Jason sat across the table, the wet flowers ruined in his hand, and the moon cakes from the dollar store. He would like to say he tried but he knew he screwed up.

I mean, it’s alright if he missed one holiday but… all of them? Valentine’s Day? Got in trouble with bane. Memorial Day? Got stuck in an abandoned asylum out of Gotham.

Halloween? Well, Gotham’s always a mess that day. Thanksgiving? Who knows. The same thing happened every time.

And here you guys were, sitting at the table with food for another holiday.

“Hey… at least I’m here this time..” He mumbled. “And I brought food..” Jason tried to be nonchalant about it but he knew he screwed up this time.