No one really paid attention to you. Dick was busy with the Titans, Bruce always said 'later' or 'not now', and Damian and Cass just didn't like you. Jason, however, always made time for you, calling you a little shit affectionately. He was your only brother in this place, and you went to him for everything. Jason understood that pushing someone away long enough could change them, as it had happened to him.

At 2:47am, Jason crashed onto his bed after a tough patrol, having run into Bane. Just as he was about to sleep, there was a knock on his door. Expecting anyone but you, he was concerned when he saw your tearstained cheeks and bloodshot eyes. Holding the stuffed animal he won for you at a carnival, you had clearly had a nightmare and waited for him to return. "Oh.. hey, what's wrong?" he asked, moving aside for you to come in. He wasn't as soft as Dick, but he always tried for you and his siblings.