately have.” Bruce opened the door, grabbing the collar of Dick’s shirt before he could slip by. His leg lifted kicking Damian gently enough to stop him also getting by. He threw them both back into the hall and shut the door behind them. Tim lent against the wall watching.

“Told you.” Tim smirked as Dick straighten.

“Please.”

“No.”

“Tim got to.”

“No he’s sleeping.”

“That’s why it’s perfect. He can’t kill me.”

“No.”

“Tt.”

“Don’t you even start.” Bruce started walking. Listening as his one set of foots steps was followed by two others. “Richard.” Three sets of foot steps followed.

Chapter Text

Jason pressed his face against the glass. Watching two raindrops race down the glass. Jason frowned as he lifted his head. Looking at the morning mist hanging over Gotham.
“I hate you, Bruce!” Jason turned swiftly. Sprinting at his top speed towards his door. He turned his shoulder, slamming it into the door. He bounced off as the door didn’t budge, sending Jason onto his ass. Jason lifted his head, taking a deep breath. “Fuck you!” He screamed loudly.

...

Tim jerked his head up from where he had almost dozed off. He frowned as he tilted his head back to look up at the ceiling. “You positive he can’t survive on the streets?” Tim’s head fell, his eyes looking to Bruce. Bruce glared at Tim in response, sipping his own coffee.

“I mean you did lock him up. Of course, Littlewing’s gonna be mad.” Dick said as he shovelled a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

“I agree with Drake.” Damian sat down beside Dick.

“That’s a first,” Tim mumbled around the rim of his coffee mug.

“Stop it now,” Bruce warned as he rose from his seat. Alfred walked out of the kitchen, carrying a tray of food up to Jason’s room. “Jason is staying here until this mess is sorted.” Bruce glared at his kids, trying to get some message across.

“Not like he has a choice.” Tim sipped his coffee, not bothered by Bruce’s glare. Dick giggled slipping out of his chair to follow Alfred.

“Dick stay here,” Bruce warned only to be ignored. “You.” Bruce looked at Tim, “Stop with comments or I’ll drag you to work.”

Tim pressed his lips together into a line. His eyes challenging Bruce’s. “Fine.” Tim sighed admitting defeat, his head fell forward onto the table.

“Tt, coward,” Damian smirked. Tim rose his hand, his middle finger pointing towards Damian’s face.

“Damian,” Bruce growled before his attention snapped to Tim. “Timothy.”

“Master Jason.” Alfred knocked on the door. Masterfully balancing a tray in one hand as he unlocked the door and entered the room. “Master Richard.” Alfred rose his eyebrow as Dick followed closely behind Alfred. His blue eyes wide, attempting to lull Alfred into letting him in. “Puppy eyes have gotten you so far, I will admit. But they will not get you further than this door today.” Alfred waited, watching as Dick frowned and stepped out of the doorway.

“How are you this morning?” Alfred smiled as he closed the door and walked over to the small table in Jason’s room. “Master Jason?” Alfred set the tray down before he looked towards the bed. Jason’s
head poked up from the pile of pillows he was hiding in.

Jason glared softened as he looked at Alfred. “Imma pissed.”

“Language please Master Jason.” Alfred scolded as he unpacked the tray. Setting a cup of orange juice down, a plate of eggs and a bowl of fresh-cut fruit. “So you are still within the right mind I take it?”

“Why did he bring me here? I told him I didn’t want to come. I was fine.” Jason slipped off the bed. The shirt he was wearing hanging low on his shoulders and the pants sliding down. His hair a tangled mess.

“Yes. I can see that.” Alfred raised a brow, a chuckle rising from his chest. “While I do believe you are more than capable of fending for yourself. The world may question a 12-year-old living alone.”

“They don’t care Alfred. You know as well as I do.” Jason jumped tugging the pants up.

“Yes well, I do not wish to see you on the streets. Oh, how skinny you were back then.” Alfred sighed sadly at the image of Jason when he’d first came to the manor. His head raised quickly as the door handle twisted. “Master Dick zig told you… Oh, my apologies Master Bruce.” Alfred watched as Bruce entered the room. Fiddling with his sleeve. “Going out sir.”

Jason frowned, glaring at Bruce as he climbed up into the chair. “Fuck off.”

“Master Jason.” Alfred pinched Jason’s ear now he was within reach. Jason gasped out of surprise. A whimper escaping him.

“Sorry!” Jason quickly blurted out. Alfred smirked as he released his hold on Jason’s ear. Jason grumbled as he rubbed his ear.

Bruce chuckled as he watched. “I need to drop into Wayne tech for a few hours,” Bruce explained. “I take it your memory is still intact? How’s your shoulder?” Bruce looked down at Jason. Jason glared, grabbing a piece of toast. Refusing to talk. “Jason, ignore me all you want but I’m not risking having you on the streets. If you lose your memories then what?”

“I was with you when I was 12. I would come here! But my memories aren’t gone. So you just dragged me back into this hell hole for nothing.” Jason slumped back in the chair with a loud huff.

“I’ll go get the car ready for you sir.” Alfred picked up the tray as he swiftly exited the room. Bruce crossed his arms, looking down as Jason ate. Bruce sighed as his expression softened. Something about Jason in this state made it hard to stay angry.

“We’ve hit a dead end, your blood tests have come up clean. I need you to tell me what you remember.” Bruce spoke softer, hoping to get some sort of help from Jason. Jason looked down as he ate. Refusing to speak. Bruce sighed deeply, rubbing his temple. “Ok fine. I’ll get Tim to bring up a laptop for you. If you remember anything you inform the cave.” Bruce turned his back and walked towards the door. “You know the faster you begin to corporate. The..”

“Fuck. Off.” Jason spoke before Bruce could finish. Bruce breathed in deeply and sighed loudly as he slipped out the door. Clicking the outer lock. Jason frowned, staring at the door for a moment before he turned back to his food.

“Bruce. You are overreacting.” Tim rubbed his tired eyes as he listened to Bruce’s small list of instructions. “Stop, please. I’ll leave the laptop and lock the door.” Tim groaned as he planted his head on the kitchen counter.

“I do not understand why you’re being so protective over Todd. You said to begin with you feared he was losing his memories but, he hasn’t so why keep him locked up?” Damian asked as he packed his school bag.

“I don’t need to answer a question you already know the answer to.” Bruce grabbed his briefcase and coffee. “Tim...”

“I know what to do.” Tim groaned.

“Bruce just relax ok. What’s the worst that could happen? I’ve dealt with Jason as a kid before. If he loses his memories I’ll be here.” Dick looked up from his cereal.

Bruce frowned looking at his eldest. “You’re not to go near Jason. Do you hear me, Dick? Go in there and you’ll be running drills for the rest of the week.”

“You’re so boring Bruce.” Dick sighed as he poked the dry pieces of his cereal down into the milk. “He’s only being so hostile because you’re being hostile back. Trust him some.”

“I will once he calms down.” Bruce fixed his tie. “Just promise me the two of you will leave him alone.” Bruce looked between Tim and Dick. Tim rose his head, nodding a little. Dick frowned but also nodded. “Good.” Bruce turned, exiting the kitchen with Damian quickly following behind.

“Have a good day at school Damian,” Dick said as Bruce and Damian left. The kitchen became quiet. Dick ate while Tim read the news on his phone and sipped at his coffee. Tim’s eyes rising to peek out the window every so often. Dick looked up at Tim, waiting. After a few minutes past Tim’s eyes met Dick’s as the sound of the car faded into the distance. They both grinned as they slipped out of their bar stools and sprinted out of the kitchen.

Dick shoved Tim to the side as they climbed the stairs. Pushing past, laughing loudly.

Tim gasped as he hit the railing. “Dick.” Tim glared lunging forward he grabbing onto Dick’s t-shirt. Pulling his back down a few steps and gaining some forward momentum.

“Don’t stretch it,” Dick whined twisting back in the hope Tim would let go.

“Have fun doing drills.” Tim teased as he let go of Dick’s shirt as he was now ahead of him again. Tim leapt up the last few stairs and raced down the hall. Dick not far behind and gaining thanks to his somewhat longer legs.

“He said I couldn’t go in, nothing about getting Jason to come out,” Dick smirked as he bounced to a stop beside Tim. Looking at the door to the room housing Jason.

“Oh? So you have a plan?” Tim asked as he looked up at Dick, smiling widely. “I mean don’t think we’ll need one.” Tim looked back at the door. “Jason will most likely charge out and try to… escape.” Tim frowned as a quick breeze flew by him and Dick suddenly was not beside him, rather running back the way they came. “Richard John Grayson you are a traitor and a coward.”

Tim huffed as Bruce wrapped his arm around his midsection, throwing Tim over his shoulder as he walked back towards the kitchen. “For the record, it was a mutual agreement.” Tim pointed out as he hung over Bruce’s shoulder. His legs kicked with little fight.

“Mm.” Bruce frowned as he entered the kitchen. “Dick.” Bruce glared as Dick smiled from where he was sitting. Happily munching on his cereal like he hadn’t just been in the hall 5 seconds ago. “Don’t make me drag you both to work, Do you want to mope around my office for 5 hours? Or will you be trustworthy and leave your brother alone?” Bruce asked as he set Tim down.

“Ok. Fine.” Dick sighed rolling his eyes and pointing to Bruce with his spoon. “You’re such a killjoy.”

“Yeah, we’ll leave him.” Tim sighed as he walked towards the door. “I’ll go get that laptop.” Tim waved his hand as he walked out of the kitchen.

“Dick.” Bruce looked at Dick.

“I won’t bug him. Just go to work.” Dick topped up his bowl with fresh cereal. Bruce sighed but nodded. He turned out of the room and headed for his own car.

“Jason.” Tim knocked on Jason’s door, giving him some warning that he was about to enter the room. “I have a laptop for you. Can I come in?” Tim waited, his finger on the latch. “Jay?” Tim frowned. “Look if you think you’re gonna try and sneak out this door, you’re not.”

Jason frowned, glaring at the door Tim stood behind. “Come back in five or slide it under the door.”

“What?” Tim frowned as he listened to Jason’s request. “No. I have stuff to do and the laptop won’t fit under the door.” Tim sighed as he clicked the lock and pushed the door open.

“No! Get out!” Jason kicked his legs but quickly stopped as the dresser began to rock with his weight. Tim’s eyes widened as he looked at Jason. Jason froze like a deer. His eyes wide as he looked at Tim. “Get out!” Jason shouted, watching as Tim’s cheeks puffed, a snort escaped his nose before he erupted into laughter. “FUCK YOU!”

Jason hung slightly sideways on the front of his dresser. His belt loop caught on the draw handle. Jason’s cheeks reddened as he crossed his arms with a huff. His eyes widening as Tim reached back, pulling out his phone. “Tim no!” Jason squirmed causing the dresser to tilt and rock.

“Stop, Stop!” Tim quickly put the laptop down and threw the phone onto the bed as he rushed to brace the dresser before Jason tipped it over onto himself. “Ok, calm down.” Tim chuckled a little more as Jason just glared at him. “Sorry but it was funny ok, here let me-

“Don’t touch me!” Jason snarled as Tim’s hand lingered towards him. “Just hold the dresser.”

“I can-

“Don’t fucking touch me!” Jason glared.

“Keep being loud and Dick will come.” Tim looked at Jason with a deadpan expression. Jason frowned and sighed deeply in defeat. Tim smiled as he moved. “Sit still.” Tim reached behind Jason hooking his finger into the jean loop and pulling it sideways. Sliding Jason off and onto the floor. Jason immediately grabbed as his pants. Pulling his wedge out. Tim bit his lip and covered his mouth as giggles escaped him.

“Tell no one!” Jason turned and pointed at Tim. He frowned only now realising how short he was compared to Tim. Standing just below his chest. “Fuck. Ahhh!” Jason threw his hands up and ran to the bed. Face planting onto the soft blankets while screaming dramatically.

“Ok.” Tim’s eyes tracked Jason. He stood for a moment, a little stunned. “I see what Bruce’s is concerned about now.” Tim shifted following Jason towards the bed. “I won’t tell. Not straight away anyway.” Tim smiled at Jason, who’s body was swallowed up by the jacket. “Jason.”

“Fuck off,” Jason muttered into the blankets.

Tim rolled his eyes as he sat on the bed beside Jason. “You’re being dramatic.”

“I’m a theatre nut, get used to it.” Jason’s head rolled to the side. Peeking at Tim who smiled down at him.

“So you think of how this could have happened?” Tim asked grabbing his phone and shoving it into his pocket.

“No.” Jason sighed.

