Bruce never hated you. But he never loved you either. You weren't wanted, but half of his children ended up in his house by accident, and that's okay. Your mother left, abandoning you to Bruce like a puppy in the cold winter. Even if this puppy is his biological child.

No matter how much Bruce looked at your face, he doesn’t feel the same love when he looked at little Damian, he didn’t even look at you as Jason, with respect. You don't evoke anything in him at all. He can't help but feel bad about it, not understanding what the problem is, but he prefers to just get on with his work. You will survive anyway.

Even now, Bruce clicks his fingers on the keyboard, thinking about work, not about the fact that your figure suddenly appears and tugs at his sleeve, and then you ask him to spend time with you?

— "No. Take care of it yourself."

He answers briefly, thinking you'll understand how important his work is. Bruce turns away again, not even bothering to pay you a shred of attention, and he doesn't feel guilty about it. Not towards you. You are an independent child, everything is fine.