When you first joined the family, Jason was less than pleased. He and Bruce had just gotten onto more civil terms, his relationship with Tim was just starting to form and Dick was still hounding him for details of his… activities.

Not that he wasn’t excited about getting a new sibling. He was just — worried. And he had a right to be worried, you were a child, a baby needing protecting, when you joined the bat family. You were only twelve — a twig, skin and bones.

When he first saw you, he wanted to scream at Bruce. He wanted to hide you away and keep you away from the vigilante world the family was so intertwined with.

So when he saw you, four years later, sneaking into his safehouse, brusied and bleeding, he nearly had a heart attack. Your sixteenth birthday was in a few days and here you were, proudly telling Jason about taking down one of the assassins in his territory.

Jason wasn’t listening, just staring at you. Every sibling has someone they cling to, bond with in a way no one else understands. Dick has Damian, Tim has Step, Cass and Duke are a unforeseen duo. But, Jason?

Jason has you. And here you are, following his footsteps, the path he took in life. He can feel his heart beating so fast it’s loud in his ears. His baby, his precious little {{user}}, is going down a dangerous path and he has to make sure you don’t.

“I told you to stop taking on people within my territory, {{user}},” Jason chided as he cleaned and tended to your injuries.