“Ok well, that’s ok. I have contacted Z but didn’t hold of her. I asked Raven, she’s not sure if she’d know but she’s going to come over and see what she can find.” Tim explained.

“You swinging to magic?” Jason rolled onto his back, he glanced backwards, taking note Tim had left the door open. “Not like you to jump to a conclusion,” Jason smirked as he looked at Tim. His nose scrunched up, as his eyes settled into a glare.

“I’m not jumping to a conclusion,” Tim spoke quickly. His voice rising. “Just ruling out one possibility.”

“Hey hey, chill.” Jason raised his hands. He kicked his legs up, using the force as they fell to lift himself into a sitting position.

Tim sighed as he closed his eyes. “Sorry, Bruce’s been at me. Dick’s hypo and won’t go home. Damian’s just… Damian.”

“And this was just the cherry on top.” Jason patted Tim’s back, a little awkward as he tried to reach Tim’s shoulder. Tim chuckled, a little smile on his face as he opened his eyes again.

“None of this is your fault. Bruce is gonna kill me for being in here so long.” Tim slipped off the bed.

“Why?” Jason frowned watching as Tim walked over and picked up the laptop he left on the floor.

“Why do you think?” Tim glanced over his shoulder.

“I won’t tell him. Just do me a favour.” Jason flopped back down onto his back.

“Sorry, Jay.” Tim walked over, placing the laptop on the bed, besides Jason’s legs. “I can’t leave the door unlocked. But I’m going into town to pick up some tech. Want me to get you something? A ladder? Better fitting clothes?”

“Hey! No short cracks.” Jason huffed. “Alfred was going to pick me up some clothing, but…”

“You’d rather not look like a posh tot,” Tim smirked, thinking for a moment. “You… wanna come?”
Jason’s eyes widened as he quickly sat up. “I trust you.” Tim quickly added. “And you’d do the same for me, just don’t run off.”

“Bruce didn’t want any of you near me. Now you want to take me shopping?” Jason looked at Tim.

“Bruce assumed we would fight.” Tim pointed out. “I’m just proving to him I’m more mature then he thinks and you can be trustworthy. Win-win.” Tim wiggled his shoulders.

Jason smirked shining a glare to Tim. “Truth now. What’s he got.”

Tim’s eyes widened, His body slouching a little as he sighed defeatedly “He confiscated my skateboard.”

“Shit I forgot you skateboarded. Hell, I forget you’re 16.” Jason bounced off the bed. “So what? You trying to get in his good books again by befriending me?”

“I thought we were already friends?” Tim ruffled Jason’s hair, gaining a quick slap from Jason’s hand in return. “And no. I was going to use you as an excuse to go buy myself a new board. I’m only meant to drop into WE. With you, I can go to the mall.” Jason frowned a little as he looked at Tim. “Is that a problem?” Tim asked frowning.”

“Nothing,” Jason replied quickly. “You’re not concerned about being seen with a random kid?”

“Oh yeah, that would be fun. ‘Timothy Wayne seen with a young child. Bruce Wayne adopting AGAIN?! Won’t anyone stop him?” Tim spoke dramatically, his hands moving about. Jason groaned at Tim’s pitiful performance. Tim only laughing. “I’ll wear a hoodie.”

“Why don’t you borrow your boyfriend’s glasses too.” Jason grinned as Tim’s cheeks turned pink. Tim picked up a nearby cushion and hit Jason with it. “Bruce said no fighting!” Jason laughed covering his face with his hands.

“Kon isn’t my boyfriend. God between you and Dick…” Tim trailed off as he pulled out his phone.
I’m going to call Alfred and let him know your with me. I’ll get you something better than that Jacket from Damian’s room.” Tim grinned as Jason quickly glared and hugged himself. A silent protest. “Hey, Alfred.” Tim greeted as he walked into the hallway and down towards Damian’s room.

Jason kicked his feet. “I need shoes too!” Jason called out as he ran into the hallway. Tim waved his hand in acknowledgement. Jason huffed his hands falling onto his hips. Aware someone else had crept up behind him.

“Make it quick.” Jason sighed. Dick’s arms snaked between his arms and waist. His hand resting on Jason’s chest. Pulling him back against Dick’s chest. Dick sighed happily as his head rested on Jason’s head.

Jason frowned a little unsure of the hug, the feeling of nostalgia rising to his chest. “You weren’t hurt, right?” Dick asked. His voice soft filled with genuine care.

“No.” Jason looked down. “It didn’t hurt. Just work up and boom I’m 12.” Jason looked up at Dick as the weight lifted off his head. Dick’s warmth escaping as his hands slipped back and Dick stood straight.

“Well that’s good I guess… wished you’d called.” Dick sighed as he moved towards the window, sitting on the ledge. “Did you call anyone? Roy? Star?”

“Are you joking? I didn’t call anyone.” Jason looked over at Dick. “Steph saw me, I saw her. I knew Bruce would come so I tried to hide. Also, you really think I want Roy to see me like this?” Jason smiled trying to brighten the sudden dull mood. “And Star!? God, I’d actually call you guys to save me.”

Dick laughed and smiled widely. “Yeah, that would be something.” Dick looked down the hall as Tim walked towards him. Dick quickly raised his hands. “He came to me. I didn’t smother him.” Dick smirked as Tim just shook his head.

“Based on the fact you’re not currently hugging Jason and do not have a bloody nose, I will believe you.” Tim smiled as he threw Jason a green hoodie. “Smallest he had.”

“I thought Alfred was going to buy clothes?” Dick asked as he watched Jason slip out of his Jacket. “Oh wow, I forgot you were this small.” Jason frowned throwing the Jacket back into his room to quickly get the hoodie over his head.

“Actually Jason and I are going to go,” Tim said under his breath. “Alfred said it’s ok,” Tim added as Dick quickly looked at him.

“Well. If Alfred said it’s ok. I’ll stop holding you two up. Have fun. No fighting.” Dick jumped up and made his way down the hallway.

“Wow… I didn’t expect him to just…”

“Be Respectful?” Jason asked as he looked up at Tim. “Dick’s all kind of things. But he does know respect.” Jason said as he watched Dick walk away. “Maybe…”

“Want to invite him?” Tim tilted his head, watching Jason closely.

Jason sighed but nodded.

Chapter Text

“So this is the real reason you dragged yourself out with Jason,” Dick smirked, his arms crossed as he leant against a shelf. One eye watching Jason as he picked out clothing the other helping Tim pick out a skateboard. 

“No…” Tim didn’t look up as he examined the skateboard in his hands. “I don’t use people like that.” Tim grinned a little. 

“Surrreee.” Dick laughed, nudging Tim with his elbow. “I liked that one,” Dick said as Tim put the board back on the rack. “You're being fussy.” 

“I’m not. I like the designs but the bearings are cheap.” Tim looked at Dick. “And before you go ‘Just buy better bearings’ remember who here has money and who doesn’t.” Dick frowned, turning his attention back to Jason. “Thought so,” Tim smirked as he picked up another board. “Think Damian would paint this for me?” Tim looked up at Dick, frowning as Dick was suddenly gone. Tim groaned, putting the board back and making his way to Jason. “You see where Dick went?” 

Jason frowned looking up at Tim. “No, maybe to a better shop. These clothes all suck!” Jason whined, his shoulders slumping. 

“Here or little heroes.” Tim grinned as Jason’s eyes widened with horror. 

“No.” Jason quickly responded. Moving towards another rack of clothing. 

“Hm really? I couldn’t help but notice you were eyeing off that Wonder Woman shirt.” Tim teased. 

“I was not!” Jason stomped his foot catching Tim a little off guard by the childish action, 

“Jeez, you don’t have to get bratty.” Tim rolled his eyes. “Have you tried anything on? You’ve been collecting clothing, yet you still don’t know your sizing.” Tim reached down to take a few pieces from Jason. Only stopping as Jason hugged the clothing to his chest. 

“These will fit. I don’t need to try anything.” Jason glared at Tim. 

“Are you feeling ok?” Tim frowned as he studied Jason’s face. Jason’s eyes were dulled and his focus seemed to move about. “You were quite in the car.” 

“Mfine, stop treating me like a kid,” Jason growled. Tim sighed and shrugged, turning his back to Jason.

“Suit yourself,” Tim said as he walked away. He only looked back over his shoulder to see Jason giving in and running towards the changing rooms. Tim smiled as he turned and followed. Waiting outside as Jason shut the door in his face. 

“I don’t need you to wait for me. I thought you were buying a skateboard.” Jason said as he took off his hoodie. 

“I will, but if I’m there and you’re in here Dick would freak out,” Tim said as he pulled out his phone. 

“He’s the one that ran off.” Jason pointed out.

“Yeah well, I didn’t think I needed to babysit him.” Tim sighed. “Jason? You ok?” Tim frowned as a clutter of banging sounded from behind the door. “Jason?” Tim shoved his phone back in his pocket and knocked on the door. He could hear Jason moving about. “Do you need help?” 

“...go away,” Jason mumbled. 

Tim frowned and sighed “Jason come on what’s going…” Tim stepped back as the door opened to reveal Jason. His eyes were wide as he looked at Tim. “Um. That shirt looks good.” Tim said sheepishly as he looked at Jason. “Bro are you good?” 

Jason glared at Tim, Raising his leg quickly, kneeing Tim directly in the groan. “what the fuck?” Tim groaned as he fell to his knees in pain. “Jason?” Tim watched as Jason jumped over him. Making a dash out of the changing rooms. Tim hissed, forcing himself to get up and make chase. Tim pulled his own hoodie over his head, hiding his face he ran out of the changing rooms into the main shop. 

“Jason stop, you’re making a scene,” Tim said as he tailed Jason. Jason glanced back but only picked up a faster pace. Ducking and weaving through the clothing racks with ease. Tim bit his lip nervously as people began to stare. Jason glanced back as he exited the shop. Tim was at his toes, edging closer each second. Tim frowned as he searched Jason’s eyes. “You forgot!” Tim gasped right before he was slammed into by a security guard. 

Jason smirked as he watched Tim get thrown to the ground. “That’s what you get pervert.” Jason cheered happily as he continued running. His celebration falling short as two security guards picked up the chase. “What are you after me for?” Jason pushed forward. Rounding a corner he was suddenly yanked back into a small cleaners cupboard. “Let me mmmm.” Jason struggled as an arm wrapped tightly around his side and another covered his mouth. 

“Jason, stop.” Dick frowned as Jason wiggled and kicked at him, “it’s me, Dick,” 

Jason froze, his head turning to look up at Dick. He glared a little and wiggled for Dick to let him go. “What’s going on?” Dick’s hand moved from Jason’s mouth but his hold on Jason remained firm. 

“What’s going on?! Some creep was chasing me, that's what’s going on!” Jason burst kicking his legs more. 

“Some creep? I left for 5 minutes. Where’s Tim?” Dick asked frowning. 

“Tim? Who the fuck is Tim?” Jason frowned, clear confusion on his face, 

“Oh…” Dick’s eyes widened as he placed Jason down and stuck his head out of the cupboard. “Well shit.” Dick sighed as he watched Tim being walked out of the mall, his hoodie down. Hands cuffed behind his back. “Bruce is going to kill us.” 

Tim stared at the ground, unable to move under Bruce’s glare. Bruce’s finger tapped against the wood of his desk. Alfred stood behind him, his arms crossed. A disappointed frown on his face. 

“Do you realise how lucky you are?” Bruce asked, raising his brow to Tim. Tim knew better then responded. “Look at me!” Bruce slammed his fist against the desk, Tim’s eyes widened as he looked up at Bruce.

“Do you understand how many people I had to pay off so your face isn’t plastered all over the Internet right now?” Bruce stood up from his chair. “You better hope this doesn’t get out or you’re going to be the one clearing up your mess,” Bruce warned. 

“I didn’t think…”

“Enough! I’ll have no excuses, Tim. You lied to Dick and Jason’s faces. You knew damn well you did not have mine OR Alfred’s permission to leave. Yet you did. What the hells going on with you Tim? Go to your room and stay there till I come to get you.” Bruce’s hands clenched into a tight fist. 

Tim frowned as he made a hasty exit from Bruce’s office. Bruce sighed deeply. Rubbing his brow as he walked around his desk towards the door. “Am I missing something Alfred? Tim’s not normally like this.” 

“Old habits die hard, I'm afraid Master Bruce.” Alfred sighed. 

“Apparently so.” Bruce frowned as he made his way down the hall and into the living room. “Jason.” Bruce smiled softly at the boy tucked up in a recliner. A book in his hands. Jason peeked over the book and smiled. Bruce walked over, sitting on the armrest of the chair. “How are you feeling?” Bruce ran his hands through Jason’s hair. Happy to find Jason moved towards the touch rather than away. 

