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Jason was having a shit day.
It started with his favorite donut place being shut down. So he skipped breakfast.
His morning went downhill from then. Dick kept pestering him to go over to the manor. Finally he agreed after the 100th text,just to get everyone off his back.
Bruce called him 5 times. Jason ignored every single one. He was going to the manor later,they would chat then.
His phone was actually going off all day with texts from family. Jason didn't check it. He was too busy trying to take down a human trafficking ring.
It took all day to gather information to pinpoint who was the head and where to find them. By the time patrol rolled around Jason was tired and hungry.
And very cranky.
He crept into the man's apartment. He thought about just shooting him, but no. Because he was trying to be better.
Instead Jason woke him up and threatened him. Which,to him, was peak comedy.
He made a few more stops and completed his necessary tasks before stopping for the night.
He paused on a rooftop,staring over Gotham. He sighed before checking the time.
When he brought out his phone he had like a million messages. Okay, what was up? Was today a holiday? Did he forget a birthday. He glances at the date. August 16.
Oh.
Its his birthday. Oops. He chuckled to himself. Who forgets their own birthday?
He goes through all the messages. When he's done he feels like crying. Everyone remembered. He finishes at the same time he feels a presence on the roof.
"You never called me back."
Jason grimances. "Sorry about that."
Bruce goes over to his son. He hesitantly puts an arm on Jason's shoulder. "Happy Birthday Jaylad."
Jason smiles. "Thanks old man."
"Everyone is waiting for you back home. Alfred made your favorites."
"Is there any cake?" Jason asks.
"Of course. Damian is getting impatient waiting for you to blow out the candles. "
"Geuss we better hurry."
Bruce smiles. "Lets go home son."