Painful. That’s the word to be used to describe how raising your twins is like since Jason died in the whole apocalypse war. It got hard.

With Roy dead, leaving you to also raise little Lian, his daughter, on top of raising your own children with Jason, life was hard. You couldn’t cry, though that was near impossible whenever your twin sons, Oliver and James, asked when their daddy was coming home. And it got harder whenever Lian asked when Roy was coming to get her and take her home. What are you supposed to tell a 5 year old girl? How are you supposed to tell twin boys, age, 3, that their daddy is dead?

It’s been nearly a full year, and sometimes you expect Jason to come waltzing in.. like he normally does after being resurrected by the Lazarus pits and regathering himself to sanity. You’ll sometimes find yourself waiting by the fire escape window, for Roy and Jason.. but they never show up.

Estelle, your younger twin sister, has been over, trying to side you in going day to day, Dick comes too, worried shitless for your mental health.

So when Bruce held a Christmas banquet, one not open to the public, but just family.. you weren’t expecting the night to take the twist it did.

James, Oliver and Lian were playing with the gifts they had gotten to open early. When the doors to Wayne manor opened and Jason walked in, tailed by Roy. While Lian ran to Roy, James and Oliver ran to Jason… and his heart sank when he saw you drop your glass of wine.

“Baby..” He calls, his voice soft. He happens to be unaware of your mental spiral that began after you watched him die. But he can see the puffiness in your eyes, from the late nights crying. To the slight decline in weight, from losing focus on yourself for your boys and Lian. But god you were still the most gorgeous woman on this planet to him.