“Have a headache. I’m a little confused.” Jason frowned as he set the book he was reading on the table beside him. “Everything looks different. Like not too different but also really different at the same time. You get me?” 

“Hm. I believe I do.” Bruce chuckled.

“Like Dick to start. His hair. It’s not long anymore! You look older and more.” Jason outstretched his arms. “Like you’re stronger. And look.” Jason poked Bruce’s arm, “you didn’t have this scar before.” Jason looked at Bruce. His green eyes wide. “The only thing that’s the same is Alfred.” 

Bruce laughed as he stood up. “I think it would make Alfred happy to hear you don’t think he’s aged in the last 9 years.” Bruce watched as Jason’s face twisted up. A confused look on his face. 

“OH my god! I’ve time-travelled into the future?” Jason bounced up to his knees. His eyes shining brightly. Bruce sighed happily and shook his head. 

“Slow down, what happened to that headache?” Bruce chuckled. Jason pouted, sitting back down. “No, you have not travelled to the future. What you see around you is the present. You are the one who’s changed.” 

Jason frowned, his leg kicked towards Bruce in an annoyed protest. “Leave the riddles for the Riddler,” Jason whined. “I don’t understand.” 

“You’re 21 Jason.” Bruce sighed deeply. “You’ve been turned back into your 12-year-old self.”  Jason froze. His eyes widened. Bruce frowned, waiting for Jason to process what he’d been told. 

“I’m 21?” Jason looked at Bruce, his expression soft. 

“Yes.” Bruce put his hand on Jason’s shoulder. “We’re looking into what happened to you.” 

“We’re? You, Dick and Barbara?” Jason asked. Bruce nodded, smiling. 

“And a few others. One you met not so long ago.” 

“...Tim?” Jason tilted his head. Noticing Bruce was taking back a bit by the name. “Dick mentioned him. I feel like I know the name. Was he the one you just yelled at?” 

“I didn’t yell at him.” Bruce frowned. “But yes. That’s Tim. He’s one of… many new teammates you have.” 

“Many?” Jason smiled, his hands raising to the side of his head, his index fingers poking up. Imitating the Batman cowl. “I work alone.” Jason’s voice dropped to slow rumble as he spoke. Bruce sighed deeply, ruffling Jason’s hair. 

“Very funny. So you remember Tim.” Bruce moved over, sitting in the partnering recliner. 

Jason frowned, rolling onto his stomach, his head resting on the armrest, his legs swinging above his head. “I don’t really know. The name pops out. Maybe if I saw his face again?” 

“No, he’s grounded.” Bruce crossed his arms. 

“Why?” Jason asked. 

“That is None of your concern.” 

Jason rolled his eyes. “Fine. Any of our teammates called Demi?” 

“No, Keep thinking though. You’re close.” Bruce smiled as Jason began to think and mumble names.

“Demi? Emi? No… am? Dami? Damian!” Jason looked at Bruce, smiling as Bruce nodded. 

“Good deduction skills. Bruce complimented. “Do you know who Damian is?” Bruce asked. Jason frowned, looking up and biting his lip. 

“Ummmm… is he a dog?” Jason asked abruptly. Bruce snorted and quickly shook his head. 

“No! Why would you think that?” Bruce raised his brow, already listing a few reason’s Jason may think that. 

Jason shrugged. “I remember them being small. It was hard to befriend him, he was scared?” Jason frowned, rolling onto his back to stare at the ceiling. Bruce sat at the edge of his seat, listening closely to Jason. “He didn’t fit in or something. Was hostile.” 

“Damian is your youngest brother Jason,” Bruce said softly. 

“I’m an older brother?” Jason rolled his head to the side surprised. 

Bruce nodded. “To a few people, yes.” Bruce frowned as Jason held his head as his eyes squeezed shut. “Hey?” Bruce got up walking over to Jason. 

“I don’t remember.” Jason muffled as he tipped his head into the backrest of the seat. Trying to hide. Soft whimpers escaping him. 

“Shh, that’s ok. You don’t need to remember. I’m sorry I shouldn’t push you.” Bruce pulled Jason back so he could see his face. Jason rubbed his eyes and looked at Bruce, his face pained and skin paling. Bruce’s heart ached as he pulled Jason into a tight hug. Jason sniffed as he wrapped his arms around Bruce. 

“I feel sick,” Jason mumbled against Bruce’s shoulder. 

“Just rest.” Bruce rubbed circles on Jason’s back. 

Alfred softly cleared his throat. Making Bruce’s aware of his presence. “May I be of assistance, sir. I have prepared some food for Master Jason seeing is he did not eat much of his breakfast this morning. It may help him feel a little less faint.” Alfred informed. 

“If you don’t mind bringing some up to Jason’s room.” Bruce picked Jason up and headed towards the door. “I’m going to make him more comfortable.” 

“Very well sir.” Alfred smiled as Bruce walked past with Jason. Bruce smiled softly as Jason’s head rolled to the side. Taking in all the changes to the manor. Bruce slowed as he walked by Tim’s room. The door was slightly opened, enough for Bruce to see Dick lounging on the bed, Tim laying beside him. Bruce sighed as he walked into Jason’s room and sat him on the bed. 

“Do you feel hot?” Bruce pressed his hand to Jason’s forehead. Jason laughed pushing Bruce away. 

“I’m fine, just tired and hungry, you don’t need to be so worried.” Jason smiled as he flopped back on his bed. “Cool jacket,” Jason said as he looked over his shoulder at his jacket laying beside him. Bruce smiled picking up the jacket. He threw it over Jason like a blanket. Jason smiled hugging the jacket. “Is this older me’s?” 

“Yes.” Bruce smiled as he watched Jason slip his arms into the Jacket. “You grew a little.” 

“Seems so.” Jason yawned. Bruce smiled stroking Jason’s head. 

“Rest up. Alfred will be along soon. If you need me or Dick our rooms are still the same.” 

“Ok.” Jason nodded as he closed his eyes. Bruce sighed as he walked out of the room. Leaving the door slightly open. He made his way back towards Tim’s room.

Dick looked up at Bruce as the door swung open. He was stretched out on Tim’s bed, his back propped up against the headboard. Tim lay on his stomach, his head hidden as his forehead rested on his forearm. Only rolling to the side as Dick nudged him with his leg. 

“You’re not meant to be in here Dick.” Bruce frowned as he made his way over to the bed. Dick shrugged, making no effort to leave. Bruce frowned. “You’re not mad I take it?” 

“Why would I be?” Dick tilted his head. “I get to hang out with Littlewing and I have blackmail material on Tim.” Dick laughed as he looked at his phone.  

“Not even about Tim lying to you?” Bruce raised his brow. 

“It happens.” Dick shrugged. “But then again, lying about having Alfred’s permission is kinda new for Tim.” 

“I’m right here.” Tim glared at Dick before rolling onto his back. “It was easy enough to tell Alfred I would get the clothing for Jason. I just didn’t mention Jason was also coming along. Not like I needed permission to leave and Jason needed to get out.

 How could I know he’d lose his memory suddenly.” 

“You knew Damn well I didn’t want Jason to leave the manor for that exact reason,” Bruce growled lowly. Dick frowned, shifting a little. 

“Yeah, I knew. You were being overprotective and sheltering him because you only see the boy stuck under the rubble.” Tim huffed as his eyes rose to Bruce’s, challenging him. 

“O.k.” Dick slipped off the bed as Bruce’s hands curled into fists. “How about we all just calm down.”

“Timothy.” Bruce growled a warning. 

“Do you want me to raise my hand to speak now?” Tim asked. Dick bit his lip. Watching Bruce’s Patience drop to zero. 

“That’s it Tim. I am monitoring everything you do from now on! Till you understand the concept of permission.” Bruce finally snapped. “You think I shelter Jason? Are you jealous? Because I’ll gladly shelter you.” 

“Good luck sifting through all the Wayne Tech work then. Oh, wait you shouldn’t have to be mortaring them as it’s your work, to begin with.” Tim snarked. Dick grabbed Bruce’s arm, pulling him back towards the door.

“Tim shut up! You’re not helping yourself.” Dick grunted, unable to move Bruce. 

“Out.” Bruce pulled his arm out of Dick’s hold. “Nearest guest room now!” Bruce glared at Tim. “And give me your phone.” 

“Out? Fine.” Tim got up. Shoving his phone into Bruce’s chest as he stormed past. “You’re so overdramatic Bruce. Anyone ever tell you that?” Tim walked into the hallway and down towards the nearest guest room. Bruce followed at his heels. Dick also trailed to make sure no fists were thrown. 

Bruce grinded his teeth as he pushed Tim’s back, making him stumble into the room before he closed the door. Dick swallowed nervously as Bruce turned to him. “Stay here and make sure this door does not open till I’ve locked it,” Bruce instructed. 

“Bruce come on, just breath for a second. Tim meant no harm taking Jason out. Jason wasn’t hostile. Plus you know Tim doesn’t understand the need for permission. Not with his parents never around.” Dick stressed, trying to calm the storm. 

“He will after this.” Bruce glared back at Dick as he made his way to fetch the door locks. Dick sighed deeply as he looked at the door. 

“Can’t wait for Damian to join this party later.” 

Chapter Text

“Jason! No! Get your grubby hands away from me.” Dick shrieked as he ran around the kitchen counter to avoid getting covered in flour, courtesy of Jason Todd. Jason laughed planting his hands on Dick’s pants. Leaving two white handprints on his legs. Dick gasped dramatically. “You brat! Come here.” Dick turned on Jason. Jason screamed loudly as Dick grabbed him and lifted him over his shoulder. 

“No! Dickhead put me down!” Jason kicked his legs and wiped more flour on Dick’s back. 

“Hey, hey!” Dick spun on the spot. Trying to make Jason dizzy. “You need a bath.” Dick walked towards the sink. 

“This seems fun,” Bruce smirked as he lent against the door frame and watched as Dick put Jason in the sink. 

“Hm, I’d say otherwise Master Bruce.” Alfred frowned while watching the destruction unfold. Dick had Jason pretty well pinned down in the sink. “I was looking forward to a quiet evening, enjoying young Master Jason’s company, not an evening of cleaning. Master Richard! That is enough.” Alfred rubbed his brow watching Dick ignore him and douse Jason with the tap. 

Bruce laughed as he patted Alfred’s back. “I’ll help the boys clean up. For now, let them play.” 

Alfred raised his brow and hummed. “It would be nice if ALL the boys could enjoy Jason’s younger unbroken personality.” Alfred turned. Leaving before Bruce could make up an excuse he didn’t care for.  

 Bruce looked back frowning as Alfred walked away. “Tim is grounded and that’s that.” Bruce huffed before bouncing backwards as he was slapped in the face with a wet cloth. Bruce sighed raising his head to meet eyes with his two mortified sons. Jason’s finger-pointing the blame at Dick while Dick pointed the blame at Jason. Bruce pulled the cloth from his face and smiled. “I think that’s enough for now.” Bruce chuckled. “Dick, could you get Damian from school?” 

Dick relaxed seeing Bruce wasn’t ready to explode as he had with Tim. “Sure thing. Can Jason come?”

“Who’s Damian again?” Jason frowned as shook the water from his hair. “Oh yes can I go?!” Jason bounced on his toes and made puppy eyes at Bruce.

“No. You can stay here and help me clean up this mess.” Bruce said pushing Dick forward towards the door. His hand squeezed Dick’s shoulder a little too hard. A simple but known warning that Dick was getting on Bruce’s nerves. 

“Bullshit!” Jason shouted, quickly turning angry. “Dick started it! He should help!” 

“Jason! Language.” Bruce warned raising his voice and glaring down at Jason. Jason’s eyes widened a little frightened but he kept his composure. Showing he was not about to stand down. Bruce sighed deeply as he rubbed his brow. “Please. It won’t take long. I just want you to finish up what you are cooking while I clean around you.” 

“Oh. Well, you could have just said that.” Jason relaxed, Bouncing back to the counter he was working at. He stepped up onto the step stool Alfred had set up for him.  

“How about you go change first?” Bruce smiled as he stepped beside Jason. Dick smiled and slipped out of the kitchen. Satisfied he probably wouldn’t return to a fight. 

“I’m only going to get messier. Besides the dough needs to rise.” Jason said as he covered his dough with a wet cloth and walked over to the oven. “Can you get the door please?” Jason looked back at Bruce. 

Bruce chuckled as he walked over. He ruffled Jason’s hair before opening the oven. “Why are you putting it in here? That bowls not for baking?” 

