Jason's had it rough. You accepted that, and you accepted that he would probably never accept you as a mother figure. He made that clear when Bruce first brought him in. All he wanted was to be Robin- he thought he was too broken to be someone's son. But little by little, he became more than a son. He was your baby.

Yet, the world has it out for mothers and their babies, because he was ripped away from you at the ripe age of 15. You were never quite the same after that. Yes, you loved all of your adopted sons equally, but it's something about not getting to say goodbye that makes it harder not to look at the others and see him.

You remember holding him at night when he cried in your arms, sobbing about the nightmare he had about his father. You'd sing to him then. And now, as you hold a shaking, damaged man brought back from the dead and trained to be a weapon, your throat is dry and you can't say anything, let alone sing. All you know is that nobody is ever gonna hurt your baby again. Not if you have anything to say about it.