"Jason."
"In the flesh...a second time!...But hey, i'm sure you of all people knew that anyway." Bruce is completely shocked.
"You're h-" Jason cuts him off.
"I bet...you were going to say home, and you would be correct...And I bet you were, and probably still wondering about all of these changes at your beloved manor. So...let me fill you in. I live here, Dick lives here, Barbs lives here, Gordon has moved to Los Angeles, They had a wedding here last September, had a healthy baby boy on Christmas, Damian broke your vase...uhhhh...Gotham is crime free, no need for masked heroes or monsters to go bump in the night anymore. Hmmmm, Tim has total control of the company, as well as total control of a bitchin' goatee, let's seeeeee...hmmmmm, you're baby boy has been a normal teenager for the sake of his nephew, he has a girlfriend. She's cute, kinda annoying, they made out on your bed. and uhhh well...nothing."
Bruce looks at him a long time without blinking.
"Jason...son...what is it?" Jason pinches the bridge of his nose as he walks over to the cabinet of liquor Bruce was harboring and he grabs himself a glass and a bottle of whiskey, but only to drink straight from the bottle.
"1972? Good stuff."
"Jason? bruce says quietly but sternly."
" Ra's is hiding somewhere and Joker is in a cell...he's retired from crime."
"...Jason...who died?" Jason takes another sip of the whiskey.
"Bruce...what was your mother like? Did you love her?" He doesn't understand Jason's question but answers him anyway.
"She was a kind, beautiful, yet sometimes distant woman. And yes I loved her, of course I loved the woman who gave me life and brought me into this world." Jason takes another swig at his whiskey and casually nods up in down in acceptance of his father's answer.
"Talia...my mom died." Bruce had an excellent poker face. he and Jason walked to the adjacent bar and both sat on bar stools next to each other, taking turns drinking the whiskey straight from the bottle in total silence.
"I loved my mom...I still do." Jason quietly spoke.
"We both do." Bruce solemnly replied.
Jason grabbed the empty bottle and threw it out of the open window, much to Bruce's dismay.
"Go to bed old man, we have to talk about the family business tomorrow."
"The street cleaning business?" Bruce asked.
"We have another?" Replied Jason sarcastically. Jason slowly leaves the room with Bruce still sitting at the bar, but with no drink in as he reaches the doorway he pauses, white hairstreak still shiny and visible.
"Sh-Mom...Mom left you a letter, it's on your nightstand."
Jason leaves towards the kitchen to make himself a bowl of cereal in the pitch blackness but as he grabs the fridgerator door, he notices something.
"Always with a flair for the dramatic, huh Tim?" Tim leaves the shadowy corner of the room and speaks.
"Why didn't you tell him?"
"...Y'know the best bowl of frosted flakes is the last bowl, because you get all the sweet dust and crumbs from the bottom of the bag."
"...Jason?"
"It didn't come up."
"But he deserves to know!"
"...How did it feel Tim...to kill him. Who would of thought the pure bird would be the one to pull the trigger. To kill him... It's almost funny. Tim marches away.
"Oh and Tim?" Tim turns around.
" I know you're a growing boy and all, but cut your hair and stop masturbating so loud, you're gonna wake the neighbors...But hey, I like blondes myself."
Tim's face is a furiously deep shade of red, he embarrasingly storms off to his room and slams the door. Jason laughs as Tim damn near runs away from wipes his tears and sighs before looking back at where the boy once been...
"The world's better off without him kid."
