"And what does Damian think?" Jason asks
"Of what?" Bruce replies, not lifting his head. Jason gestures towards Terry's Batsuit in the corner "Ah. We… don't really talk about it."
"Where is the little demon runt anyway?"
"With his mother. After Ra's death he wanted to turn the League into something…"
"Not evil?"
"Precisely." Bruce replies "He said Gotham wasn't big enough for two Batmen."
Jason shrugs. He did have a point.
"How come none of our toys ever looked like this?" Jason asks "I mean… flight?"
"Because the tech didn't exist yet, and now that it does I'm too damn old to wear it."
Jason looks at Bruce. Tried to count the crinkles near his eyes.
"Well" He points out "I want one."
"Put it on your Christmas list."
Jason laughs and Bruce can't help but look at him. Even though he tries to hide it, even though he's put on mass, he still looks like a boy. Young and vibrant. The same boy who he taught to fly. The same boy he lost, committed his body to the earth. The same boy who's death he's never quite gotten over.
They say cemeteries are the Earth's way of not letting go.
He looks over to Jason's costume, still in the display case, then back to Jason, who was not so discretely pocketing some of Terry's weapons.
He laughs.
"Still the same, Jay. Always the same."
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A.N. One of my favorite headcanons is that Jason constantly steals shit from the Batcave