Jason rolled his eyes and sighed. “It’s out of the way in here. No one is going to want the oven before this is ready.” Jason rose to his toes as he pushed the bowl into the oven. “Plus it’s safe from bugs.” 

“Right. I’m definitely no cook.” Bruce chuckled. “Ok well, I’ll clean up so Alfred doesn’t stay mad at me for not stopping you two.” Bruce smiled keeping his hand on Jason’s head. Reminiscing about the last time Jason wasn’t standing taller than him. “Go clean up now.” 

“Alfred won’t be mad.” Jason laughed as he started to slip out but quickly stopped and turned. “Bruce?” 

Bruce raised his brow, frowning. “What is it?” 

Jason fiddled with his fingers. “Why’s Dick here? Being nice.” Jason asked softly. “He hates me.” 

Bruce sighed softly. “You remember what I told you?” 

Jason raised his head. “That I’m not myself.” 

“Yes. Well, Dick changed. He regretted not trying to be a brother to you.” Bruce walked to Jason and knelt down. “You’re friends now. Have each other's backs.” 

“Really? I thought he would always hate me.” Jason rubbed his arm as he looked down at his toes. 

“I don’t think Dick ever hated you, Jason. He was scared I’d screw up…” Bruce swallowed his nerves. Blocking out the flashbacks. Jason lifted and tilted his head. Slowly stepping forward. He wrapped his arms around Bruce tightly. “What’s this for?” Bruce asked softly as he put his hands on Jason’s back. 

“I’m just sad.” Jason rested his head on Bruce’s shoulder. 

“Spend some time with Dick now. I promise he changed and he loves you. If you don’t want to then I’ll ask him to go home. Ok?” Bruce held Jason. Not bothered that he was now covered in flour. 

“No. I don’t want him to go. I just. I don’t feel like I know him.” Jason stepped back. 

Bruce let His hands slip down to grab hold of Jason’s hands. “That’s fine Jason. Don’t push yourself. How about you go read. The library has a lot more books I know you’ll like.” 

Jason’s frown quickly became a soft smile. “Can I sit in the big recliner?” 

Bruce smiled, straightening. “Yes but only if you clean up first and no slouching when Alfred is around.” Bruce chuckled as Jason very quickly ran off out of the kitchen. Bruce’s smile quickly faded as he stepped back and lent against the counter. 

“You’re going to get electrocuted.” Damian frowned as he walked down the hall. Startling Jason who quickly turned. His back pressing against the door. Hiding the lock he was trying to pick. Damian pushed Jason off the door and looked at the lock. “Drake did you not try to tell him? … Drake?”

“He’s not…” Jason stepped forward but quickly glanced down as Damian sharply turned his head towards him. “He’s not said anything. I wanted to open it and see if he is ok.” 

Damian glared at Jason, rolling his eyes as he looked back at the lock. “Grayson told me you lost all your memories. My guess is you aren’t considered for Drakes health, more curious about this technology you’ve not seen before. “Correct?”

Jason took a breath. His eyes widened amazed Damian figured him out. “Yeah ok.” Jason kicked the ground. “Who are you anyway?” Jason pushed passed Damian so he could continue fiddling with the lock. Damian sighed but stepped aside for Jason. 

“My name is Damian. I’m Bruce’s blood son.” Damian spoke proudly.

Jason glanced back with a snort. “You’re proud of that? Really Bruce? You’re actually related to him? Ew.” Jason snickered. 

Damian's eyes widened before turning to daggers. “I’m also the grandson to Ra’s Al Gul. The Demon’s head.” 

“That old dude right?” Jason didn’t look back as he worked on the lock, “Wait you mean Talia and Bruce?” Jason smiled wide. “I knew he was taking way too long negotiating with her that night!”

Damian scoffed and lent against the door. “And you call me a brat.” Damian sighed quietly as he watched Jason about to trigger the alarm. Damian quickly grabbed Jason’s wrist. He was taken off guard by Jason’s reflexes as he turned and kicked Damian hard to the shin. 

Damian however didn’t flinch at the pain. “You would have alerted Father if you were to press that.” 

“Well then show me how to break it.” Jason huffed as he tried to wiggle out of Damian’s hold. Damian pondered for a moment before he let Jason’s wrist go and began to hack the lock. 

Jason peeked over Damain’s shoulder. Watching him work closely. Fascinated by what was going on. “Does everyone have locks like this now?” Jason was practically laying over Damain’s back. 

“No. This is a Batman lock.” Damian smiled a little, making quick progress. “Why are you considered? Can’t go stealing to make a living.” 

Jason’s eyes widened. “I live here now. I don’t steal.” Jason growled defensively. “How old are you?” 

“That’s not your business,” Damian stated. 

“Yes, it is! You look like you’re younger than me but you act like a boring Adult.” Jason slipped off Damian’s back. “See I’m taller.” 

“You’re on your toes and I am crouching.” Damian smiled slightly as the lock popped and fell. Damian rose to his full height. Standing a little under a head taller than Jason.

Jason huffed and glared. “You’re still boring.” Jason stepped forward, grabbing the door handle. Jason shrieked loudly as he clenched the handle. 

“Jason!” Damian rushed forward. Pulling Jasin off the door and supporting him. Jason whimpered softly as he held his hand tightly. His chest rising and falling fast, in a mild panic. 

“Jason Shh.” Damian cooed as he grabbed for Jason’s hand. Feeling a light tingle on Jason’s skin. “You shocked the door! Drake are you mad!” Damian shouted at the closed door, glaring at it before he turned his attention back to Jason. “It’s ok. It wouldn’t have been bad. Just startled you didn’t it?” Damian looked at Jason as tears started to well in his eyes. Damian slowly started to open his arms. Trying to remember how Dick would start a hug only he dropped his arms as Bruce ran into the hallway. 

“What happened? Jason!” Bruce ran to Jason. Dropping to his knees he pulled Jason into a tight hug. “Damian what did you do?” Bruce growled as he glared at Damian. 

“What?” Damian’s eyes widened. “I didn’t do anything father.” He responded bitterly. “If you must know. Drake electrocuted the door handle.” Damian informed him before he stormed off down the hall. 

Bruce frowned as he glanced at the door then back to Damian. Watching him leave. His heart strangely aching as he knew he had driven another wedge between them. “Are you hurt?” Bruce cupped Jason’s cheek with his hand.

“No.” Jason sniffed, wiping the tears from his eyes. “It just startled me.” Jason sighed deeply. Stopping his body from trembling. “Why did you get mad at him?” Jason asked as he stepped back. “He didn’t hurt me.” 

“I just. I thought you were reading. What were you doing trying to get in there?” Bruce chanced topics but Jason glared pushing away from Bruce completely. 

“You’re still mean.” Jason glared before he ran in the direction Damian had gone. Catching him just before the door shut. Damian frowned fighting the urge to shut the door in Jason’s face. 

“Fine but if you annoy me I will kick you out,” Damian said as he let Jason slip into his room. Damian made sure to slam the door loud enough that Bruce knew he was mad. 

“Really?” 

“Leave me alone.” Bruce frowned as Dick appeared from nowhere. A smirk painted on his face. 

“You’ve not only managed to piss off one child but three in the span for 24 hours. Congratulations Bruce. Father of the year.” Dick praised with thick sarcasm. 

“Shut up,” Bruce said as he stood up and stared at the door Tim was meant to be behind. “He’s gone isn’t he?” 

“Got out the first 5 minutes you left him. I gave him a lift into town when I picked Dami up.” Dick spoke smugly as he walked down the hall. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure they can at least tolerate you in time for Dinner.” Dick waved back at Bruce before he ducked into Damian’s room. 

“Great.” Bruce sighed. “Alfred. I’m going to the cave. Please watch the boys.” 

“Hm? I watched Master Timothy jump from his window before sir. I must say he has improved his landings.” Alfred called out from the room he was in. Bruce groaned as he made his way down the hall. 

“So I’m cool right?” Jason sat on the bed. Damian and Dick laying ether side of him. “Like super cool?” 

“You’ve had some, questionable suits.” Damian sighed, monitoring what he was saying now Dick was with them. 

“You’re cool Jason.” Dick laughed as he watched Jason mess about. 

“Do I kick ass?” Jason punched the air. 

“No, you Shoo-Mh!” Damian glared at Dick who quickly covered his mouth. 

“Yes. Yes, you kick a lot of ass.” Dick glared back at Damian warningly. Jason frowned as he looked down at Dick and Damian. “You’re one of the best Jay. You even run a team.” Dick said before Jason could ask more about what Damian was going to say.

Jason’s face lit up as he started to bounce. “I do! The Titans?” 

Damian snorted. “Hardly. I run the teen Titans. Dick is still in charge of the Titans. You run the worst team I’ve ever met.” 

“Dami be nice.” Dick poked his cheek. 

“Wait? Did I make my own team? Who’s in it? Do I have cool people? Wonder Woman?!?” Jason hovered over Dick. Eagerly waiting. 

“No. Not that high class of a team.” Dick frowned a little. 

“You’re going to be disappointed” Damian smirked as he looked at Dick. Dick gave another glare to Damian before looking back at Jason. 

“Starfire,” Dick said sheepishly. 

Jason’s face screwed up. “Your girlfriend? She’s in my team?” 

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Dick blushed. “And before you ask she’s not yours. Well, I don’t think anyway.” 

“Pff She’s cool I guess. Who else?” Jason asked excitedly. 

Dick frowned not quiet sure how Jason would take the news. “You know what. I’m meant to go help Alfred with, Um. The garden.” Dick rolled off the bed and ran to the door. 

“What? Dick wait for who!?” Jason yelled frowning as Dick slipped out without another word. Jason quickly looked at Damian. Glaring down, demanding an answer. 

Damian sighed deeply. Rolling his eyes at Dick’s childish behaviour “Arsenal.” He answered. Jason frowned tilting his head, unsure if the name. “Roy Harper?” 

“Roy Harper?” Jason frowned still not quite sure who he was. 

“I don’t know what his old name was. All I know is he’s an idiot and was the sidekick to Green arrow.” Damian frowned as Jason’s face quickly went blank. “What’s wrong?” 

“Speedy.” Jason spoke softly “Speedy!” Jason shouted as he grabbed his hair in frustration. 

“Pretty sure he’s your best friend now. Maybe even a boyfriend.” Damian smirked as Jason face planted into the mattress 

“Speedy!” Jasin screamed into the mattress. Damian chuckled and patted Jason’s back. Jason lifted his face up. His cheeks were a little red. “Please tell me I have other cool people?” Jason whined as he flopped onto his back. 

Damian chuckled. “You have a Superman clone who is a little weird but serves you well. I believe you have mentioned his name to be Bizzaro.” Damian picked up his phone. “Oh and an Amazonian.” 

“I have an Amazonian? On my team?!” Jason trembled excitedly. Damian scoffed and looked at Jason. 

“Dick did mention your crush on Wonder Woman.” Damian held his phone in front of his face and began flicking through social media. 

“I don’t have a crush!” Jason huffed before his attention fell on to the phone. Damian raised his brow at the sudden silents. He glanced at Jason, picking up that his focus was on his phone. 

Damian relaxed and patted the spot beside him. “Come on. I’ll show you.”

Chapter Text

“Why not? It’s not like I have school.” Jason walked around the batmoblie amazed at all the new features.

“Damain is my Robin now and times have changed Jason.” Bruce said underneath the batmoblie fixing a few things. “The gadgets are new and you are inexperienced with how Gotham is today.” Bruce explained.

“So what? You taught me most of what I know in the middle of battle. Same goes for Dick.” Jason punched at the air. “And Damain told me you two patrol separately most of the time so come on!”

“No Jason.” Bruce pushed himself out and wiped his hands on a rag.

“Fine then I’ll go with Dick. Apparently he wants to make up for lost time or something.” Jason turned around.

“Who told you that?” Bruce asked. “Jason look I said no ok. We can go explore Gotham together as just Bruce and Jason. No Robin.”

“Why not?!” Jason huffed. “I’m tough! I grew up on the street. Nothing can take me down!” Jason pinched his chest and stood tall.

“Because.” Bruce looked at Jason. Part of him broken thinking about seeing Jason in his uniform again. The moment he lost him. The child he loved so dearly. “Because I’m Batman and I said so.”

Jason’s mouth formed a tight line. “That’s a stupid answer.”

“Maybe but it’s true and I have new security that will prevent you for leaving alone so don’t even try it.” Bruce stood up and threw the rag playfully at Jason who easily hit it away.

“Can’t be that good if Tim got out.” Jason smriked as an annoyed look hit Bruce’s face for a moment.

“He made the system.” Bruce grumbled under his breath.

