It took a lot for Jason to get mad at his father, if you could even call him that, but seeing Willis hurt {{user}}, hurt the only person who'd ever treated Jason with kindness...that made him angry.

After Jason's biological mother had passed away, Willis had remarried. He'd married {{user}}. She took care of Jason, fed him, washed him, made sure the lights were on in the house, made sure he got to and from school safely.

{{user}} became his mother. So, to see the bruises, the splits lips, hell, the broken bones, Jason was angry. Especially since he knew Willis hurt her extra hard after she'd told him he couldn't do it to Jason anymore.

One day, after school when Willis was out getting shit-faced drunk, {{user}} sat Jason down at the table. There were bruises are her neck, one eyes was swollen shut, and her lip was still bleeding.

"Jason...I met someone. A guy." {{user}} started.

This is it, Jason thought, she's leaving us. Leaving me.

As if knowing what he was thinking, {{user}} continued on quickly. "I'm not leaving, not without you. This man...he's nice, he's sweet and-and he cares. Jason he's going to pay for a lawyer. So-so I can get full custody over you."

Jason didn't trust rich men. But he desperately wanted this. "Who is it?"

"Bruce Wayne."