Honestly, it happens all the time because Clark is the Fun Uncle, and over time the line between ‘conning’ and ‘enabling’ has blurred but I digress
When Jason was a kid, he had a secret little hide-away in the Batcave where he would stash food and read books late when he was supposed to be asleep. One day, when Clark was working on a case with Bruce in the Batcave, Bruce asked him to double check that Jason was in bed, because Bruce knew he had been staying up late reading. But Jason had preemptively written a letter and taped it to the wall of his hide-away, knowing Clark would read it. It was very long, and made to guilt trip Clark into not telling Bruce. It worked, because Clark is a sucker and Jason has always been Dramatic.
Clark was keeping an idle eye on Gotham from Metropolis while Bruce was stuck at home with a broken leg, but seeing Robin - Tim - on a rooftop by himself has him flying in. But Tim tells him, super calmly, that he’s just gathering some intel on a case they had been working on, then going straight back to the Manor. Listen, Clark has gotten better at this point at not taking the batkids by their word, but Tim is a freakishly good liar and Clark doesn’t even think to check. And Clark was happy that Bruce was trusting Tim to patrol by himself, knowing that Clark was was watching. Clark lets it slip a few days later that Tim was out late. Everyone gets a lecture.
Clark was at a Wayne Banquet, a small plate of food in his hands. Bruce wasn’t due out for a while now, so he would have to wait to interview him. A light hand on his shoulder made him jolt, and when he turned to look who it was, he was met with Cass, smiling softly. He greeted her with a hello, which made her visibly relax. She reached over him, grabbed one of the too-small sandwiches off his plate, and disappeared into the crowd. He smiled slightly and shook his head. But over the next twenty minutes every piece of food on his plate disappeared, so that mock-tispy Bruce Wayne appeared to give a short interview, Clark was holding nothing but an empty plate and trying not to burst out laughing. (She still steals food from him, but doesn’t take his whole plate anymore)
Damian had been very clear about his mistrust of Clark when he arrived, so the first time he asked Clark to buy him something from overseas, Clark jumped on the chance. But after just two weeks the pile of things that Clark had gotten for him had grown too large, and Bruce had found out. Clark was now only to be used as a personal FedEx service for special occasions.
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Reasons I love this panel: Not only does it demonstrate just how smart Jason is, but it’s also provides canon reference regarding how young Jason was when Bruce took him in. Which means he and Bruce got three whole years together, as well as Jason having three whole years of happiness as Robin before it all went wrong.
@arabian-batboy said: Can you write something where Bruce comes across Jason in an alley after his resurrection but before Talia took him in & since he couldn’t talk at that time (& because he’s supposed to be dead) Bruce thinks it’s just a hallucination and just leaves him?
It had been a long time since Bruce was afraid of ghosts, mostly because they never left him alone. If this one seemed more real than usual, hey, it had been a rough day.
Always was, this time of year.
April 27th. Bruce liked to think he was getting better— maybe some year he wouldn’t find himself lurking in Crime Alley on today, the anniversary of Jason’s death— but he wasn’t there yet.
It made sense. How was he supposed to forget Jason? That was what it would take, Bruce knew, to leave the guilt behind. Every time Jason crossed his mind, it all came crashing back: the grief and shame and pain in his chest.
Flashbacks, sometimes. Hallucinations.
He wasn’t particularly surprised to see his dead son lying on the cobblestones. It was bound to happen today.
Bruce took a deep breath. It was time for another hell ride through his own subconsciousness. What would it be this time?
Older, he thought— this Jason looked older, the age he would be if he had lived. That was normal; Bruce spent a lot of time imagining Jason alive and growing up. This Jason looked like he had been on the street for a long time, and Bruce could explain that too; they’d met on this spot when Jason was young and homeless. Of course he was remembering that day.
Bruce blinked away the image of Jason, small and defiant, sprinting towards the mouth of the alley with his tire iron. Who hit the Batman with a tire iron? Jason did. Jason was…
Well, Jason was dead. Jason had been extraordinary— brave, bright, explosive, kind— but he was gone, and the illusion on the pavement was just that: an illusion. A memory. Bruce’s mind playing tricks.
The punishment he deserved. He could feel it beginning like it always did, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, his fingertips, his chest, rooting him to the stone underneath him until he couldn’t run— not that he should run. He hadn’t saved Jason. The least he could do was feel it.
A/N: SO this is the final part of Red. Thank you everyone for going through this journey with me, I am so thankful for all your support! It’s been a long ride, and we’ve come so far and now here we are. I love you guys more than you know, and I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing it.
It was the loud sound of a body crashing onto the floor that jerked Jason awake. He was up on his feet in an instant, his hand going to the gun he kept in his drawer.
His trained eyes scanned his bedroom and it didn’t take long for him to find his best friend unconscious on the floor. His heart dropped to his stomach and fear immediately crept into his chest. He dropped the gun and rushed to your side, dropping to his knees and cradling your face in his hands.
“[F/N]?!” His hands were trembling. Shit–he was already scared. His gaze frantically searched the room for any threats, anything that could’ve hurt his [F/N]. However, he found nothing unusual, nothing except the strange location of his helmet.
His brows furrowed at its position, but he pushed any suspicions away and focused on you. He checked your vitals, almost sobbing in relief when he felt a strong, healthy pulse. You were okay. Unconscious, but okay.
Ignoring the burning questions in his mind, he effortlessly picked you up and brought you back to bed. After doing a full inspection of the apartment to ensure there were no threats, he decided to finally change from his uniform then sit by your bed.