“No wonder it didn’t stop him.” Jason laughed following behind Bruce. “But seriously let me patrol! I promise to follow your every order.”

“Ok Jason.” Bruce smiled and turned to face Jason. Bending his knees to be at Jason’s level. “I order you to stay home.” Bruce smirked at Jason groaned loudly,

“Bruce!!!”

Bruce chuckled turning back to the Batcomputer. “Not tonight. Tomorrow.” Bruce said looking at the screen.

“No tonight please! I’m bored.” Jason whined.

“How are you bored?” Bruce asked. “I showed you all the new book releases, you have hundreds of new tv shows and movies you can watch, new music.”

“Yeah yeah all good things but nothing is as good as being Robin. Robin gives me magic. Nothing is better that that feeling.” Jason smiled unable to see Bruce’s face with his back turned.

“Tomorrow.” Bruce’s tone turned darker. Jason knew that tone. That tone meant this decision was over. He felt himself straighten and stand still, his head dropping to look at his feet.

“Yes Sir.” Jason’s voice dropped, sadden.

“Go back upstairs.” Bruce ordered.

Jason groaned turning and walking away.

——

“Alfred!” Jason walked down the hall way. “Alfred?” Jason frowned as he stopped looking at the grand father clock. “Stupid. Bruce. Stupid Batman.” Jason poked his tongue at the clock before running off to his room.

The manor was empty. Damian, Dick and Bruce all patrolling while Alfred hid down in the cave helping an monatoring.

“Stup-“ Jason turned sharply and paused. His eyes searching the shadows. “Who’s there?” Jason asked the open room. “Bruce is this is a test I caught you.” Jason said jumping as Cass dropped in front of Jason.

“Hi.” Cass smiled. “Jason?”

Jason raised his fists looking at Cass confused for a moment. He slowly lower his fists realising he recognised her from photos in the hallway.

“Yeah. I’m Jason. I’ve seen your photos. Are you my sister?” Jason asked.

Cass smiled and nodded happily. “Why Stupid?”

“Why? Oh. Bruce just is Stupid. He won’t let me Patrol or anything!” Jason kicked his foot.

“Oh yes Stupid.” Cass chuckled. “home?”

“Hm no. Alfred’s in the cave. Everyone else is Patrolling.” Jason said getting more confused as Cass just nodded and pulled out her phone. Jason frowned feeling awkward as he just stood while Case texted. He jumped again as the main door was kicked opened.

“Fuck yes!” Steph cheered as her and Tim walked through the door. Steph’s arms in the air in celebration.

Jason knelt down behind the railing, peeking out unsure. He knew nothing about his so called siblings, feeling out numbered.

“Can you not be so loud? Duke will be sleeping.” Tim groaned as he followed Steph upstairs. “Oh hi Jay.” Tim frowned as he walked past. “Don’t mind us.”

“Aw! You’re so little!” Steph bounced excitedly looking at Jason, “what happened?”

“What happened?” Jason stood up and backed away as Steph tried to hug him.

“Steph, he lost his memory just leave him be and stay on task.” Tim groaned waiting for Steph to catch up to him and Cass.

“But this is the only time I’ll ever get this opportunity.” Steph knelt down and leaned her face close to Jason’s. “Say Cheese!” Steph smiled and took a selfie. “Oh this is so fun.” Steph laughed as she chased after Tim and Cass.

Jason paused for a moment. Confused by the sudden turn of everts, he quickly started running after the others. “Wait what are you doing? You are Tim right? You know you electrocuted me.”

“How? I assumed Bruce would be the next person to go through the door.” Tim said focused on moving.

“I thought he was mean to you.” Jason said innocently. “I wanted to talk to you so I tried to open the door.”

Tim glanced at Jason then turned his attention back to his phone. “I’m ok Jason. Sorry if I hurt you.”

“You didn’t.” Jason said quickly. “So are you like Robin now?” Jason asked softly,

Tim frowned. “Not now, sorry.” Tim shut down the conversation quickly.

“We are here for one thing, Jason. One thing only.” Steph smirked.

“Maybe two.” Cass smiled

“Two?” Steph looked at Tim and Cass confused.

“Cookies?” Tim reminded her.

“Ah yes. We are here for two things, Jason. And Two things only!” Steph smirked as Jason just rolled his eyes unsure if he liked Steph or not.

“What?” Jason asked, noticing they were heading to Bruce’s room.

“Revenge.” Cass smiled. They stood around the door to Bruce’s room. Jason’s eyes following Steph and Cass’s to Tim as he typed into his gauntlet .

“Ok camera’s are down, door opening in 3, 2.” Tim grinned as the door opened.

Jason’s eyes widened, fascinated by the gantlet.

“You two finish this. I'm getting my stuff from my room. ETA 5 minutes back in the main hall?” Tim spoke.

“Yeah catch ya in 5.” Steph laughed entering Bruce’s room.

Jason looked between Steph, Cass and Tim. Deciding he would get in less trouble if he followed Tim.

Tim looked over his shoulder and smiled at Jason, “Got left behind?”

“Yeah, Bruce was all weird about it. Promised me we’ll go out tomorrow.” Jason smiled.

“He doesn’t keep his promises.” Tim chuckled, his smile dropped when he noticed Jason didn’t seem to share the same opinion. “Well, Things do change.” Tim sighed going into his room.

Jason stopped in the doorway unsure if he should follow. Instead he rocked on his heels and looked around the room. “What are those girls doing?”

“Bruce pissed Steph off so she’s glitter bombing him.” Tim said, collecting his laptop and switch.

“Oh, he pissed you off too. Are you gonna take revenge too?” Jason asked curiously.

“Oh yeah I posted a vid of him arguing with the toaster to Twitter.” Tim chuckled then sighed as he looked at Jason who was obviously very confused. “I send a funny video to the internet of Bruce yelling at the toaster.” Tim explained.

“What? Isn’t that really bad?” Jason frowned. “Bruce hates the media. We always have to look proper. Like we’re just a normal family.”

Tim smiled as he put his things into his bag. “Like I said. Things have changed. We are more famous for our family antics then being posh idiots.” Tim said. “But we do need to avoid the media or they will think Bruce got another kid.”

“How many kids are there?” Jason asked thinking and looking at Tim closer. Trying to work out his age.

Tim closed his eyes thinking for a moment. “4 officially his via adoption. One blood and three kinda too old to be officially adopted but still honorary. Oh and Barbs so.”

“Barbara!” Jason’s eyes went wide. Like a light switch suddenly turned on in his mind. “Where is she!”

“Oh.” Tim frowned looking at Jason, remembering Dick used to tease Jason for having a crush on Barbara when she was younger. “She’s still around just not in the field as much.”

“Does she visit?” Jason asked.

“Yeah she’s here a lot but we’re working on fixing you so you probably won’t get to catch up with her.” Tim explained.

“Right, right.” Jason kicked the ground. His body swaying. “So you’re just going now?”

“Yeah.” Tim grabbing a few more things before studying Jason, “You know. If you are bored you could come with?” Tim said hesitantly knowing he would probably regret it.

“That would annoy Bruce.” Jason looked up at Tim.

“So far that’s what tonight is all about.” Tim pushed past and walked down the hall. Jason at his tail,

“And he did kinda annoy me.” Jason agreed following.

“And leaving would annoy Bruce back so it looks like we have all taken revenge tonight.” Tim smiled as they joined Steph and Cass in the main hall.

“Ah shit are we kidnapping Jay?” Steph asked excitedly.

“Of course we are kidnapping Jason.” Tim said, like it was just a normal day.

“Yay! We can show you the future!” Steph bounced.

“Technically not future but present,” Cass smiled standing between Jason and Steph knowing she could come off as too much.

“How about we just show him Mario cart?” Tim asked.

“Cookies and Mario cart it is!” Steph declared holding the cookie jar high above her head as the four of them marched out of the manor.

———

“Escaping too?” Tim smirked as Jason opened the door to the balcony and joined Tim.

“Steph is so loud.” Jason whined leaning on the railing and signing deeply.

“You should see her and Dick together.” Tim laughed.

“Like Dick would tolerate that, he's so serious and grumpy all the time.” Jason said.

“Hm we have very different ideas of our family I guess.” Tim said, focused on his phone. Jason’s eyes looked over the city Admiring the lights and trying to spot what hadn’t changed.

“9 years.” Jason spoke softly.

“Yeah 9 years. A lot changed really fast.” Tim put his phone in his pocket to watch Jason. “How are you coping?”

Jason shrugged and frowned.

“You know it’s weird.” Tim smiled softly enjoying the cool breeze in his face. “I don’t think you’ve ever called me by my name this much.”

Jason turned his attention to Tim quickly. A confused look over his face.

Tim snorted. “You just… I guess you have nicknames for me.”

“Oh? Are they good ones? What are they?” Jason asked excitedly, not noticing Tim’s discomfort for a brief moment before Tim covered it with a chuckle. .

“Mostly just plays on my name. Like Timbo or Timmy.” Tim shrugged.

“Aw I thought you meant cool names.” Jason’s excitement died down. “Well they are better than LittleWing.”

“I always thought that was cute.” Tim laughed. “You know even when you are grown, a lot bigger and more muscular then Dick he still calls you that.”

“Not really surprised.” Jason shrugged, going back to balancing on the railing. “Does he have a nickname for you?”

“Hm Baby Bird mostly.” Tim said softly,

“Pff they are so dumb. You’re not a baby. Unless you act like one. Bruce thinks you're acting like one at the moment.” Jason said looking over the city.

“I don’t know where dick got the name from.” Tim lied. “Screw Bruce right now.” Tim sulked, tucking his head into his hands and sighing. “We get on well most of the time. He’s just worn me out.”

“Hm, that's a fair call I guess. Bruce is a lot and I imagine being in a big family like this would push your buttons.” Jason frowned.

Tim noticed Jason’s change and sighed softly. “Want me to explain how the family became this way?”

“Bruce said I don’t need to know everything? That I will be back to normal soon. You’ll just be wasting your time.” Jason jumped off the railing and landed on the ground. “Can you. Take me home?”

Tim shifted and nodded. “Sure are you tired?” Tim asked worriedly.

“Hm yeah. And I really don’t want you getting in more trouble.” Jason admitted.

“Jason. Bruce will already know you are with me.” Tim said a smiling appreciative Jason cared about him.

“How do you know that?” Jason asked.

“He has his ways.” Tim shrugged as he walked back inside. “Look on the bright side. You will get to go out as Robin tonight after all.”

“What?! Can I?’” Jason eyes went wide with excitement.

“Well I mean a pissed off Batman isn’t far off from here and about ten minutes ago I jammed his his signal to the Batmobile so unless he wants to leave you here he’ll have no other choice but to take you home as Robin.”

“Wouldn’t he just make you take me home?” Jason asked.

“Unless he supports underage drinking and driving.” Steph laughed from the couch twirling a energy drink in her hand while Cass held up a bottle
Of vodka.

Tim rolled his eyes at Steph. “Look, we make the most of the only time off we ever get.” Tim chuckled. “Come on. I’m pretty sure one of my Robin suits will fit you.” Tim lead Jason down the hall.

“You really think I’ll be allowed to go out as Robin?” Jason followed egerly.

“Worst case it will just be from here to the manor.” Tim opened the door to his secret room housing his Robin uniform and gadgets.

“I don’t mind that!” Jason rushed past and grabbed Tim’s red Robin suit.

“Not that one.” Tim laughed digging through a draw and throwing a suit at Jason. “Try this one. Sorry about the smell. I didn’t think it would ever leave that draw.” Tim walked to his desk as Jason rushed off to change. Tim grabbed his old utility belt. Stuffing it with basic gadgets for Jason to use.

He didn’t turn when Batman stepped into the room nor bothered to greet him. “You disobeyed-“

“God don’t even start.” Tim groaned before Bruce could talk. He shoved the utility belt into Bruce’s chest and left the room. “He’s just getting dressed.”

“Timothy we are having a conversation.” Bruce followed only to be stopped when Jason ran directly into Bruce. His eyes covered by a red Dominio and a large smile on his face.

“Bruce look! How good is this suit. I love how it doesn’t have any green and yellow. Well it has yellow on the underside of the cape but It’s so cool.” Jason bounced excitedly. Bruce frowned. Looking down at the excited Jason.

“I know it was yours.” Bruce groaned annoyed at Tim. Bruce bent down wrapping the utility belt around Jason. “You follow and listen to everything I say. Do you understand?”

Jason nodded with a large smile. “Good. No go wait on the balcony.” Bruce pointed to the door. Jason happily bounced away while Bruce went into the living room that was now empty.

“Don’t think you three are free from punishment.” Bruce glared trying to spot one of his children to no avail. “No cape duty for a month.”

