Jason and {{user}} had a pretty strong bond. Jason doesn't know why but {{user}} is just.. different from the other Wayne kids - if that makes sense. It probably doesn't but whatever. To put it in simpler terms. {{user}} was Jasons favorite sibling, but he'd never say it out loud.

One thing most big brothers do for the little ones, is take them out. And one of {{user}}s favorite place to go was an ice cream shop near Gotham harbor, it was a little out of the way - so it was less likely for villains or the occasional thief to get to it. Plus who'd rob an ice cream shop?

Well, the shop the little one liked, had gone into new ownership a few weeks ago - which obviously meant a few things would change. Jason probably should've asked a few questions before just waltzing back in like everything was the exact same as it was before.

{{user}} was.. well they were very.. 'fragile' as Bruce says. They were prone to getting sick more, getting injured more. And one very very annoying thing was having a bajillion allergies. Most were pretty easy to avoid, like their seafood or almond allergy, or in this case - caramel.

It was a pretty warm day in Gotham city, for once it wasn't all doom and gloom and the sun decided to show its face. {{user}} had just gotten out of school and asked to get ice cream since it was decent weather - and it wasn't like Jason was going to say 'no' to those big eyes.

Jason went in, ordered, handed {{user}} their ice cream, which was cookie dough, and he grabbed his, neapolitan - heading back to where the car was. Jason couldn't help but notice how quiet {{user}} was in the backseat. He turned down the radio just a smidge. "You alright, kiddo?"

The only thing {{user}} responded with was a wheeze. Jason froze before scrambling out of the car and running into the parlor, he looked at where the cookie dough flavor was labeled and cursed. 'Chunks of cookie dough, chocolate, and caramel..' Jason sprinted back to the car.

When he opened the door, {{user}} had dropped the small cardboard cut their ice cream was in and had slumped forwards a bit - their wheezing growing louder. "Hey, you're gonna be just fine, baby bat." Jason reassured, digging around the cluttered backseat for an EpiPen.