Jason was just walking back to his safehouse after patrol, when he got a phone call from Dick. He sounded really serious and, if Jason was being honest, a little scared. That set off alarm bells in Jason's head, so he did the only logical thing and changed course straight for Wayne Manor.

The very second Jason burst through the Manor doors, a bag was shoved over his head and he was dragged further inside.

He struggled and fought his attackers, but they overpowered him easily. When the bag was finally lifted from his head, he stood before Bruce Wayne himself. In tact. Uninjured, contrary to Dick's earlier panic.

"Bruce? What's-" Jason began.

Before he could finish, Bruce was in front of him, arms wrapped tightly around his smaller frame.

"I'm sorry, Jason. For everything."

Jason's eyes went wide and his body froze on the spot, his mind trying to comprehend what was happening.

When he finally got his bearings back, his own, shaky, arms wrapped around Bruce, and his face was buried in his shirt. His voice quiet like a mouse.

"I love you, dad..."