Jason is shortsighted. He experienced irreparable damage to his sight during an explosion once and he has no wish to go back to the Lazarus pit thank you very much.
He successfully manages to hide this from his family for years by wearing contact lenses.
That was until one day.
Tim called Roy asking where Jason was as they were supposed to meet up to exchange Intel.
Roy apologised and informed him that Jason had crashed his motorbike the night before and was resting up.
Tim on an attempt to be a good, caring brother called around unexpected with a canister of Alfred’s chicken soup.
He found his brother reading on the couch. Tim just stared before digging out his phone and taking a picture.
Jason’s eye was too swollen for him to wear his contacts so the young man was sat reading wearing the geekiest, thickest framed glasses known to man.
Tim being the good, caring brother that he was immediately sent the picture to everyone before Jason killed him.
Well, Jason tried to kill him but after his accident all he could do was limp after his annoying little brother like an actual zombie whilst he yelled his threats.
The next morning Jason received a call off a very unimpressed Alfred declaring that he was to be at the manor for an eye examination at 3 pm that day. He was then informed of he required emotional support Mr Harper was welcome to accompany him but they were to stay in separate rooms. Apparently, just because Masters Bruce and Richard shamed the family with their wanton behaviour didn’t give the rest of them leave to. If MasterJason brought along a marriage certificate, Master Roy would be allowed to stay in his quarters.
Jason hung up and stared at the phone, pushing his glasses up his nose he shook his head.
What was worse? The family finding out about his eyesight, or Alfred treating him like a maiden from one of his romantic novels?