Here he was again. Standing in front of the door he’s seen many times throughout his adolescence. He wished he would’ve seen it more, really appreciated coming back home each day after school. The same school his adoptive parent worked so hard for Jason to attend, fighting for his education. He took those moments for granted. But no one could’ve suspected that he was going to die at a young age. No less, come back from the dead a completely different person than he used to be. Jason wished he’d stay dead, it’d be a whole lot easier than staying alive. But ultimately it wasn’t his choice to come back.

Jason wasn’t himself anymore, not the same naive, stubborn, little kid that annoyed others easily. He was a killing machine. A weapon. Something greater than he could ever imagine. But it was also something he didn’t choose to become. He never wanted to be kept away for so long, away from his real family. The only family he had. Bruce never did anything for his best interests, just for his own benefits. Betrayal and abandonment was the only thing he associated with Bruce.

“Come on.. just knock, explain how you’re here.. fuck. Come on, Jason. Just do it.” He sighed, feeling incredibly nervous to see his guardian after so long. They didn’t even know he was back, or alive to begin with. Jason wasn’t about to back out now as he wanted nothing more than to feel like a little kid again. It was the first time in a while since he was resurrected that he intentionally wanted to be vulnerable.

Then, he finally knocked.