“What!” Steph voice whined from whatever void she was hiding in.

“He can go without us for that long. Blackmask has already started to mobilise now Redhood is gone.” Tim’s voice echoed across the room. Bruce just groaned and walked out to join Jason who was trying to work out the grapple.

Bruce took it from him, ignoring Jason’s look of confusion then pout. Bruce put the grapple back on his utility belt before he picked Jason up. Holding him easily against his side with one hand. Jason instinctively wrapped his arms around Bruce’s neck. Holding tightly as Bruce shot his own grapple and jumped from the balcony.

Jason’s eyes looked around. His head turning like an owl. Fascinated by everything that had changed. Sure to most Gotham was dark, Dreary. Covered with a cloud of smog. But Jason could see past that. He could see the impact 9 years had made.

“Did you do all this?” Jason asked noticing the billboard with Bruce’s face on them. The white knight of Gothem. The glow from the Wayne enterprises building.

“Hm. Bits.” Bruce said focused on getting them home. “The Wayne tower had to be rebuilt thanks to a mishap with two face.” Bruce explained. Not adding that most of the rebuilding and upgrading was caused by destruction and that Gotham was worse than Jason knew it to be.

“I like the clock tower now. It doesn’t look so old.” Jason said.

“That’s one of our bases now.” Bruce explained. “Now that we've expanded we needed more reach and safe houses.” Bruce started talking, his hand shifted to lower Jason. Hoping to block his view as the Bat signal lit up in the clouds.

“Batman look!” Jason pulled himself up and pointed to the sky. Bruce groaned turning the line and pulling them towards the Police tower.

“Stay in the cape. Not a word from you understand?” Bruce asked.

“You’re so boring.” Jason frowned holding on as Bruce moved faster.

“Whatever this is you are not coming. Once the Batmobile is operating you’ll be going home.” Bruce explained.

“You know I could get home alone.” Jason laughed as Bruce grinned slightly,

“I know you very well wouldn’t go home.” Bruce rolled his eyes as Jason laughed more. Knowing Bruce was absolutely right about that.

“Be quiet.” Bruce ushered Jason under his cape before they landed on the Police station roof. “Comishomer?”

Jason held onto Bruce’s leg. Trying to peek out of the cape to see Jim Gordon.

“Batman. As much as I don’t like him I need to know where Redhood is.” Jim asked. “There is a turf war about to break out between Blackmask and Penguin. You know we can’t send our man in between them and we’ve had a mutual agreement with Redhood to keep these rings under control.”

Jason stepped forward. Curious about who this Redhood was. Bruce’s hand moved blocking Jason from stepping out but Making Jim aware Batman was hiding a Robin.

“He’s out with an injury. We’ve been in contact with some of his men. This won’t get big. I won’t allow that.” Batman explained.

“Won’t get big? Three street girls have already been killed tonight over this. Blackmask will know Redhood is out if he doesn’t retaliate. I don’t like the killing but Redhood sure as hell killed less people then Roman will.”

Batman lifted his hand with the grapple. “I will have it sorted Jim.” Batman said before leaving without another word. Jason managed to hold onto Bruce for a bit before Bruce pulled him forward now they were out of eye sight of Jim.

“Who is Redhood?” Jason asked curiously.

“No one you need to concern yourself with.” Bruce said as he pressed his com. “Nightwing. Report into the cave.”

Jason sighed deeply. “I get I’m different now and this is temporary but can’t you just let me have some fun.” Jason asked.

“I’m an hour out from the cave? Reconven at the watch tower?” Nightwing requested through the com.

“Negative. I have Robin with me.” Batman answered ignoring Jason.

“So?” Nightwing pinged.

“The 2nd Robin.” Bruce frowned noticing Jason had began to dig through his own utility belt and slipped something into his hand before darting under Bruce’s cape.

“Aw you have LittleWing with you? Good I’m glad you didn’t just lock him inside.” Nightwing said happily, “but seriously the cave is too far. What do you need-

“No B totally wants to lock me back up.” Jason’s voice entered the com line.

“Jason you took my spare comm?” Bruce frowned realising, “this is a private matter.”

“It’s not private I just couldn’t hear the other half of the conversation.” Jason suddenly let go of Bruce. Letting himself fall so far before shooting his own grapple.

“Robin get back here!” Bruce frowned trying to change his swing before Jason could get to far away.

“Race you too the clock tower!” Jason smiled feeling the cool air on his face as he swung through the sky.

Bruce growled trying to make ground on Jason. He opened a private comm line but was interrupted before he could speak.

“I understand Batman.” Orical answered once the line was opened. “Orical signing off. Have a good night Bruce.”

“Thank you Barbara.” Bruce sighed following Jason to the clock tower. He landed beside him and pinched Jason’s ear.

“Ow ow!” Jason hissed and hit at Bruce. “Stop.”

“Well things never do change.” Nightwing laughed landing beside them. His face twisted uncomfortably when he noticed Jason in the Robin suit but he quickly put on a warm smile and hugged him, “hey. Enjoying yourself?”

Jason frowned trying to escape the hug. “Who are you?” Jason pushed away.

Dick looked confused. “It’s Dick. Nightwing.”

“What?” Jason squinted looking at Dick closely, “Ha! Did someone finally burn your stupid Disco suit!” Jason laughed loudly as Dick’s face changed to horror.

“You brat.” Dick laughed pulled Jason’s cape over his head.

“That suits so far up your ass.” Jason laughed.

“Enough.” Bruce walked forward into the clock tower. “Dick I have a job for you. Dick!” Bruce turned as Dick had Jason in a head lock, giving him a nooggie,

“What? Oh right.” Dick let go of Jason and walked in. “What is it?” Dick asked before jumping as Jason kicked his shin.

“Enough!” Bruce yelled bring both of them to attention, “Jason go wait outside.”

“What?” Jason frowned.

“Go!”

Jason frowned turning and walking back out.

Dick frowned and lent against the door frame. “You will never fix your relationship with older Jay if this is how you treat young Jay.” Dick smirked crossing his arms.

“Don’t think I didn’t see your reaction to him being in that suit.” Bruce sat at the computer. “We need to keep focused. This is temporary and we can’t let it weaken us.”

“I’m not weakened.” Dick frowned. “So what do you need me for?”

“Blackmask is making moves. Seems he’s aware Redhood isn’t in the field and is killing.” Bruce said. “I’m sending you undercover.”

“As Redhood?” Dick asked. Frowning as Bruce only nodded. “Bruce. Sure I can wear the suit but I can’t kill. I move nothing like Jason.”

“Redhood.” Bruce said quickly,

“Redhood.” Dick rolled his eyes. “He’d see through it and only go harder.”

“He killed three prostitutes under Redhood’s protection.” Bruce brought up the files.

“Redhood would retaliate with Blood. I can’t do that. So unless you have a better plan?” Dick asked.

“Yes. Go after these three men. They were the ones responsible. They have a hideout here, go in, take them down and bring them to this safe house here. I’ll provide you with some blood bags. Make it look like blood was shed. Smash things and take a gun. Put bullet holes in things. We’ll keep the men locked up until Redhood is back.” Bruce laid out the plan.

“Ok I can do that.” Dick said. “But I would like back up. Someone to make sure all camera are off. This won’t work if I’m spotted faking it.” Dick said.

“Orical can-

“I want Red Robin.” Dick said making Bruce frown.
“RedHood uses Red Robin more then Orical. And Tim knows his patterns better then any of us. We need Blackmask back in his place. If we fuck this up he’s just going to go harder.”

Bruce rubbed his chin and groaned.

“I’ll take that as a yes then.” Dick smirked twisting his stick. “So if that is all I’ll be going.” Dick turned. “Oh and Bruce.”

Bruce raised his head to look at Dick.

“Jason left.”

Bruce sighed deeply.

Chapter Text

“Ah!” Jason kicked and failed around. Unable to touch the ground or land a hit on Batman as he held Jason up by his cape.

“Robin enough!” Batman shouted as Jason continued. Batman was just in time to pull Jason off the man he was beating.

“He deserved it!” Jason argued kicking out again.

“You kicked his teeth in!” Batman snapped shooting his grapple to get them out of the ally way as the police sirens sung out.

“He was trying to rape that lady!” Jason tensed his body waiting for Bruce to throw him onto the roof top only to land gently on his feet.

“That doesn’t mean he deserved to be beat to a bloody pulp. You had him down you should have just cuffed him and left him to the police.” Bruce grabbed Jason’s shoulders and made him look at him.

Jason looked at his feet. His nose scrunched up. Bruce lowered himself and ducked his head down catching Jason’s eyes. A hint of green glowing from behind the domino. Bruce quickly grabbed the domino. Pulling it away and grabbing Jason’s chin to make him raise his head. Showing his eyes growing a bright green.

Bruce cursed to himself as he put the domino back on. “You do not leave my side for the rest of the night do you understand.”

“No! That’s the third time you’ve said that to me tonight! I just want to do the job you taught me!” Jason pushed Bruce off.

“I didn’t teach you to beat someone to the point they will be in the hospital for weeks.” Bruce yelled standing tall once again. “You’re dad was the one that taught you that!”

Jason froze up at Bruce’s words.

Bruce stopped as Jason sudden began to shrink. “Jason. I’m sorry I crossed the line.” Bruce stepped forward only to feel his body rock as Jason took the moment of weekness to attack. Jason’s fist met Bruce’s chin. Sending a shockwave through Bruce’s jaw.

Jason moved fast, knowing that little knock wouldn’t keep Bruce down but would give him enough to to slip away.

Bruce grabbed his chin. His head instantly throbbing from the inpact. “Penny one” Bruce knelt down focusing on his breathing. “Home in on my location and follow Jason on any available savalince camera in the area.”

“Roger that Batman. Should I attempt to see if the suits in built trackers will register?” Alfred asked.

“Negative I already attempted to access. Old system and I have a suspicious Red Robin took the tracker out when he was Robin.” Bruce groaned getting up and looking for signs in the direction Jason headed.

“Do you require assistance?” Robin tuned into the comms.

“No. Continue the patrol route you were given.” Bruce instructed.

“You forgot he was like that didn’t you?” Nightwing also pitched in.

“It’s different.” Bruce frowned walking across the roof top. “The pit.”

“Well him aging down wouldn’t exactly take away the part of him dying and all the pit madness.” Nightwing said.

“I must insist father. I am more then capable of helping Jason.” Damian added.

“No. Both of you go back to your assigned positions.” Bruce ordered.

“It’s ok guys. I can handle this.” Barbara’s voice entered the conversation. “He’s already here anyway.” Barbara muted her comm as she rolled her wheelchair out to her balcony. Her smile warm as she looked to Jason. His mouth formed a large frown as tears escaped the seal of his Domino.

“Oh Jason. Come here.” Barbara opened her arms welcoming Jason into a comforting embrace. She pulled him up onto her lap and rolled them back inside.

“What happened to you?” Jason cried softly, peeling his mask away and wiping his eyes with his hands.

Barbara sighed as he ushered Jason to the couch and rolled into the kitchen. Putting the kettle on and grabbing two mugs. “Time unfortunately. Hot chocolate or tea?” Barbara asked as she moved around the kitchen grabbing her cookie jar and placing it on the coffee table.

“Chocolate please.” Jason watched Barbara closely. How easily she moved around. How worn the little ramps on the stairs were. Paths left in the wooden floor and carpet from time. “Time is strange.” Jason frowned.

“Hm it is.” Barbara agreed. “Don’t hurnt yourself over me Jason.” Barbara clinked the spoon in the mug as she made Jason a hot chocolate. “Your older self and I have talked for many years about this. He accepted what happened and he knows I am just as strong with this disability.” Barbara smiled, handing Jason a mug. “I’ve adapted and overcome the trauma. Please don’t be upset for me.”

“It’s hard not to.” Jason sniffed looking at the brown liquid, cupping the mug enjoying the warmth on his hands.

“I understand. I bet this whole thing is very confusing.” Barbara sipped her tea.

“It’s a headache. Bruce is no help. He thinks hiding me away and just waiting for me to become older again will just fix it.” Jason sighed. “Maybe he was right, I should just hide till I’m fixed.”

“You’re not broken though.” Barbara smiled kindly. “Look. Before all this. You aging down into your cuteness, things weren’t great so this isn’t all your fault. It’s just another stress Bruce is dealing with.”

“Things aren’t better?” Jason asked blushing a bit that Barbara thought he was cute.

“No they are not. They aren’t too bad but unfortunately I do think as fun as Robin is. You may just have to sit this out.” Barbara offered Jason a cookie that he happily took while nodding.