And that was where he stayed.
He kept his eyes trained on you and held your hand tightly, trying to calm his beating heart. It was reasonable; you were not only someone he cared deeply about, but he had already made the mistake of being careless with you once, and that had deadly results. He wasn’t taking any chances again. There was no such thing as being ‘too careful’ when it came to you.
He lifted your knuckles up to his lips and kissed it gently, your skin feeling ice cold against his. It may seem silly to hold your hand, but he felt that if he let go, you might disappear. Feeling your presence reassured him that you weren’t gone.
The very thought of losing you sickened him. He had been to the room they’ve kept you in. He had seen many things in his life, committed acts and killed people, but he couldn’t bring himself to enter than room again. He was so shocked, so disgusted by it. He could only imagine what they had done to you. He never wanted you to go through something even remotely close to that again. Just thinking about the possibility of it made his eyes water with hurt and anger.
It was just the break of dawn when Jason heard a noise from you, a soft groan that escaped your throat. He stood up and leaned forward, anxious to see your eyes open.
He felt you squeeze his hand first and that action alone made his breath hitch. Your eyes fluttered open seconds later, your gaze confused and dazed.
“Jason?” you whispered, your voice small and fragile, like glass. He smiled and placed his hand on your cheek.
“Hey… I’m here.” he said gently. You leaned into his touch, your eyes closing as you exhaled a soft sigh. He had the urge to kiss you then, to reassure you that he was going to be a man of his words. However, he refrained from acting impulsively and instead said, “I’ll always be here.”
Your brows furrowed and your eyes reopened once more, but this time they weren’t confused or lost. They were certain, and in them held unimaginable pain. Jason didn’t know why you were in pain, but the sight made his heart clench.
“You weren’t ‘here’ when they took me.” you breathed, your voice expressing more agony and vulnerability than words could describe. His eyes widened at your sudden statement.
“Yeah.” you answered the incomplete question, shifting so you could sit up. “I remember.”
“How much?” Jason found himself asking. Each word was difficult to form as he struggled to control his breathing.
“Everything. Or… at least, I think everything.” you murmured, casting your eyes down.
“I… [F/N], I…” What could he say, that he was sorry? That wasn’t enough. You deserved more than that. You deserved better than that.
“It’s okay.” you stated sincerely. “You apologized already, in the hospital. I… I forgive you.”
Jason’s balled his free hand in anger, anger towards himself and anger towards how… how forgiving you were. How forgiving you were to an asshole like him.
“It’s not okay!” he snapped, his voice louder than intended. You flinched at the sudden change in volume. “Sorry, I… I just can’t forgive myself.” He sighed, calming down.
He sunk down onto the chair and looked at you wearily. Then the words just came tumbling out of his mouth like a landslide. “I just… I know no amount of apologies could ever make up for how much I screwed up. Fuck, how could you even stand to be in the same room as me after what I did to you?” He was on his feet again, pacing and burying his hands in his hair.
“I broke my promise, I-I went back on my word and I didn’t look for you sooner because I was being a brat–”
“A-And I was such a shitty friend to you because of some bitch, and lets not forget it was Roy who discovered your disappearance and Dick who found you! I didn’t even contribute–”
He stopped and turned to look at you. He expected hatred and betrayal, but the look he got instead was something gentle and caring. It was an expression that reminded him of why he fell in love with you in the first place.
“I forgive you, because you’re my best friend.” you explained in the kindest, most loving voice he had ever heard. “And I can never stay mad at my best friend, no matter how much of an asshole he is.”
Jason stared at you, dumbfounded. He was speechless; your ability to forgive was uncanny–no, your ability to forgive him was uncanny.
His eyes were blurry with tears when he collapsed into your arms, your welcoming arms. He rested his head on your shoulder and allowed the tears to fall without shame. You stroked his hair affectionately, patiently waiting for him to let it all out, knowing he needed this.
“I love you.” he said quietly into your ear before he could stop himself, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. You needed to know. You needed to know how much you meant to him.
He felt you tense, but then you sighed and said, “I know. I love you too.”
He shook his head, raising his head so he was staring directly into your eyes. “No, I love you, as more than some friend.” His voice was wavering. “I-I love you so damn much it fucking hurts. It–it hurts so much.”
He heard your breath hitch, and soon tears began to form in your eyes. Before he could question it, or wipe them away, he was pulled into a desperate kiss.
There were many things in this world that didn’t make sense. There were many things that weren’t meant to be, that was fucked up and just downright wrong. The world was a puzzle that Jason avoided. Each decision he made, he always questioned after. But this? This felt right. It felt like the most natural thing in the world.
He felt the love and passion you held for him in the kiss and he felt tears running down his cheeks again, this time from happiness and joy. Your soft hands went up to his cheeks, fingers wiping the salty substance away.
It was difficult to pull away, but Jason knew he had to eventually. When he did, he rested his forehead against yours, smiling like an idiot.
“I love you too.” you confessed, your smile giving some sense to his world. He closed his eyes as a fresh wave of tears fell from his eyes, and you didn’t hesitate to wipe them away.
“Why are you crying?”
“Because you love me. Me. Someone like me.” he uttered. “Someone that can’t even get his life together, someone who’s messed up and don’t deserve you.”
You brought his head close to your chest– arms wrapped around his head–and he never felt more comfort in his life. It was in your arms that he felt at home. Your gentle words soothed his mind and soul.
“If this world revolves around people getting what they deserve, none of us would be here right now.” You kissed the top of his head and Jason closed his eyes, relishing your touch.