Sorry for the delay. Christmas is coming, so there's a lot to do and I didn't really had the time to write.

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Bruce was aware he screwed up. Not only he allowed his emotions to get better of him, but now all of his sons were pissed at him. And then his life tended to be miserable. Usually he had at least one son trying to smooth things over between the others and him, so the situation was difficult, but manageable. But when four of them ganged up on him? Yeah, all his knowledge, training and careful planning wouldn't help him. What was he thinking? Oh, right, he wasn't. Maybe Alfred could help him? As soon as the thought occurred to him, he discarded it. His loyal butler clearly sided with his kids on this one. Which indicated, that Bruce was totally, undoubtedly, royally screwed.

It was just… He remembered how Dick was when he was little. How he used to adore Bruce, to look up to him and came to him with whatever bothered him or to just spend time with him. And how Bruce was jealous of Dick's attention on Superman whenever he decided to drop by to visit.

Now all the looks of admiration and heroworshipping attention once belonging to Bruce and Superman were bestowed upon Jason alone. And Bruce couldn't just get rid of him, like he did with Clark and have all his son for himself, so the green-eyed monster reared it's ugly head and lashed out.

Bruce sighed and looked for a place to park his car. After an unpleasant breakfast, a non-confrontation with Dick in the corridor on his way out and his overall worry about what was in store for him if he didn't at least try to fix things, he decided to detour from his route to Wayne Enterprises to a safe house Jason was using for the past week. The car parked, with convenient several escape routes, Bruce composed himself as much as he could and made his way to Jason's door, hoping his second eldest son wouldn't kill him on the spot. Jason didn't like that the other Bats knew where he was squatting down for the time being, and especially not when they used that knowledge to show up unexpectedly and uninvited. Add to that, that he was pissed at Bruce for forcing him away from his charge he dedicated himself to protect. Yeah… At least he could make sure to give his sons a good source of entertainment. Bruce squared his shoulders, took a deep breath and knocked.

Silence.

He knocked once more.

"Jason? Are you in there?" he tried after another minute. "Open the door. We need to talk."

More silence. Apparently Jason wasn't even there.

Bruce sighed and hightailed out of there.

He made himself comfortable at his work, telling himself that he indeed tried. It wasn't his fault Jason wasn't there to talk things out. Yeah, that was his version of the truth and he was sticking to it. Bruce steadily ignored the voice in his head stating he was the goddamned Batman and if he really wanted he could track his son down to have this much needed conversation.

Bruce revised validity of his cowardly version, when Tim stopped by his office later and raised his eyebrow in question at him. Bruce hunched guiltily.

"He wasn't home," he muttered to the papers on his desk.

Tim sighed in exasperation and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Fine, whatever," he stated. "I'll tell him he can pick Dick up whenever." He glared at Bruce, "And you will not stop him."

Bruce could only nod in agreement. And grit his teeth and endure the torment at home. He was half expecting Dick being back under Jason's careful watch, away from the manor. Then Bruce could calm down and relax in the knowledge Dick was safe and Bruce didn't need to have the urge to compete for his attention. It would be like for the last long years since his eldest son decided to leave. Bruce at home, Dick out in the world, sometimes visiting or calling. Instead Dick was still in the manor and still mad at him. He was not only wearing his shirt with Red Hood's symbol, but didn't part with his Red Hood plushie for even a second the entire time he was in Bruce's presence and ignoring him. Bruce didn't know it was intentional or not, bombarding him with the evidence of his failures, but he was certain his sons got a good kick out of this. He would need to find whoever gave Dick the toy and exact revenge on his own.