Author's Note: I do not own DC and if I do, I would make Batman less of a big meanie to Jason, Dick and Tim. I know Damian died and I'm VERY upset about it but it does not mean for him to use Jason like that and ignore poor Timmy! And what is Tim's real name!?
Tim flinched back as he watch his older brother screamed. He didn't know what could have triggered it unless...
"J-Jason! Calm down! He's alright now see?" he tried to get his attention.
"YOU DON'T GET IT! I-I SHOT MY OWN SON AND HE IS STILL A KID! NO! I CAN'T BECOME LIKE HIM!"
"Ja-"
"SHUT UP! I WOULD NEVER BE LIKE HIM! I WOULD NEVER BE LIKE WILLIS TODD!"
Tim stiffened, Willis Todd, Jason's father who outrightly abandoned Jason and Catherine then died. He saw from the Batcomp that Jason was often being hit by his father- no wonder...
"I-I promise my self when I was younger that if I'd ever get a kid..."Jason's voice dropped to a low level that Tim swore that he could hear some trace of pain and sadness "..t-that I would love him or her with everything...be a better father...do everything to make sure he...he won't end up like me, full of anger, sadness, darkness and...rage.."
'Oh Jason...' Tim pitied his brother despite the sheer number of times he nearly kill him, Damian and Dick.
"But look at me..."Jason laughed bitterly "I let myself cloud with training and rage, missing the sign of Talia carrying my kid, letting him becoming an unempathic assasin and...he..."realization immediately hit Jason like a bullet.
Tim, puzzled at Jason's sudden pause asked "Umm what's wrong-" he was cut off as Jason gritted his teeth together.
"He's a frigging Robin!" Jason snarled. "That's it, Talia may train the kid, Dickie bird may mentor him and 'dad' may have taken him in but I would never let him become a Robin!"
"You can't do that!" Tim angrily yelled at him "The Robin mantle means more to Damian!"
"Shut up Tim! ('Oh so we are suddenly on first name basis!?' Tim thought annoyingly) He's my son! The Robin should be anyone except him! He needs a normal life!"
"Newsflash Jason! Damian has never been normal-no I didn't mean that he is mental, put the gun down, but his whole life has been filled with fighting, deaths and violence! You don't think we've tried!? We sent him to school once and boy were the teachers having a hard time with him." Tim stopped as he watch Jason stammered. Good he beat him.
"Still..." Jason clench his fingers
Tim put a hand on Jason's shoulder "Look, all I know that there is a small robin inside dad's manor, being comforted by his uncle who is wondering where we are. How about going inside yeah?"
All Jason could do is nod.
Damian is shaking. All at one day, his life was nothing but a lie. His emotions are scattered, not knowing which is which and which to choose. Should he accept To-father? But he is a dangerous man who nearly got him and his br-uncles killed...
Then again he was no better...
Knock...knock...
"Hey there little D!" Dick greeted his bro-nephew "There is someone who might want to talk with you~"
Damian shook his head "I-I'm tired right now Uncle Richard!" he inwardly wince at the awkwardness of the word. Dick felt the same for he is shivering either from the fact his baby brother/son figure is his nephew.
Oh well, he can spoil his little D and it's Jason's job to discipline him anyway-wait a minute...
"Don't call me that D!" he whine causing Damian and the other two people outside to think whether Dick has two personalities of both of a child and an adult inside him "It's Uncle Dick or Daddy Dick-"
"HEY!"
"Shut up Jas, some uncles are being called like that-oh ummm Damian is ready."
"Wait Gr-U" Damian widened his eyes as another figure entered. He rather face Joker than this...There stood his biological father, Jason Todd aka Red Hood fka Robin II. His throat feels dry and he really wish that he was out on patrol tonight.
Kicking bad guys can ease up his nerves.
Jason cleared his throat, he's not so good at this is he? He is thankful that his 'brothers' let him talk to his son here despite the hostilities they've show a while ago then again Dick is such a sap and repl-Tim is such a goody two shoes.
"So uh hey Damian..." Jason said shakily "I'm your dad now huh? Well this takes the cake yeah?"
Damian blankly stared at him as Jason sighs, awkward tension...
"Umm..." Damian finally spoke after a minute of silence "You're going to stay here at the manor or to your apartment?"
Jason rose an eyebrow "Well yeah I mean I have a home and the ma-"
Oh.
"I-I'm not forcing you to stay with me on that dump, i-it's your choice and you have as much right to stay here since he is your grampa." Jason quickly said.
"But...you are my father and-"
"Whatever Talia told you about the crap to follow your old man's legacy no matter what, bloodlines or anything, ditch it. You make your own choice whether to follow or not and hell I did not end up on drugs like Willis." Jason sternly told his...son..
"But aren't you running the drug trade? So-"
Jason cut him off "Those are stereotypes, I ain't smoking one and I only drank booze like...twice per month."
"Oh what a great influence you have there Damian." Jason snorted.
"Shut up Dick-wad."
Dick snickered as he enters the bedroom with Tim behind him. "You really need better models D like me!" he cheerfully said as he hug his little D. (He suddenly felt like someone is jealous and won't hesitate to shoot his Richard- wait what?).
"Oh please Dick.." Tim drawled "Says the guy who has several women he had bed with before marraige."
"Hey! At least it is not a one night stand!" Dick wailed, Tim and Jason both look at him with a blank face.
"How about Huntress Dick?" Now this shut him up. "Good."
Damian felt the urge to face palm, how did his talk with his real father has suddenly transitioned to his uncle's love life especially in his bedroom. Apparently Tim feel the same thing as he immediately hauled Dick out claiming that he needs help in Wayne Enterprises ("What should I know in there!?"). Then he was alone with his father.
"Tt I think I need to sleep." Damian said as he lay down.
"Why are you doing that?"
"Doing what?"
"That Tt sound you made." Jason look at his son curiously.
"Ummmm..." Damian look down "Habit."
Jason blink at his bro-son's shyness. Poor kid was still taking it all in. He then reach out and ruffle the child's hair, much to Damian's surprise.
"Well it's getting late so I better be going..." Damian immediately look up "Don't worry, I'm staying in my room here."
"All right...good night..."
Jason wave at him as he slowly closed the door.
"You know...your room is still here.."
Jason turn around to face his older brother, Dick, as he was turning the knob.
"I know..." he said softly.
"Bruce finds it hard to let go...when you died he was mad with grief that he nearly killed Joker..." Dick whispered.
"Nearly killed but didn't finish the job." Jason said bitterly "If I'd were him, I will kill anyone who'd hurt my own kid."
"Jason...Bruce loves you...he just have a hard time saying it and well he really wants you to go home-"
"Bullshit, he sent me to Arkham." he growled.
"Because you killed people! Even if it is the criminals, it is still wrong because killing may control the darkness here but it will put you into their level that no one will respect you but fear you instead!" with that, Dick leaves.
Jason stared at his brother's fleeing form. Never had he seen Dick exploded, surethere are times when he loses his temper but not at this point. Great, Dick is the only person here his son trust and there he upsets him. Knowing Damian, he would refuse to talk to him until he apologizes.
The kid has better to be thankful that he is his son.
"Maybe in the morning..." he muttered as he enters.
His room...was still the same as before save for cleaned sheets, floors and new clothes. Jason was taken aback, was Bruce really expecting him to come home?
His clothes fitted him, typical old man and his snooping around.
Then again...he is his dad after all.
"Fuck..." he cursed "I'm getting all emotional here because of my room..."
Author's note: Awww Jaybird! You really are a softy!
