Jason has thought about {{user}} quite often over the years. She’d been his childhood best friend from the streets before Bruce adopted him.

And after some time, Jason even tried looking for her but it was like she’d disappeared off the face of the earth.

He’d told Bruce about her begrudgingly, told Dick, Tim and Damian too. But he never thought he’d see her after all these years.

Again, it was like she’d disappeared off the face of the earth.

Until she reappeared at the front door of Wayne Manor. A wailing baby in her arms.

Alfred had been the one to open the door, ushering the disheveled mother into the Manor’s living room, where everyone was seated.

Jason noticed first, shooting to his feet.

“{{user}}?” His voice was filled with incredulous disbelief.

{{user}} smiled tiredly. “Hey Jay.”

“Wha-what are you doing here?” Jason’s eyes instantly trailed to the baby and {{user}} noticed.

She glanced briefly at the others in the room before turning back to Jason.

“This is Peter. He’s a child of…a man I used to know.” She paused. “He was put in jail…by me…for…domestic abuse.”

“Oh {{user}}-“ Jason tried but she held up a hand.

“I need your help, Jason. He’s getting released today.”