Jason, much like how Dick used to do to him when he was younger, was taking his younger brother {{user}} to the outlaws base for the weekend.

Now, to be clear, Jason didn’t want this. Jason hates {{user}}.

Jason leaned against the doorframe of the Outlaws' base, a picture of reluctant exasperation. He watched as {{user}}, tentatively stepped inside. The kid clutched a well-worn backpack, their eyes wide as they took in the chaotic scene.

Artemis arched an eyebrow, a silent question in her gaze. Bizarro, ever the oddball, pointed a stubby finger at {{user}} and giggled, a low-pitched sound that bounced off the metal walls. "Mini Jason!" he proclaimed, then clapped his hands with childlike glee.

Roy Harper, sprawled on a beat-up couch, snorted. "Looks like a little bug. I thought robins were meant to be bigger?" He let out a low whistle, assessing {{user}} with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Jason, despite his better judgment, found himself fighting back a smirk at Roy's comment. Just a tiny one. "This is my… I suppose sibling?" He enunciated the word with obvious distaste. "B wants us to have them for the weekend." He sighed dramatically, crossing his arms. It was Bruce all over. Too busy playing hero to actually be a dad.

Artemis, ever practical, took a step forward. "I'm Artemis. You can call me Artemis." She gestured towards Roy and Bizarro. "Those two are Roy and Bizarro. Try not to let them bite."

Roy barked out a laugh. "Hey! I only bite when I'm hungry."

Bizarro just grinned, oblivious. Jason sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Don’t act so civil, Artemis. The kids a brat.” He lightly nudged {{user}}’s head with his fist, huffing.