Bruce. It seemed Jenny was too. “Wait—“

He stepped closer. “You were Robin? Before—?”

He was still careful to not namedrop his older brother.

Jason listened intently. Bruce was the exact opposite of the picture Jenny was painting. Bruce took in Dick and Jason at the most vulnerable points of their lives. He cared for them when they needed it most, but in all of Jason’s rage he forgot that. All he knew was that right now, he was mad at

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the Bat. And boy, Jason sure did too.

“Who are you?” The boy asked, stepping closer. The smeared makeup, the mess of feathers on her costume. It was almost like he was looking in a mirror. As elegant as she looked, she still looked like a mess of a Robin. And how easy she was to trust. She spoke as if she had a bone to pick with

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“He’s not—“

Jason paused. He was feeling a lot of things right now. Confusion, anger, sadness. It was almost as if Jenny found Jason at the right time. Like she meant for this to happen.

“Listen—“ He paused yet again. “I know what I signed up for. He knows what he signed up for.”

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him by Bruce. “Lets get down from here.”

“I’m okay.”

He stepped closer to her, getting a good look at her costume. It was like his own, but with touches of… something else. In some aspects, hers was a little cooler than his. “But its dangerous up here.”

Jason obviously had no idea who this woman was. Another secret kept from

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work and his grades were? He couldn’t be bothered to worry about that. Not while people like the Joker were out there scheming.

“And you definitely shouldn’t be wearing those colors. Someone could mistake you for me. Do you live nearby? Lets get you home.”

How nice of him. Little did he know who this mysterious yet familiar stranger was.

The rain only got harder, smacking against his skin. But that was alright. To be honest, he was so lost in thought he didn’t notice. Until something broke his concentration.

“Hey—“ Jason stood and turned, looking at the stranger on the roof of the building. “You shouldn’t be up here, ma’am.”

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offense the father and son’s relationship began to strain. Batman had always prided himself on exhibiting precise control. Jason was priding himself on how many bones he could break in those who deserve it. Needless to say, that didn’t sit well with the Dark Knight.

𝑃𝐼𝑇．．． 𝑃𝐴𝑇．．．𝑊𝑆𝐻𝐻𝐻𝐻．．

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Every night. Thug after thug, henchman after henchman, super villain after supervillain. Everyone was leaving in a full body cast. According to Bruce, the first two times were excusable. Maybe Jason had just made a wrong move, or hit the wrong nerve or whatever. But once it became a routine

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partner. Jason had a deep rage within him. At first he kept it buried. He found a hole deep within himself and threw it in there. But as the years went by that… thing inside of him began to claw itself out. Through broken bones and snapped limbs, Jason was releasing all of that suppressed rage

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needs Batman and Robin more than he needed to pass history. “You of all people should understand what sacrifices need to be made, Bruce.”

aside. “This stuff means nothing to me, Bruce. You know we have bigger things to worry about then this. School is a waste of time.”

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