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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BATMAN OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS

Bruce Wayne was not happy.

(Shocker.)

First of all, his son, Richard, is in a coma. Second of all, Jason doesn't contact him anymore ever since the mission happened. Third, Tim just scolded him, telling him he should pull himself together. And fourth, Damian was being Damian.

He drank his cup of coffee as he flipped through the next page of the newspaper, barely reading its contents as he thought about his children's condition and asking himself if he had made the right decisions in life.

He remembered the old days, when it was just only Dick and Bruce... and Alfred. During breakfast, Dick would always tease him about how much he loves his coffee and actually considered calling it BatCoffee or the Coffee of Justice. Dick would always be siting near Bruce, eating his cereal and talking about things like his time in the circus.

He was alone at the manor today. Bruce decided to take Tim's advice of taking a day off, noticing that he wasn't able to accomplish anything anyway. Damian was at school today while Tim was probably somewhere else. Alfred decided to visit Dick at the hospital. Before leaving, the butler prepared food supply for his masters (Knowing that Bruce was very, very terrible at cooking and might actually set the kitchen on fire).

So Bruce just sat at the chair on his dining room, casually reading.

That was when he spluttered his coffee.

And he was supposed to be Batman.

His second son, Jason, was there, knocking on the window near the counter top, mouthing words like:

Do you bleed? Because your ears will!

The boy then decided to mouth some words that Bruce could only imagine will make his ears bleed. Jason was probably telling him to open the window.

Bruce motioned for him to use the kitchen door. Jason looked disappointed, but he followed.

As Jason disappeared to use the proper entrance, Bruce tried to wipe the mess he created because it was actually embarrassing. Him? The Batman? Spitting his coffee because he was surprised? No way!

He heard footsteps coming his way and he pulled himself together. Jason went in, grabbing the cookie jar. He sat at at the chair across the table, far from Bruce.

Typical Jason.

Jason was wearing his usual outfit. A grey shirt and a biker's jacket.

"Hey old man, long time no see." He said as he grabbed one cookie and placed one in his mouth.

"Jason," Bruce nodded, placing the newspaper on the table. "It's been a long time."

Jason placed another two in his mouth. Bruce was starting to think that the only reason Jason came here was to finish Bruce's supply of cookies.

"So old man, haven't seen you on the rooftops for a while."

"Jason, I need to talk to you." Bruce said, trying to change the subject, because no way, will he tell Jason that he was on a break.

"What about?" Jason asked as he grabbed more and more from the jar.

Bruce took a deep breath. "How did you know about Zitka?" He asked, noticing that Jason stopped chewing.

"Damian told me a few days ago about how you told him that Zitka belongs to you." Bruce continued. "He told me that you told him about your parents."

Jason remained silent. The cookie still in his hand. Jason wasn't looking at Bruce, which means that he was hiding something.

"As far as I'm concerned Jason, your mother was a drug addict." Bruce told him. His coffee was almost getting cold.

"Well the brat had one rough mama already," Jason defended. "I wouldn't want him thinking that all mothers are horrible."

This wasn't sufficient explanation for Bruce. "Still, how did you know about Zitka, as far as I'm concerned, you considered Dick as the 'golden child' am I correct?"

Jason glared at him. "You don't know anything about my relationship with Dickiebird then. That guy is a total chatterbox that even I can't help but listen to him babble about his life story all day."

One more, Bruce thought. One more question that I need answered and I can be able to drink my coffee.

Huh, maybe Tim got his coffee addiction from him. That's not good.

"You know, I recently learned that you stopped killing criminals. Is that true Jason?"

Jason nodded. "I was tired to see all the blood anyway. I mean, it had me thinking of something stupid like, 'What about their families?' and other stuff." He said. "We wouldn't want Gotham being turned into a Robin factory wouldn't we?"

Bruce paid no attention to his last statement.

Jason continued eating his cookies as Bruce finished his coffee. He continued to observe Jason.

There was something different about Jason today.

Maybe it's just the cookies. Bruce thought. Jason loves bread so much anyway.

This is probably one of the shortest chapters.

Anyway, please review and I hope that you liked this chapter!