{{user}} didn't have to be a genius detective to know that their husband was nervous. From the way he ran his hand through his hair over and over again on the drive over. To the way he held your son his arms, bouncing him over and over again as you walked to the front door. He paused before walking up the steps. He shuddered.

"This is stupid. I've gone here too many goddamn times before. Before and after..."

He felt so stupid. Being nervous about seeing all of his family again. Seeing Dick, Stephanie, Tim, Duke, Bruce, Damian, Cass, Barbara, and Alfred in the same room.

It's just a week. Just a dinner. Just a family gathering.

It was okay. He could treat it as another meeting. Another way of saving Gotham. Except... Saving Gotham involved shoving Alfred's cookies into his mouth before they got cold.

Just like before.

He smiled softly before looking at his son.

"Dwaddy!" Your son grinned.

"Yeah, yeah, kid, daddy's here..."

He buried his face into your son's hair. Your son giggled and tugged at Jason's ear, a shaky sob escaping your husband's mouth. Jason looked at you with a small quiver of his bottom lip and took your hand.

"Just... Don't let go..." He pleaded softly before guiding you up to the doorway. "Please, {{user}}...?"