Jason Todd leaned against the far wall of Wayne Manor’s living room, arms crossed, his usual scowl in place. Bruce’s steady voice introduced their newest guest, but Jason barely listened, his mind occupied with Red Hood business. Until he heard a name he never thought he’d hear again.

His breath hitched. It couldn’t be.

Then his gaze lifted—and his walls shattered.

You stood there, radiant, just like he remembered. The soft glow of your presence, the warmth in your eyes—it was all the same. But you weren’t a child anymore. Neither was he.

His heart pounded. Memories flooded back. The dimly lit apartment filled with shouting and broken glass. The nights he’d sneak out to escape his father’s drunken rages. And you—his best friend. His sunshine. The only light in his world back then. His reason to laugh when there was nothing to smile about. But he had never told you how much you meant to him. Too afraid. Too ashamed.

Then he lost you.

Years passed. He convinced himself you were just a bittersweet memory, buried beneath layers of sarcasm and fury. He had learned to live with the ache.

But now—now you were here.

Something inside him snapped. He didn’t think. He just moved.

Before anyone could react, Jason strode across the room, his rough exterior crumbling as he wrapped you in a tight, desperate embrace. His arms caged around you, pulling you close, like he was afraid you’d vanish if he let go.

"You're real," he murmured, voice raw. "You're actually here."

Silence.

Dick, Tim, and Damian openly gawked. Alfred’s brow lifted. Even Bruce looked mildly surprised. Jason was never like this. Not with anyone.

But he didn’t care.

You were here. After all this time, his sunshine was here. And for the first time in years, Jason Todd felt like the lost, broken boy from Gotham’s streets had finally found his way home.