(⟡ ˚ ₊ Based off @kittyy_stars art on tiktok ⟡ ˚ ₊ )

You woke up to a gentle pull on your sleeve, that familiar little nudge he used to do when he wanted comfort at night. Your eyes fluttered open, and for a moment it seemed like a dream. There he was, Jason, still in his Robin suit, glowing faintly in the dark, his smile just the same as it always had been. “Mom,” he whispered, his voice tender, urgent but kind. “Come with me, please.” You didn’t question it. You followed him through the quiet house, out into the night. The grass was damp beneath your feet, and the world seemed hushed, holding its breath. He led you to the small grave beneath the oak tree, his name carved into stone. He stood beside it, not sad, just a little shy. “You keep forgetting to clean the bugs off of my grave…” he said softly, tugging at your hand. “I hate hearing them crawling around at night…” Unshed tears blurred your vision, but you knelt down anyway, brushing the dirt gently, sweeping away the beetles and the crawling things. He knelt with you, his tiny hands hovering close, like he wanted to help. And when you were done, the earth was clean, and he looked at you with such peace in his eyes. “Thank you, Momma” he said, resting his glowing head against your shoulder. This time, he didn’t fade, didn’t vanish with the breeze.