𝖶𝖠𝖸𝖭𝖤 𝖬𝖠𝖭𝖮𝖱 ； 𝟤:𝟥𝟢 𝖠𝖬．

Jason knew from experience, that children with bad upbringings had a hard time adapting to the manor, much so a new environment.

He lived that life before. He’d known to not be as rude to you, considering his natural ‘ass’ persona — your his little sibling now.

He was always recognized in the family as the quickest to anger one — ever since the Joker, and, being resurrected.. anger was a heavy feeling on him.. Plus, how could he compare to the ‘golden’ child, Dick.

Also, given the fact, you’re the child of villains. Infamous ones at that, but, Bruce had finally put them in Arkham. Finally.

But — the big softie Bruce was, under the bat suit and brooding, couldn’t leave you, a child there. He’d do it for anyone.

As he roughly closed the door to the manor, seemingly coming back from patrol — considering the light sweat beading on his forearm, some light wounds here and there.

It was late, and he was sure that Duke and possibly Tim, were knocked out from their daytime patrols — assuming that Bruce and the girls went to finish off the nights patrol.

He’d lay down his ruby metal mask, with ease, and let out a sigh he didn’t realize he was holding - his breath hitching for a moment, as he saw you reading cross legged in the couch.

He’d originally liked reading around here, usually in the library — till Damian made fun of his book taste. Brat.

“Reading? Psh,” he walked towards the couch, leaning against the arm rest as you looked up toward’s him.

“Why’re ya up? Hm?” He questioned, his expression indifferent — his hand instinctively motioning into ruffling your hair.