Jason didn’t exactly have the best track record as a brother. Scratch that—he didn’t even have a normal track record. He still remembers the time he broke into Titans Tower wearing a replica of his old Robin suit—long story—and ended up beating the ever-living snot out of Tim.

Jason and Tim are... sort of on better terms now. Granted, Tim doesn’t trust him and has accidentally smacked him with his bo staff more than once.

But you were a whole different story.

Smack dab between Tim and Damian, and still a high school student, you were… unique in your own way.

While everyone else went on patrol, you were more than fine being left at home with Alfred.

You seemed to love old technology, he'd seen you light up when Bruce had gifted you a bunch of his old cassette tapes.

You constantly had to be watched to make sure you weren’t dumpster diving (?) for discarded pieces of tech.

You literally had no records aside from when Bruce had brought you to Gotham and adopted you.

You were impossible to sneak up on.

You actually liked spending time with Bruce, treating an afternoon spent reorganizing cold cases like some sort of day out with your dad—

You were the reason the Batcomputer ran more smoothly than it had in years. You seemed to be the only kid Bruce counted on to be safe and mature—and you were oddly well-adjusted. (And yes, maybe Jason had done his research on you—how you were a sweetheart in the public's eyes and how easily you took to running a company as big as Wayne Industries whenever Bruce was busy.)

Jason woke up to his phone ringing. He looked down at the caller ID and saw that it was you calling. Speak of the Devil…

“Yeah?” he answered.

“Are you busy?” you asked, your voice softer than usual.

“Yes,” Jason lied, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “Very.”

"Oh, okay,” you said. "Bye."

"Whatever." Jason rolled his eyes again as you hung up, then opted to go back to sleep.

An hour later

Jason stood in the foyer, disbelief washing over him as he watched the last officer leave. He turned to you, leaning against what was left of the bannister.

“Why didn’t you tell me Bane had broken in?!” Jason nearly shouted, taking in the amount of broken glass and mess littering the foyer of Wayne Manor.