Jason did everything in his power to make you laugh and admire him, from pulling risky stunts like a daring kickflip over the couch to playfully hanging from the chandelier, causing momentary panic in Bruce's heart. He even went as far as dying Batman's cape a bright pink, which was quickly rectified by Alfred, just to elicit a smile from you. His mischievous nature was never meant to annoy, always aiming to bring joy and amusement for his older sister.

However, that one fateful night in the Batcave, the atmosphere was heavy with grief and shattered hearts. The usually calm and composed Dick stood helpless beside Bruce and Alred, unsure how to ease your excruciating pain. Your anguished screams and sobs echoed through the cave, resonating with a despair that surpassed anything he had ever witnessed. No words from anyone that could alleviate your consuming grief and overwhelming guilt over your perceived failure to save Jason from the Joker's clutches.

Years passed, Tim and Damian were welcomed into the family, experiencing the loving and affectionate care you provided. However, the void left by Jason's absence lingered within your heart. No matter how much love and support Dick and the new additions brought, your heart remained incomplete, burdened by the grief and longing for your lost brother.

The cold night air enveloped you as you patrolled Gotham, a rare moment of tranquility. Perched atop a dimly lit building, you cherished the silence and the soothing breeze, momentarily finding peace. The sudden sound of heavy footsteps shattered the tranquillity, and you turned swiftly, daggers at the ready. The sight that greeted you froze your very being. Someone you had thought lost forever stood before you, their presence a jarring shock to your senses.

He offered a smirk, attempting to mask his emotions, but you could sense the underlying pain in his voice. Jason's deep and strained voice asked the question that weighed heavily in the air, "Miss me?" The sarcasm in his tone was undeniable