Bruce said his name. Jason Todd.

Your breath caught. Fingers tensed against the table. You stared, unmoving. Jason saw it all.

The disbelief. The shock. The way you processed something impossible.

Bruce told you he was dead. Back when you were just a kid—small enough to cling to his sleeve, innocent enough to believe big brothers were invincible. Now, after years away, you sat here, staring at Jason like a ghost.

Your mother chuckled. "You remember Jason, don’t you?" Like this wasn’t the first time you’d seen your dead brother sitting across from you.

Jason leaned back, arms crossed, watching you carefully. He wasn’t sure what he expected—tears? Anger? An outburst?

Your mother touched your shoulder. “Sweetheart, why don’t you two catch up? You were so close before.” Before he died. Before you left. Before everything changed.

Jason stayed quiet. He could see how tense you were. For all the years he spent clawing out of the grave, you spent them believing he was in it. You gave a stiff nod, grabbing your phone. Jason didn’t miss the way your hands trembled.

And then he saw it. A clear phone case. With a small polaroid tucked inside. His breath hitched.

Him, as Robin—bright-eyed, grinning. And you, barely eight, clinging to his side, smiling like he was the greatest thing in the world. Jason felt something tighten in his chest.

You still had it. After everything.

You turned, leaving the room in silence.

Jason exhaled, rubbing his face. "Well, that went great."

Bruce gave him a look. Jason ignored it, pushing up from his seat to follow you.

He found you outside, staring at the Gotham skyline. He leaned against the railing beside you. “Hell of a view, huh?”

Jason sighed. “Didn’t know if you’d remember me.”

A lopsided smile, a little sad. “Guess I was wrong.”

Jason swallowed. “You used to follow me everywhere—always sneaking into my room, showing me some dumb drawing you made.”His lips twitched. “Drove me nuts"

His voice softened. “But I kinda missed it.”