When Bruce had finally revealed to his wife that their son was alive, the first thing she did was yell at him for keeping it a secret for so long.
After letting out her frustration and anger, Y/N Wayne made it her mission to find Jason Todd.
Jason was unsurprisingly fantastic at covering up his tracks and was a pro at making sure no one could find him.
But Y/N knew him. She knew how his brain worked and she knew from what Bruce had told her, where he was.
Even after five long years, she still was able to read him like an open book.
She could tell by the way he was avoiding interacting with anyone in their family that he was bitter. She could tell that he was angry at Bruce for not avenging his death and for ‘replacing’ him so quickly with Tim. And lastly, she could tell by his absence that he felt betrayed by her for showing the same love that she had showed him to his replacement
Never would Y/N regret loving Tim, or adopting him from his neglectful family who were always away. Never could she tell Jason that Tim was a mistake because he wasn’t. And neither was Jason.
But Jason has always been insecure, and Y/N didn’t blame him for being that way.
When he was first introduced to her, she immediately greeted him with the motherly love that he had been deprived from since his birth.
Shockingly to many if they knew how he was now, he had been the shyest kid she had ever met.
Though Jason quickly warmed up to her, he was still insecure.
Jason never felt like he belonged. He could tell by the looks he got from people at galas and fancy get-togethers that they thought the same thing.
They only saw him as the lucky street rat who the prestigious Wayne family had taken in as a charity case.
And he hated it.
After his death, Y/N fell into a deep depression. Not many knew as she hardly ever went outside anymore, but when Tim came along…it was like a light came back into her life.
Never could the third Boy Wonder replace Jason, but that didn’t make Tim less of a son to her then Jason and Dick.
Now, as she stood at the front door of the anti-hero’s apartment, which was located in one of the baddest neighborhoods of Gotham (though all of the city was bad), she took in a deep breath and knocked.
“Whoever the fuck you are, go away!”
Y/N jumped at the loud voice, but she couldn’t help but smile at how…grown up he sounded.
The last time she’d saw him, he had been a mere fifteen-year-old boy going through puberty. It saddened her to know that she had missed half a decade of his life thanks to a psychopath.
She knocked on the door again and this time all she got as a response was an annoyed grunt and stomping.
The matriarch of the Wayne family held her breath as the door flung open, revealing a shirtless boy who was a full head taller than her with a white streak in his black hair.
His eyes immediately widened at the sight of his mom standing just a few feet away from him with a blank expression on her face.
Though she was now in her late-30s, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that Y/N Wayne was beautiful.
“Mom?” Jason whispered in total shock.
Her emotionless facade broke and as hard as she tried to stop them, the tears that had been forming up in her eyes since she had heard his voice, rolled down her cheeks.
Y/N lets out a joyous laugh and pulled her son into a tight hug.
It took a moment for Jason to finally realize that this was actually the woman who had practically raised him since he was a child, but he soon hugged her back just as tightly.
After almost five minutes of hugging, Y/N pulled away and wiped away the tears that had fallen. She gazed up at her son and placed a warm hand on his cheek.
She sent him a tearful smile, “I missed you so much.”
Jason’s eyes suddenly hardened at her words. “Not enough apparently.” He said, scowling as the picture he had seen of Tim and his mom flashed into his mind.
Y/N scowled back and crossed her arms around her chest, “Don’t start with that, Jason Peter Todd.” She warned.
Ignoring her words, he snapped, “It hadn’t even been a year, mom! A fucking year! And you were already treating my replacement like he was your son!”
“Because he is my son!” retorted Y/N.
Not wanting anyone to hear them argue, she walked into the apartment and rolled her eyes at how untidy it was. As she was use to it, she didn’t really care anymore.
“And so was I!” Jason shouted, the hurt evident in his voice as he slammed the door closed.
Y/N sighed, her former anger forgotten as she stood in front of Jason.
His green eyes held such vulnerability and she knew that if she continued to argue with him, he would later do something completely reckless.
“I never said you weren’t.” Y/N said, softly.
“Then why did you and Bruce replace me so quickly. Like I was…nothing to you?” Jason asked, his voice quieted.
Her eyes teared up again and she laughed a shaky laugh, “Tim is a very bright kid,” she winced, instantly regretting how she started off with that. “He figured out who Bruce and Dick were long before you came along and when you appeared and Dick moved out, he put two-and-two together to discover that Dick was now Nightwing and you were the new Robin.”
There was a silence.
“How?” Jason questioned.
“He was there that night when Dick’s biological parents…”
“Oh,” was all he said, “that’s rough.”
She nodded in agreement, “Yes, but he’s a strong kid.” She said, “After you…died,” enter wince, “he saw how impulsive Batman was acting and knew that your death was the reason why.”
“What do you mean?”
Y/N sent him a sad smile, “We all had different ways of dealing with your death, Jaybird.” She said before continuing, “so Tim offered to become Robin because he knew that Batman can’t be Batman without Robin.”
“We never wanted to replace you, Jason.” She told him, “You’re our son.”
Jason slowly nodded his head, “Okay.”
“Okay?” Y/N questioned with raised eyebrows.
The boy smirked at his mother and nodded again, “Okay.”
Y/N’s lips broke out into a grin and she wrapped her arms around him again to give him another deadly hug.
“Goddamn, mom! One death squeeze was enough for one day!” Jason complained, wincing.
She laughed and released him from his misery, “Lunch at your favorite diner?” She suggested.
Jason raised in his eyebrows in his surprise. “That place is still there?”
Y/N threw him a smirk that was oh-so-identical to his. “I own it now.”
A warm feeling erupted in his chest and Jason smiled, “Then sure, but I have to get back before the sunset. I have patrol tonight.”
She rolled her eyes, knowing what he does during those patrols.
She wasn’t comfortable knowing that her son was murdering people in unmerciful ways, but she couldn’t deny that with the Red Hood, crime rates sure has plopped down by a lot.
“Some things just never change.” Y/N chuckled, remembering all those times where Jason would remind her that he had patrol with Bruce when she would suggest they’d do something together.
Jason replied with a smirk, “Just because I died and became a little looney doesn’t mean I changed completely, ma.”