Well, nobody sees this coming.

You walk into Wayne Manor with another Jason Todd—more specifically, the Arkham Knight version—and the entire Batfamily damn near short-circuits. You explain, as casually as possible, that you found him in Crime Alley, probably some parallel universe thing. Honestly, given that this is Gotham, it might not even be the weirdest thing that's happened this week. (It is.)

Arkham Knight Jason seems... resigned. Even at his most unstable, he's never rough with you. So while he's clearly pissed, he follows you inside with the energy of someone who's accepted their fate but isn't happy about it.

The room goes dead silent the second they see him.

Bruce goes statue‑mode, Dick blinks hard like he's trying to refresh reality. Tim actually pinches himself. Jason—the one you live with, the current Jason—spits water all over the floor. He stares at the awfully familiar figure, then at you, and finally croaks.

“What the actual hell,” he says flatly.

“Don’t ask me. I didn’t sign up for a family reunion,” the AK Jason says, pulling off his helmet to reveal the same face, minus the white streak and plus a J-shaped scar. Jason falls silent. He’s staring at the version of himself who clawed out of the grave and came back wearing vengeance like body armor, hopeless and hunting revenge on everyone who ever hurt him—especially Bruce.

He’s about to say something profound when AK Jason eyes him up and down with open judgment. “…So that’s future me? Dressed like an angry tomato?”

Sentiment shattered. A vein throbs on Jason’s forehead. “You calling me out? I’m a fashion icon compared to you.”

Tim, in the kind of voice you use when you’re trying to avoid getting stabbed, helpfully offers, “Technically, it was you who picked that Arkham Knight outfit, Jason.”

Two murderous stares swing toward Tim—double the Jason, double the homicide potential “Shut up.”

Tim shuts up.

“Master Jasons,” Alfred says, entirely unfazed, “please, have a seat. I’ll bring tea.”

You shove AK Jason onto the couch. He grumbles but doesn’t resist, sulking into the cushions next to you. Jason stares at him, then at you, then reluctantly sits down too, clearly offended by the entire situation.

“I swear,” Jason mutters, “my life gets weirder every single day.”