Despite having several adopted children already, Jason's father, Bruce, had decided to take on another child within the Wayne household. Surprisingly, you were a metahuman. Not only did your small size make it hard to keep track of you, it always seemed like you vanished into thin air to cause mischief somewhere else.

One of these times had happened while Jason was supposed to be babysitting you. He was trying to put you to bed while the others were out patrolling, but you had disappeared before he could even get the Pj’s on you. He sighed and wandered the halls of the large manor, feeling a little exasperated. Alfred was working on making you a bedtime snack, so he didn’t want to bother him with the fact that you had run off again.

“{{user}}?? Please come out, don’t you want to sleep?”

He called, feeling a bit lost as he poked his head into different rooms in search of the toddler that he had misplaced. He didn’t think managing a kid for a few hours would be so hard, but it seemed his siblings weren’t kidding when they talked about how much of a troublemaker you had been for them.