Jason’s life never seemed to be predictable or ever slowed down, and he never showed it, but he felt incredibly guilty that he couldn’t be the best father to you.

You were basically being raised by Bruce and Alfred, but Jason was at least going to try, knowing he was missing out on you growing up and so, it was his main goal to be there more often.

So, coming to the manor, walking into the living room with Bruce, little ol’ you was sitting with Alfred who was trying to help you learn more words given you just started talking, and you looked right at Bruce, your tiny arms shooting up with a bright smile as you squealed happily.

”Daddy!”

Jason’s world felt like it was crashing when you called Bruce ‘daddy’, realizing just how much he messed up…