“I guess I understand. I just like to help. Robin makes me feel happy.” Jason said biting into his cookie.

“I know and understand. Batgirl made me happy but I’ve found another way to help. I’m Orical now. I monitor the Comms. Organise the team and plenty of different things. We can find something for you temporarily. Even if I do send you on small missions. Robberies and things still need someone.” Barbara sipped her tea.

“Yes. I would like that. But nothing with someone else getting hurt. I got angry. But it felt different.” Jason looked at his bruised fists.

“Ok, I can do that.” Barbara nodded smiling and studying Jason. “What’s on your mind?”

Jason frowned looking towards a photo Barbara had of her with the family. “Dick quit Robin and I took over. When did I quit?” Jason asked.

Barbara sighed deeply. “It was forced on you. You had a break for a while. Things weren’t good.”

“I hurt Bruce?” Jason asked.

“You didn’t do it on purpose. But yes. It impacted Bruce a lot. All of us.” Barbara explained.

“Thank you.” Jason kicked his legs. “Honestly, it explains a lot. Dick’s been so nice and said he wanted to make up for lost time. And Bruce is so protective.” Jason looked at Barbara.

“Yes I can understand that would have been really confusing with all the changes. Someone new as Robin.” Barbara said.

“I didn’t like that.” Jason huffed. “I thought I would be Robin forever.”

“If it makes you feel better. Tim who was the Robin directly after you thinks you are the most amazing person alive.” Barbara giggled.

“Really?” Jason blushed more. “From how long I’ve talked to him he seems cool.” Jason smiled visibly beginning to relax and yawned.

“He’s pretty cool.” Barbara smiled, taking Jason’s mug. “I think it’s time you go home.”

“Bruce is mad at me.” Jason frowned.

“Do you want to crash here?” Barbara offered. “But I can only offer the couch.”

“Couch is better then Bruce.” Jason smiled. “Is it a problem?”

“You are never a problem Jason.” Barbara smiled. “I’ll grab you a towel and some clothing.”

“You have clothes I will fit into?” Jason asked getting up.

“You are not the only Robin or bat who has crashed on my couch. I have learnt to keep clothing for you lot.” Barbara smiled going through her cupboard.

“Guess we Robins are all the same.” Jason thanked her as Barbara handed him a towel and some clothing.

“In someways. Mostly you all share getting pissed off at Bruce.” Barbara laughed. “Shower is down the hall to the right. I’ll have your humble bed ready for you and I’ll call big bad Bruce for you.”

Jason smiled hugging Barbara tightly. “Thank you.”

Barbara smiled hugging him and patting his back. “Anything for you Jason.” Barbara smiled pushing him forward and gathering a pillow and blanket for Jason before she went out to the Balcony to call Bruce.

“He’s not staying, I will come get him.” Bruce said.

“Bruce I called to tell you he was safe and staying the night. You can come but I won’t open the door so just bring us breakfast and think of how to fix this.” Barbara said hanging up before Bruce could say more.

Jason yawned as he walked back into the living room. “Is he mad?”

“I wouldn’t know I didn’t give him a change to talk.” Barbara smirked, pushing Jason towards the couch.

Jason chuckled. “You were always the best.” Jason laid down, letting Barbara throw the blanket over him.

“Aren’t I?” Barbara smirked making sure Jason was tucked in and comfortable. “I’m in the room at the end of the hall. Come wake me for anything ok?”
Jason smiled and nodded. “Good night Jason.” Barbara rolled away and flicked the light off.

“Good night,” Jason snuggled up and closed his eyes.

——-

Jason groaned as he stretched out. His body aching slightly. He squinted his eyes starting to wake. He listened as muffles started to from words. Jason quickly sat up finally registering one of the voices belonged to Bruce. Jason peeked over the couch. His eyes meeting Bruce’s

Bruce quickly raised his hands in defence. “Jason. I’m not mad at you and I think it would be best if we leave yesterday behind.” Bruce said gesturing to a open seat at the small dinning table.

Jason hesitantly got off the couch and walked over. Taking a seat and thanking Barbara as she set a mug of tea down for Jason. “Babs and I spoke. I think I understand why you want me to stay home and… I accept that now.”

Bruce patted Jason’s back. “I still want to make time for you Jason. I would love for us to be back. Batman and Robin but I need to be realistic. Things have changed since you were Robin, it’s unsafe.” Bruce explained.

“I know I just hated that you wanted to keep me locked up. Like you can’t trust me.” Jason grabbed a pastry from the plate of things Bruce had brought.

“You ran off yesterday more then once.” Bruce said softly, making sure Jason knew he wasn’t mad.

“Technically.” Jason pointed a croissant at Bruce. “I ran off once. The first time I was kidnapped.”

“Wow Bruce. After so many kids you still can’t get control.” Barbara smiled.

“You know damn well the more kids I gained the less control I have.” Bruce sighed and Jason and Barbara laughed at him.

“Why do you have so many kids?” Jason asked. “Only Damian has stated he’s your actual son. Sucks for him.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bruce smirked and brushed his hand through Jason’s hair. Jason chucked and smiled while eating. “Well they all have complicated lives. Needing outlets, shelter and love.” Bruce smiled.

“So you provide shelter?” Jason smirked and gasped as Bruce pinched him playfully.

“He provides a bank account.” Barbara smirked as Bruce glared at her and sighed.

“You know I don’t like how all my kids enjoy tormenting me.” Bruce said. “Come on eat up. We don’t want to hold Barbara up.” Bruce said.

“It’s no issue. If I have to go I can trust you to lock up.” Barbara smiled.

“Go where?” Jason asked.

“I do physiotherapy every second day and then go to work. I’m a Librarian.” Barbara laughed as Jason eyes grew wide.

“At the Gotham Library?” Jason asked.

“No, a smaller library. But we still have the classics.” Barbara smiled.

“Cool! I bet I hang out at libraries all the time.” Jason said.

“Why do you think that?” Bruce asked helping Barbara clear up.

“Because I was going to be a writer. Am I a writer?” Jason asked.

Bruce walked to the sink. keeping his back turned. “You… yes you are still at school. Studying writing and you dabble in therater.” Bruce said washing the mugs. He could feel Barbara glaring at him,

“Really? Collage?” Jason asked.

“Yes.” Bruce turned facing Barbara’s glare. “Come on now go get your things.” Bruce said.

Jason jumped up happily. “Im the first Todd to go to college!" Jason declared and ran off to the living room to gather his suit.

“You’ll hurt him if he finds out the truth.” Barbara warned Bruce.

“I’m well aware. But he’s not going to learn the truth.” Bruce said.

——

“You are still technically grounded.” Bruce put his hands on his hips as he watched Tim plug many cords into a Redhood helmet.

“I’m technically in the house.” Tim said.

“The cave is not apart of the house.” Bruce said intrupted as Dick lifted his finger.

“So all those times you’ve told Alfred your resting at home while being at the batcomputer?” Dick smirked.

“I’m the parent in the situation.” Bruce reminded.

“And the child known for sneaking out since he was 6 is really going to listen to you?” Dick smirked as Tim snickered.

Bruce rubbed his brow. “Why are you all rebelling against me?” Bruce asked.

“Because it’s fun.” Tim said typing on the computer.
“And you can’t do anything about it because we are about to go to war as Blackmask and Penguin mobilize.”

“I’m well aware.” Bruce signed.

“Yeah and while we are busy updating Jason’s helmet care to tell us why you haven’t made contact with anyone to fix Jason’s condition?” Dick asked.

“I’m still running tests.” Bruce said. “We need to know everything we can and find who did this before they attack anyone else.”

“Tests? Like playing games, cooking and reading with Jason? No, you must admit father, you just enjoy having Todd around.” Damian said from the training mat as he kicked a dummy,

“Agree.” Tim and Dick said.

“Maybe I do but I am still working on fixing things.” Bruce said.

“Like your relationship with Todd?” Damian asked.

“I’m going to contact Raven.” Dick said.

“That’s not nessassary . I have made Zatana aware but she is giving me time to find out as much as I can.” Bruce said before storming out of the cave.

“Do you think it’s possible to be unadopted?” Tim asked.

“One can only hope.” Damian said and dodged a batarang Tim threw at him.

Bruce grabbed the hood on Jason’s hoodie as he attempted to slip past into the elevator. “Aw! Come on!” Jason crossed his arms as Bruce held him up in front of him.

“Aside from going down to the cave what would you like to do?” Bruce asked.

“Like anything?” Jason asked.

“Limitations but let’s see if we can agree on something fun.” Bruce smiled.

“But I can’t be seen.” Jason said as Bruce put him down when the Clock locked behind him.

“No it’s not ideal but we can get around it.” Bruce smiled. “I do have an idea if you would like to listen.”

“Hm is it actually fun?” Jason asked.

“We go to the arcade before going to watch the Gotham Knights.” Bruce smiled as Jason quickly started to bounce on his toes. “I take that as a yes.”

“Yes! Awesome!” Jason smiled.

“Just be aware. Alot of the team has changed in 9 years.” Bruce laughed and smiled at Jason’s excitement.

“I don’t care, so long as they can still hit a good ball.” Jason said.

“Ok. Well we can leave at 4 go to the arcade for an hour before heading to the stadium.” Bruce said. “Met at the stairs?”

“Deal! Thank you Bruce.” Jason jumped, hugging Bruce tightly. Bruce’s eyes widened. He smiled and wrapped his arms around Jason.

“Your welcome chum. I’ll go see if Alfred can make us a snack before we leave.”

Jason let go of Bruce. “Ok I’ll get ready!” Jason smiled and ran off. Bruce fixed his shirt and walked into the kitchen. Frowning as he was confronted with Alfred’s glare.

“I’ve been tormatemed enough today, spit it out Alfred.” Bruce sighed.

“I don’t blame your other children for rebelling. Since Jason became a child you have thrown them all to the side.” Alfred said.

“That is very much not true.” Bruce huffed. “Tim had been acting up before any of this. Dick was in Bludhaven, Duke and I have very different sleeping patterns and Damian has been asking for more independence.” Bruce explained.

“Perhaps but taking Jason to a ball game? You have your own box seats with no need to book in. Maybe you should extend the invitation to your other children.” Alfred said.

“Dick has to go out as Redhood. He and Tim are preparing.” Bruce said.

“The game will finish well before they have to patrol. Why are you making excuses not to be with your children?” Alfred set a cup of tea down for Bruce and sat beside him. “You cannot fix the past by forcing Jason to stay in this form.”

“I’m not.” Bruce looked at the tea. “I’m just enjoying having my son back.”

“You never lost him.” Alfred said softly.

“I am still running tests also. And there is the whole matter of who did this to him in the first place.” Bruce said.

“Yes and we all can see you are working quite hard to fix it master Bruce.” Alfred said with heavy sarcasm.

“I will invite the others.” Bruce grumbled. “But after Dick goes on patrol so we can gain control back and then Tim is grounded.” Bruce said, getting up.

“As you say Master Bruce. I will call ahead and let the park managers know of your attendance.” Alfred chuckled as Bruce walked out.

Chapter Text

“So I’m back to being a charity case.” Jason said as he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it down so he could read the upside down text.

“Don’t feel too bad. We’ve all been charity cases before. Think of it this way. Now you get to be a walking advertisement like the younger Robins that came after you.” Duke smirked as he put a Gotham Knights cap on Jason’s head.

“Wayne foundation starlight kid.” Jason read. “Who would want to hang out with you guys as their dying wish?” Jason asked.

“For this current situation. You.” Duke laughed as he handed Jason a Gotham knights scarf. “Don’t think of it too much. We just can’t have the media assuming Bruce has adopted another kid only for you to leave once your back to yourself, you get me?”

“Yeah I get you.” Jason groaned as he put on his shoes. “I’m glad you guys are coming. I know I know you all as older me but I don’t know you now.”

“Hey I think it’s great too. You’re so quiet, I would like to know a bit more about you too.” Duke flashed a smile.

“I figured after settleing into my room I don’t stay here much. Nothing had really changed at all.” Jason said.

“Nah your a busy man Jason.” Duke smiled as Alfred knocked on the door. “We’re all set Alfred.”

“Good good, you look the part Master Jason.” Alfred smiled. Escorting them down stairs.

“Does this mean everyone has to be nice to me?” Jason chuckled.

“I believe so.” Alfred smiled.

“Ok good everyone is here.” Bruce said as he did a quick head count. “Everyone is here right?”

“Want us to sound off.” Dick teased Bruce doing his own quick count. “Yep all here.”

“Good good. So limo or-

“We’ll see you there!” Tim, Dick and Steph waved their hands walking away. Cassandra quickly following.

