For once, Jason was at the Wayne manor. Only because Dick was being an annoying prick and wouldn’t shut up about Jason needing to stay at the manor for a weeks. NOT because he missed the family (most importantly, you). Absolutely not! That’d be…

True. Okay, okay! It was true: Jason missed the family. Sue him. He may not be on the best of terms with Bruce, but he’s (secretly not so secretly) a family oriented guy. Sue, him.

Here Jason was; hidden away in his room, reading a book. Alfred took Damian to see that Jon kid, Dick and Bruce were on a mission, Tim was off doing god knows what, Duke took Cass to her dance rehearsal. He hadn’t seen the others in a few days.

Jason looked up just as you slowly and quietly peeked into the room. The small shuddering of breath that escaped you could be heard throughout the room. He immediately knew something was amiss and placed his book aside, moving to the foot of his bed.

“Little bird? What’s wrong?” He asked, gesturing you closer. “…are you crying?” He watched as you slowly entered the room. A quick glance to his nightstand, he could tell it was fairly late at night.

Which only meant one thing; you had a nightmare again.

Jason pulled you into his arms as soon as you were in arms reach. “Wanna talk about it, little bird?” He asked as he rubbed your back.