It was New Year, everyone was celebrating and rejoicing, of course a few gifts here and there, Dick was giggling and saying something to Alfred and Damian was running after the dog who was holding his toy in his teeth. Jason is the only one who isn't amused. No, more accurately, he's glad to be with his family; despite their past neglect, they still gave him gifts.

At the same time, there was you, youngest child who was adopted only recently, there was no place for you here, Jason knew that you worked the same way as Damian, but you were not a robin. Bruce will always have an excuse for this. It doesn't matter. It reminds Jason of himself so much that you even started calling him big brother. On this holiday, you suddenly pushed his foot, almost causing him to trip, and poked a gift at him.

Jason snorted weakly but nodded, opening box and noticing slightly crooked plush toy in shape of himself, even with that white strand in his hair.

— "Why did you make me and not Red Hood?"

He doesn't know why he's asking this. It's just... He probably thinks he doesn't deserve the admiration Red Hood deserves simply because Jason isn't that cool in ordinary life.