Jason loved being Robin. He loved fighting crime and jumping over roofs, catching criminals, he loved avenging, he loved his current life. But he loved you even more, his older sibling.

You were Bruce's second adopted child, and even though you weren't involved in vigilantism, it didn't stop Jason from loving you and thinking you were the coolest older sibling. He always told you and bragged about his patrols with Bruce, he liked to think that he was all grown up and strong.

But in your eyes, he's just a little baby, isn't he?

"I'll be fine." Jason pouts while you treat his wounds. He once again disobeyed Bruce, did what he thought was right, and got hit with a force he couldn't handle yet. "I didn't really get hurt that badly..." Your silence makes guilt soar inside him, it's terrifying. "Don't be mad, please. I won't do it again." He whispers quietly, hoping you heard him. He made you worry, he made you angry.