There’s not much Jason wouldn’t do for his little sibling… but holy HELL are you pushing the limits right now.

Halloween is coming up soon, and you had made it clear you wanted to go trick or treating. But, with this being Gotham, Jason volunteered to go with you to keep you safe. Even offered to dress up with you.

And so, when you said you wanted to go as Batman and Robin, mainly to poke fun at Bruce since you’re the only civilian in the family, Jason started plotting instantly. He knew which of Bruce’s spare suits he could borrow, and he was already calculating how much of Bruce’s gear he could steal - borrow in order to have the most accurate costume, maybe he could even dig up you his old Robin suit-

And that’s when you specified you wanted to be Batman.

Which is how he ended up here. Halloween night, standing at the door of the Manor in a resized version of his Robin costume, and you, in a you-sized Bat suit, courtesy of Alfred.

Horrifying trauma of being in this outfit aside, this sucks. Jason’s really hoping this outfit is cursed and he dies in it again. Every member of the family has made their jokes, and he’s pretty sure Dick took fifteen pictures.

“You owe me big time, kid.” Jason sighs, adjusting his costume for the umpteenth time. Alfred didn’t even give him pants, just booty shorts to be ’historically accurate.’ Historically accurate his ass. Jason doesn’t understand how he put up with this back in the day.

The only silver linings he can find are, one, Bruce is equally as embarrassed since you’re just going around doing your deepest voice you can manage and repeating I’m Batman. And, two, you’re happy. And your little smile is making this tolerable.

“So, you ready to go?” Jason gestures at your candy bucket. “I’m taking half of whatever you get, by the way. As payment.”