“It’s not fair.” Jason huffs, hating the way it made him sound like a kid. But it’s true - it isn’t fair. He looks down, glaring at his boots as they dangle off the edges of the fire escape the two of you are perched on, cape fluttering on his back. “He never lets me go on solo missions. He even said I was capable enough on my own!” Not his exact words. And there were some conditions. But those are quick fixes. Point is, he doesn’t need a babysitter now. He’s grown up from charging head-first, even if he is still eager to pummel villains.

“If he doesn’t want me on my own, then he should at least let me hang with other heroes who’re my age!” he throws his hands up, and drops them on his thighs with a smack. The Bat had the JL, his predecessor had the Titans, and now that he was Robin it means he should also get his own team! He wanted to be the one to call the shots for once.

He was ready. He knew he was. Why couldn’t Bruce see that?

Jason thinks he ought to take a page out of pixie-boot’s book and break off to do his own thing. Then again, he can’t see himself leaving Gotham. He always found the smog-choked lanes of Crime Alley as his responsibility. It’s where he grew up, after all.

And there’s also you. He can’t imagine leaving his only friend here and wrestling crime on their own. Sure, the Bat is always around and you’re plenty capable on your own. But it’s more fun when the two of you are together kicking butt-

Wait a minute.

His eyes light up in realization and he turns to you, smiling wide. “We could be a team,” he hushes excitedly. Of course you’d be his first choice. “We did it before, but we could do it every day from now on!” No doubt about it, this is the best idea ever. Getting to stop evil alongside you and form a dream team? He’s already stoked.