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Everything was already solved.
The Joker's henchmen were incapacitated, as was the insane clown.
Batman was anxious.
For the first time in so many years of fighting crime, the only thing he wanted most at that moment was to go home, take off his uniform and tell his son stories.
Dick was concerned.
He took charge of giving the coordinates for the police to get there and also wanted to ask about Damian. As he was still sleeping, Nightwing went to see if his partner needed any help.
Jason was in a panic.
The vehicle's camera showed nothing but the car's upholstery. When he remembered the uniformed communicators, the boy had already screamed, cried and knocked down everything he saw ahead.
— B, YOU NEED TO COME! — he shouted, not caring how loud it would echo in the bat's ears — COME NOW!
— Red Hood, what...?
— NOW!
— By your face, the sound of the communicator was at maximum! — Nightwing commented with a mocking smile.
— If you tell me what happened I can...!
— BRUCE, PLEASE! — the other interrupted him again, stopping to sob at the beginning of a cry — Please!
— Stay here, see you later... — was all the Dark Knight said to his partner before returning to the Batmobile — Jason, I need you to take a deep breath and give me informations!
— It was my fault, but I didn't mean it! — the youngest answered in a small voice — Do you believe me, B?
— I believe in you... — The punisher finally got into the vehicle, activating the Batcave's display to know what was going on. He expected to see broken things and Jason in one of his crises, but it was strange that Alfred was not around.
— It's already coming? — the boy asked running his hands over his face — Damian, he...
— What happened to my son!?
That tone demanded answers, demanded that Jason tell everything he had done "by mistake", demanded that he take the blame for having "broken even more" poor Damian. However, Todd only managed to hide his face in his hands and cry even harder, whispering a valid justification for Batman to come back even faster:
— He needs you, B...
Jason huddled in his chair, as if he could hide from all the guilt he felt. He stared at the monitors, but he had no exact idea of the time passing. His mind was elsewhere:
He was once a broken child, tortured with a crowbar by a murderous clown. The memories still hurt, especially when he daydreamed of seeing everything happen again without a chance to save himself.
Now, he had broken a child. Damian didn't remember anything, but he would remember the torture. He would have nightmares. He would be afraid of him until the fear turned to hate.
— Jason... — Batman called him, was already standing beside him and with one hand resting on the boy's shoulder — What happened?
— I-I... I broke he. It was my fault again!
I didn't need to be the greatest detective in the world to know what the old Robin was talking about. Nor did he need to be a psychologist to understand that it all largely reflected how much Bruce had neglected his children.
— It's my fault because I wasn't here when they needed me. I was gone once again... — The bat's voice was full of guilt — But I promise to be a better father to you too, Jason.
The youngest stared at him without understanding what he was talking about. It had been so many years since he faced Batman, or rather Bruce Wayne as a mentor — or as a father. Jason was even more surprised when he was hugged, a strong and comforting hug, which managed to ward off those bad memories of him.
— I'll end up getting jealous! — Dick said laughing, looking at the two. He had just arrived.
In response, the patriarch held out an arm to him, a sign that he just needed to get close to be hugged too.
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NOTES:
Well, Dick Grayson was the first Robin. When he got older, he had to leave (in general he was working on other teams and / or at the police academy — I know he has a specific name, but I don't remember now).
Bruce ended up adopting another boy named Jason Todd, the second Robin. The version I like best for this is the one where "Jason was stealing the tires from the Batmobile and was caught by Batman". I don't even need to mention that this bad bird brought several problems during the patrols, right? Kkks
In the growing list of mischief of the boy Jason, he has since disobeyed Batman and wanted to act alone to even kill a guy (we know he was the one who threw the guy off the balcony, no matter how much the BatDad is misunderstood). Despite everything, B always forgave him (which implies that he was more flexible and careless with Jason, as if he were his "favorite son").
As his way was VERY different from the camaraderie with which Dick behaved, the public did not like it very much and, in a vote promoted by the comics to know whether Jason would survive a Joker trap or not, he decided that it was his end.
Years and years later, as usual in comics, Jason came back to life! A little crazier than usual, about three times more troublemaker, with an acid touch of humor and his little jokes about his own death and passionate about crowbar.
To summarize the note: Jason's mischievous and irresponsible way that ended up killing him, either because he acted alone or because he didn't captivate the audience.
