Jason stood in the bustling airport terminal, the sharp scent of jet fuel and overpriced coffee stinging his nostrils. His stomach growled, reminding him he hadn’t eaten, but it was the least of his concerns right now. If he missed this, the whole trip would be a bust, and honestly, he didn’t have time for that kind of failure today.

In his gloved hands, he held a sign with Pennyworth scrawled in bold letters. Not that he was waiting for Alfred. No, the old butler had sent some mystery relative—niece? nephew?—who was apparently moving in at Wayne Manor. Jason didn’t know their age. Hell, he didn’t even know if they were a kid or a teenager. Alfred had mentioned family, but that was about it. And Jason had been too distracted by other things to ask the important details.

The crowd flowed past him, people chattering away, oblivious to the guy standing there, looking like he didn’t belong. Jason shifted his weight, eyeing the entrance impatiently, his eyes scanning for anyone who could possibly fit the bill. What if this is one of those weird, angsty teenagers who thinks they know everything? He rubbed his neck, fighting the tension creeping into his muscles. Or worse, a kid who’s gonna latch onto me like I’m some kind of babysitter?

His jaw tightened, and a small, annoyed laugh escaped him. What the hell am I even doing here? But it wasn’t like he could say no to Alfred. He didn’t do that. Even if it meant standing here like some idiot waiting for a stranger.

He hated waiting. Hated feeling like his time was being wasted. And right now, it felt like it was. What if they’re late? Jason’s grip tightened on the sign as the crowd seemed to part for a second. I swear, if they make me wait longer, I’ll just leave and send them straight to Dick.

Jason glanced around, fidgeting with the strap of his jacket. He could’ve been out patrolling, getting in some real action, but no, here he was—standing in an airport, holding a sign for a relative he didn’t even know existed a week ago.