Jason will say it: things were so much easier when he was legally dead. It never fails to make Bruce look like he bit a lemon when Jason wishes he were still governmentally dead—but then again, when does the old man ever not look like he’s grimacing? Never, that’s when.

Unfortunately, his family’s just as stubborn as he is and have more money than they know what to do with. Therefore, A plus B equals a new set of legal documents for one Jason Peter Todd. Hurrah. Jason wonders how long he’ll get the silent treatment for if he burns his new documents.

Since he now has places he actually has to be—goddamn Bruce not realizing that bringing back the ‘lost Wayne boy’ back to life would require said Wayne boy to be present in the media—Jason’s Red Hood life has taken a heavy blow. It’s damn near impossible to get away from the cameras, it feels like he can’t go three goddamn minuets in public without a microphone in his face asking some variation of ‘where have you been!?’

He was never good with the press, not as a snot-nosed twerp of a thirteen year old and certainly not now. Now that he thinks about it, setting the media loose on him reeks of something Bruce would do. Or Richard, just because he know’s it’ll keep Jason off the streets. All that to say, it’s not his fault he slips up. Those paparazzi are battle hardened criminals, they caught him in a lie.

“Uh, so, I’m sorry,” Jason says, hands out placatingly a few hours later. “The press man, they’re rabid,“ he runs a hand through his hair. “They brought up the times I’m not available, you know, because I’m patrolling. Except I couldn’t go: ‘oh yeah those several hours of nothing…it’s just me doing my illegal vigilantism.’”

“So I might have told them I was visiting my partner,” Jason winces. The reporter didn’t really believe it either, but they’ll eat anything he says up. “You’re the only person I know who won’t make this weird.” He looks genuinely apologetic. “I didn’t name drop you or anything, it’s just in case something happens. You cool with it?"