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Sit in your parent’s lap like you did when you were a kid

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happy jason day let’s gooo

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Takes this out of my pocket and places it on your desk

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Who up thinking about Tim being called by his predecessor’s name and he just grits his teeth and bares it because Batman needs a Robin, even if Tim isn’t the one he wants.

Who up thinking about how he probably never got over that and Bruce probably never apologised for it; and even when Jason comes back Tim can still feel the ghost of a dead Robin over his shoulder when Bruce seems to look through him, stumbles over his name, calls him ‘Robin’ even at home because he knows that he’ll slip up around the others if he doesn’t.

Who up thinking about how Tim knows that he fundamentally will never be enough for Bruce, will never fully climb out of Jason’s grave. The graveyard dirt cakes his soul and blurs him around the edges so much that his father looks at him and sees a dead boy before he sees Tim. Every single time.

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Funniest part about Robin Jason canonically going to heaven is that it implies either 1) Jason didn’t kill Felipe and Bruce completely blew up their relationship for no reason or 2) you’re allowed in heaven after killing someone as long as that someone really deserved it, which would then imply that heaven itself is on Jason’s side in the Jason vs Bruce conflict.

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My personal headcanon is that nobody reacts as badly to jokes about Jason’s death as Bruce does. He can usually brush past it, with a flash of guilt across his face and clenched fists. An abrupt exit or cold glare if you catch him on an especially bad day.

The BatBoys learn fairly quickly that their father doesn’t find it as funny as Jason does.

One day Tim slips up, they all do their best to only poke fun at Jason’s death when the Big Bat isn’t around, but the banter was flowing across the training mats with almost as much ease as the moves themselves.

“Yeah, but you definitely came back wrong.” Tim jabs, his sentence punctuated by an equally precise hit to Jason’s rib cage. Dick’s snort of shocked laughter is audible from across the room.

Before Jason can even process what Tim said, which if asked later, he would admit was pretty funny, Bruce’s newest batarang prototype slammed against the metal workbench. The silence echoed almost as loudly as the previous chatter in the cave.

“He did not.” Teeth clenched, knuckles white. Bruce does not look up from his now mangled project.

Tim, clearly ignoring the neon ‘Do Not Fuck With This’ aura that his dad was omitting, pushed on.

“I mean, a brainless zombie that had to be dunked in the Lazarus pit, which infected his mind with murderous rage. Which he then channeled into becoming a damned crime lord and actual murderer - mass murderer I might add - just to get back at you for not avenging him? Not to mention his m~ mpph!” The rest of his argument is muffled my Jason’s hand.

“I did come back kind of fucked in the head, old man.” He offers a crooked smile when Bruce finally looks up. The image of an 11 year old, tire iron in hand and grinning crookedly, flashes across Bruce’s mind.

“You didn’t.” He insists again. He’s standing now, moving towards the training mats.

Tim picks this moment to scurry over to where Dick is working on a case at the Batcomputer, smart enough to stay out of this.

Jason feels exposed, perceived in a way only Bruce manages to make him feel. Like he’s 11 again and being told he can stay forever. That Bruce truly cares about him and that he’s allowed to have this, to have a family again.

“I don’t care.” Bruce is momentarily distracted by the same lingering sadness he gets whenever he realises how tall Jason is, how much he’s grown without him, but he places his hands on Jason’s shoulders all the same. “I don’t care. Even if you did come back wrong, Jaylad, you still came back.” His emphasis is backed by his hands squeezing Jason’s shoulders.

It still shocks Jason that his dad’s hands haven’t stopped feeling like the safest place in the world. Even after everything, he feels tension bleeding out of him just from this contact.

“Even if you came back wrong, you came back.” Bruce repeats. “You’re my son. That’s all I ever want- all I ever need you to be.” Jason feels his jaw clench, a familiar and decidedly unwelcome burning behind his eyes.

“Whatever, old man. You’re such a sap.” He rolls his eyes, allowing himself a moment of softness, pulling his dad into a hug.

He may have come back different, but to Bruce he would always be the same boy, full of light and magic. And he would thank whatever magic or cosmic miracle or metahuman incident gave him back his light, his little boy.

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Just for the record, Dick could totally beat those kids up

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at the heart of it all

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what the hey dude!

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And the audience cheered

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The Boy Wonder

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Wally West, the MOST skrunkly

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