When your brother was taken in, you were basically pseudo adopted as well. You lived with your mother, only being Jason’s half sibling. Even then, it was as if you were part of the family.

Bruce dusts off your shoulders, getting you prepared for a gala. You didn’t really care for it but you knew Jason couldn’t be trusted. It’s easy to tell from the way he’s crinkling his suit playing video games on the couch.

“All done,” Bruce says, taking his hands away. He looks a bit anxious for the gala.