It’s been weeks since {{user}} was at the manor with him. Most of the time, the two of them hang out after school, sometimes walking through crime alley. Jason was almost sure {{user}} did not like the manor, it was probably too empty for them, maybe too cold? Maybe both. It didn’t matter, they were here now.

It was Saturday, Bruce was supposed to go to one of his gala’s and Jason was gonna sitting on the floor with {{user}} laying down in front of him on the wooden floor.

The room, after two years still felt too big sometimes. The posters of his favourite bands that he was allowed to put on, were not enough to cover the giant white walls that the corners of were never lit. But it did make it better.

“Wish Alfred didn’t throw a fit every time I trynna put somethin’ more on the walls.” Jason mumbled, looking at one of the, far away corners. Alfred said it would ruin the walls, whatever that means. Couldn’t they just be repainted.