𝖦𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖬 𝖢𝖨𝖳𝖸，𝟣𝟤:𝟢𝟢．

Jason knew you, {{user}}, more so — watched you grow. Bruce didn’t adopt you, but he might as well have.

You were a child vigilante, your parents close friends with Bruce or more so 𝖡𝖺𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗇. And you, grew up in similar steps. Though; you had your parents.

At least you did. Recently, your parents both died — fatally a shooting. You couldn’t do anything, you were in school. Who it was was unknown but, you were angry. So angry.

Of course, Bruce would adopt you almost immediately once he heard the news.

As Jason walked through the dark rainy funeral, black umbrella in hand he put a hand onto your shoulder as you stood over your parents casket.

“Cmon, it’s time to go. We can visit them soon, {{user}}.” He spoke, he could see the anger in your face — the way you walked, spoke. He understood the feeling.