“Richard where was my invitation?” Damian demanded.

“Tim’s driving you know you are banned from coming in any car when Tim is Driving.” Dick said.

“Plus I’m the dj!” Steph declared.

Damian’s face remained flat. “Wise. I can’t say I enjoy Browns music taste.”

“Like that’s the reason your not coming.” Tim rolled his eyes walking away.

“Jay you can come.” Dick invited.

“No he’ll remain with me. We will meet you at the arcade.” Bruce said putting his arm around Jason and pulling him along to the car.

“Eh ok, Duke?” Dick asked.

“No I’m good. Want to get some blackmail on Jason before he changes back.” Duke whispered before following Bruce, Jason and Damian.

“So Jason.” Duke walked beside Jason. “I want to know. We have a tradition and none of us know how it started because Bruce refuses to tell us. We know it had to have started with you because Dick said he learnt it from you but doesn’t know why you started it.” Duke said. “The head, shoulder, knees and toes gear check?”

“That! That was because Bruce screwed up a mission once. We barely got out thanks to Bruce not having any gagets packed in his suit.” Jason smiled and laughed.

“Duke.” Bruce frowned, ushering them into the car.

“Come on Bruce you’ve taught us to take every opportunity. This is the perfect time.” Duke smiled sitting down. “But really you made that big of an error?”

“Very disappointing to hear father. But it only highlights your skills in adapting.” Damian said taking the front seat knowing Duke wouldn’t bother to fight him for it.

“Thank you Damian.” Bruce sighed taking the drivers seat and starting the car.

“So why the heads and shoulder thing?” Duke asked.

“Alfred was helping me try to lose my narrows accent. He had me sing nursery rhymes. So when Bruce and I were getting ready and he started running over the gear check. I just thought it was fun to sing as he did it because that’s basically the movement.” Jason explained. “Is it actually a tradition now?” Jason smiled.

“Yes.” Damian nodded. “It is stupid but I must admit it is effective. While I understand the need for regular gear maintenance I did not consider needing to check my knee padding until I leant the song. Grayson taught it to me.”

“Yeah we all do it.” Duke smiled. “Makes me remember to do up my boots properly.”

“Head!” Jason sung and smiled as Duke and Damian joined in singing and acting like they were checking their gear.

Bruce smiled as he drove. Watching them in the rear view mirror. Eventually getting sick of them he flicked on the radio starting a fight regarding what was classed as good music.

“Wait Barbara’s here!” Jason planted his face against the window as they drove into the parking lot and parked beside the others.

“She wanted to hang out some more.” Bruce smiled turning the car off. “Jason don’t run off.” Bruce groaned as Jason slipped away followed by his other kids. Duke flashing his credit car as he ran by.

“Don’t worry this won’t make a dent in your money.” Duke smirked joining the others who quickly raced inside to be the first at their favourite games.

Bruce sat in the car for a minute. His brain thinking of a million plans on how to deal with tonight. Half contemplating leaving and just going on patrol.

“What took you?” Dick smirked when Bruce finally joined them while clutching a coffee no doubt spiked with a little over priced whiskey. “We saved you a place in the tournament. You go after the loser of this round.”

“Nope. Nope.” Bruce shook his head. “One thing I learned from all of you is this is a fight I cannot win.” Bruce said, looking around and smiling as he saw a machine he recognised.

“Really? Family bonding and you go off on your own?” Dick teased noticing the machine Bruce was heading too. “I still can’t believe PAC-man is your favourite.”

“What? Really after all these years your go to is still PAC-man?” Jason smiled leaving the spot he was watching from to follow Bruce. “Look at all these cool games!”

“Yes but this one is great for strategy. Knowing your surrounding, having an escape plan.” Bruce put a quarter into the machine. “And I like the music it plays.”

“Really? Only you would make this into a training thing.” Steph deadpanned.

“Should we be talking like this?” Duke asked.

“You see anyone around aside from the desk guy?” Damian gestured to the only other person in the room.

“Bruce did you rent the whole place?” Barbara asked.

“Of course.” Bruce smiled easily flying through the levels. Jason poked his head under Bruce’s arm to watch. Noticing the top score already had Bruce’s name next to it.

“You are a dork.” Jason laughed.

“All I heard was we have free run of this place so I’m turning this up to the max.” Steph said as she turned her cart in the game and drove into Tim.

“Stay in your lane!” Tim said exploding, Steph laughed hysterically.

“And this is why you actually have people around us because us not having to behave is far worse then us acting a little silly.” Dick smirked.

“Please. The world knows you Waynes are crazy.” Barbara laughed as she and Dick walked off to find a different game.

“Don’t you want to go play something?” Bruce asked as he glanced down at Jason.

Jason frowned a little and looked around. “I don’t know these games.”

“I think there are some of the older games in the back.” Bruce said. “We can look around:”

“No thanks. I’ll just watch.” Jason said resting his chin.

“I thought you were excited to come here?” Bruce asked worriedly as he watched Jason’s eyes. Noticing he was watching every coin enter a machine. Bruce signed finally putting the peices together. He let his game lose as he knelt down to Jason’s level. Jason was only 12, only being adopted by Bruce a little less than a year.

“Jason.” Bruce put his hand on Jason’s shoulder. “You don’t need to worried about money.” Bruce spoke softly, “I am here to support you and keep everyone safe, fed and warm.”

“I know. I’m sorry I’m no fun. I’m still getting used to it.” Jason frowned.

“I understand. You always said books were your favourite way to entertain yourself. Why was that again?” Bruce asked.

“Because you can physically have a book. It opens your mind while letting you into the mind of someone else.” Jason said. “And I can trade books. A lot of people don’t think they hold value so I can get them cheaply.”

“And?” Bruce could see something else was on Jaosn’s mind.

Jason frowned. “They are quiet, good when you have to hide for a long time.” Jason’s lip trembled and his eyes dropped.

Bruce pulled Jason into a warm hug, stroking his back to comfort him. “I promise you never have to worry about anything like that again. But. How about just for tonight you pick a game and we can learn it together?”

Jason stepped back. He glanced around the room. “Can we play air hockey?”

“Absolutely.” Bruce smiled walking over with Jason to the table. They played a few rounds. Bruce going easy on Jason until descoving Jason didn’t need any handicaps.

“He’s kicking your ass.” Dick smirked. “Care to make this a tournament style game?” Dick asked. “Loser swaps out?”

“Well I better swap out.” Bruce handed his pusher to Dick.

“Bring it Dickface.” Jason laughed. “Call next!” Steph smiled. The rest of the kids slowly gathering around, calling their spots.

“Ok once all of you have had your go and we crown the champion of Air hockey, we have to leave.” Bruce said, checking his watch. His words being ignored.

“Once day Bruce.” Barbara smiled as Bruce turning his attention to her with a confused look. “Once day one of those kids will listen. Just not today.”

Bruce chuckled and smiled, enjoying his kids playing.

——

“Hit it harder!” Jason screamed from ontop of Dick’s shoulders. “I know girls that can hit harder then that.”

“Jason you can’t say things like that.” Bruce groaned as Dick laughed at him.

“To him it’s still the 90’s B.” Dick smiled. “Yeah you should see my sister! She’ll knock you out!” Dick joined in, as did Cass raising her fits to pretend to be ready to fight.

“We really know how to not draw attention.” Bruce rubbed his brow and cheered with his kids.

“Hoooome Runnn!” They all yelled as the ball was sent into the crowd.

“These guys are way better then the Gotham knights I knew.” Jason smiled as Dick put him down so they could get some bad stadium nachos.

“Still not as good as the Bludhaven Bloodhound.” Dick smiled and gasped as Jason shoved him.

“Boo the hounds!” Jason teased grunting while Dick quickly grabbed him and pulled his cap off to ruffle up Jason’s hair.

“Last inning. If the Knights hit one home run they’ve won and they have their heavy hitter out first.” Tim said watching the teams change positions.

“Please we have it in the bag. The Tigers ain’t got nothing on the knights.” Steph boosted eying off the cheerleaders. “I could totally be a cheerleader.”

“You could but Dick would still wipe the floor with you at it.” Duke snickered.

“Dick why do you have to be so good at everything.” Steph groaned.

“When did I say I wanted to be a cheerleader?” Dick asked.

“We are just stating you are too good at everything.” Tim said.

“But you should totally be a cheerleader.” Steph said looking at Dick’s ass.

“I agree.” Barbara said also shamelessly looking at Dick.

“Stop looking at it.” Dick frowned.

“Hard not too when its the biggest part of your body. Jason teased watching the Batter swing. With little effort the ball flew into the crowd. The stadium erupted with a roar of cheers, fireworks exploding in celebration.

Jason felt his heart suddenly speed up. His chest tightened. The crowd cheers, all beginning to muffle out as the sound of his own heartbeat rang in his ears. Each crack from a firework made his heart jump. His arms crossed, his hands digging into his shoulder as he shrunk down into a ball. The air around him felt thick, almost unbreatheable. His vision blurred into a tunnel. Darkness only lit as the fireworks cracked. His mind flashing a smile, a new noise fighting through the heartbeat. A laugh.

Every bone in Jason’s body was telling him to get up, his mind begging for him to run like he was in some immediate danger but his body just trembled. Curled into a corner, petrified as a man’s laugher echoed in his mind. The only thing escaping were the tears rolling down Jason’s cheek.

He sat his vision slowly fading from darkeness into a white void. His mind going quiet. Jason panted regaining himself. He uncurled glancing around the void. “Where? Bruce! Alfred.” Jason hugged himself and began to walk. His head turning like something was behind him. Searching desperately until a hand fell on his shoulder. Jason jumped around. Eye wide looking up at the man he didn’t recognise.

The man stood just above Bruce’s height. A hood casing a shadow over his face. Hiding him away.

“You are alright?” The man’s voice was rough and flat.

“I’m scared.” Jason hugged himself stepping back away from the man. “Where are we?”

The man lifted his arms. Grabbing his hood to pull it down to reveal himself. He flashed a caring smile at Jason. “We’re in our head. A place no one can harm us but ourselves.”

“Our head?” Jason frowned studying the man. He was scarred in more ways then one. A old leather jacket around his chest, his hair black apart from a small patch of white at his fringe. “You’re me?”
Jason nodded and put his hand on the younger Jason’s back. “Did you bring me here?”

“No I just said we are in our head. You had a panic attack and yeah I kinda used that to get some control. I need you to do something for me.” Jason said kneeling down.

Young Jason frowned. “What?”

“I need you to summon the All Blade. It’s a magical weapon.” Jason said softly noticing the confusion on his younger self’s face. “I promise I’m not crazy. This isn’t a dream.”

“You sound crazy. How do I do it? What will it do?” Young Jason asked.

“You just… look I can do it at will but it’s not really simple.” Jason groaned trying to figure out how to explain. “Ok you just. Hey! Hey no, fuck it Bruce.” Jason looked at his hands noticing he was fading. “You need to talk to Artemis.”

“Who? Wait don’t go.” Young Jason grabbed at Jason as he started to fade away, the white void opening. Jason's eyes blinked. His mind fighting its way through the haze. His body felt hot, heavy but the feeling made him feel safe. He glanced up. Registering, he was suddenly inside. He sat curled in Bruce’s arms. Tucked in countless hoodies. “Bruce.” Jason spoke weakly.

“It’s ok. Breath into this.” Bruce held a paper bag to Jason’s mouth. Jason did as he was instructed. The action soothing him further and bringing his mind back.

“What happens?” Jason asked when Bruce removed the bag.

“You had a panic attack.” Bruce put his hand on Jason’s head, checking for a fever.

“Oh.” Jason looked at his hands. “Do I have white hair?”

“White?” Bruce looked worriedly at Jason.

“Older me. He spoke to me.” Jason said. “He talked about the All Blade.” Jason looked up at Bruce. His eyes hopeful that Bruce would have all the answers.

“It’s ok. It was just a dream. We’ll get you home and talk about this. It’s been a long day.” Bruce cradled Jason getting up.

“He sounded real.” Jason frowned being carried out to the car. “Did the others leave?” Jason gave up trying to talk to Bruce.

“I sent them on ahead. They were all concerned but there was no point crowding you and they needed to get to patrol. We’ll tune into the comms so you can tell them you are ok.”

Jason looked around. The parking lot mostly empty. “How long was I freaking out?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Bruce opened the door and sat Jason in the back seat.

“I think it does.” Jason watched Bruce buckle him in and walk to the front of the car. “I’ve never had a panic attack.”

“It’s perfectly fine. Just rest for now ok. We’ll be at the manor in no time and you can go to bed.” Bruce said, turning on the car.

Jason sighed deeply, going quiet as he began to think.