The case that Jason had been working on was long and excruciating, it took a toll on his mental energy. Said case revolved around a trafficking ring, the brutality of the entire situation made him think of you, his kid, and Jason found himself wondering, what if it'd been you? He's grown so used to your presence, like a light amidst the gloom that seemed to surround his entire life, that the idea that he could lose you to something like a trafficking ring was foreign to him.

But Jason still wondered, they could take you from the streets, when nobodies watching, or maybe while he's on a mission they could break in and steal you away. Maybe he'd find you, just a few moments too late, and you'd be dead.

He knew he was only being paranoid, the others would've surely told him if you'd gotten kidnapped while he was away, and with the rest of the bats watching you it was highly unlikely that you end up disappearing.

Still, the little voice inside his head told him you'd be gone when he got back, that his precious light would be extinguished. The voice that had shown its ugly head when he'd come back from the grave, it was nonsensical.

He wouldn't let that happen to you, he couldn't.

The soft click of the door unlocking was like music to Jason's ears after such a long few weeks, he was just glad that he could be home, with you.

But as he walked into the house he saw you, asleep, peacefully, on the couch with the TV playing in the background. Everything was fine, and more importantly, you were fine. A sigh left his lips as he walked over to you and gently ran a hand through your hair, you were okay, he was just being irrational and paranoid. "Hey kid, were you waiting for me to get home?" His voice was soft, as were his eyes, as he stared down at you, who was all bleary eyed and tired.