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Jason Todd-Wayne rejoins polite society on a warm spring day against all his better judgment and with many not-so-polite objections. If pressed by his exceedingly nosy and meddlesome family, Jason would adamantly deny any and all suggestion that he is attending the wedding of his younger brother, Timothy, not only without coercion but with all the fondness and affection one would expect of a proud elder sibling.

The truth of his fondness, Jason would gladly take with him to his second grave. His relationship with Tim is one of complication, threaded with regret, guilt, and a lifetime of atonement that Jason has no one to blame for but himself. Despite the unpleasant and tumultuous beginnings of their relationship, Jason has come to regard the boy — now gentleman— as one of his closest confidants and friends. The pride that does swell in his chest at the sight of Tim’s joy and happiness, despite all the challenges he’s had to overcome in his twenty-and-one years, is not a thing often spoken aloud but understood by his brother nonetheless.

The result of such closeness is how Mr. Todd-Wayne finds himself, accompanied by the aforementioned exceedingly nosy and meddlesome family, a part of perhaps the most lavish and elegant wedding celebration Gotham has seen since the marriage of Bruce Wayne’s eldest, Richard Grayson-Wayne. Jason had been indisposed at the time of his older brother’s wedding, but the numerous retellings from the man himself whenever the anniversary approaches are enough that Jason feels he may as well have been there.

The Kent family is one of modest means, generations of proud, hardworking farmers. Mr. Conner Kent has not much to his name, but his character is ten times that of any of Tim’s previously overtly-determined suitors. Character, for all that it’s worth, does little to satisfy those in town who wish to tell tales for their own amusement. 

The rumors surrounding their courtship range from uninspired — “Clearly Mr. Kent is only after one thing.” — to abhorrent — “That Kent boy must have something impressive between his legs if even the older Mr. Wayne is willing to entertain such a preposterous match.” If Jason had chosen to re-introduce himself to the social circles of Gotham sooner, he is sure Bruce would have many apologies to make on his behalf were Jason to hear such things muttered before him. He is neither a patient nor forgiving man in the face of elitism, particularly when directed toward those he cares for.

Jason is no stranger to the rumors that are peddled by those with too much time on their hands and not nearly enough sense. Bruce has dealt with it longer and with far more grace than Jason ever will. From Dick’s ancestry to Jason’s ‘destitute’ upbringing, Bruce has been the center of Gotham’s gossip ever since he himself was orphaned. A tragedy that bred an incentive to build his own family, brought together through unfortunate and often traumatic circumstances, the full extent of which will never be known to the public.

Some rumors are mildly entertaining, while others make Jason’s teeth clench and skin crawl. Dick and Tim have more forbearance and decorum, but they also had not the fortune of an assumed death and miraculous ‘resurrection’ followed by an unspecified affliction to hide them from public appearances, as Jason has for the past six years. 

While Bruce’s charges cannot be shielded from such scrutiny, they do have the privilege of extreme wealth and inheritance to protect them from any real social consequence. No matter how distasteful the other socialites may find their upbringings and Bruce’s tendency to adopt rather than ensure a ‘true’ heir, his yearly allowance is ten times the amount of the next wealthiest man in Gotham — making him and all his chosen children quite untouchable. Jason thinks Gotham should be grateful that Bruce is not subjecting future generations to the ghastly inbred practices that the wealthy are so keen on upholding. 

That’s not to say that Alfred allows them to run amok in the streets of Gotham, but there is a fair amount of leniency when it comes to how they choose to live their lives. Jason in particular is grateful that his re-emergence into society is partially on his own terms. If it weren’t for Tim’s engagement, Jason would no doubt have found any excuse to continue putting off his public return. All things considered, he could not bring himself to miss another milestone in his brothers’ lives for his own comfort. Jason is not under any delusions that his excuses for declining any and all invitations will hold after today, but it was quite lovely while it lasted. Damian has already assured him that if they all must suffer, then so shall he, as the social season is upon them.

Despite the views of the aristocracy, the courtship of Tim and Kon was a flagrantly obnoxious love match. Jason had been present for their entire courtship, returning to the family while Tim regarded Kon as simply his closest friend, with the misconception he could not allow himself more than that. Kon had, rightfully so, taken a bit of time to warm up to Jason and his hardened exterior, especially after his treatment of Tim in the beginning. Yet, it was Jason who pushed Kon to begin courting his younger brother, assuring him that Tim had no desire to marry for status or elevation of station.

(They are after all presently at the top, just under those in line for the throne. Although, if Jason cared enough to ask, he is sure that Bruce had some distant royal blood in his veins with all that he inherited.)

Tim had confessed to Jason late one evening that he didn’t think himself suited to marriage, that with all the time he spent helping Bruce oversee their investments, properties, and charities, he had little time to dedicate to a partner. It was unsurprising considering how he was raised, often left alone in his father’s Crest Hill estate while his parents traveled the continent on any whim that fancied them. 

It was a tough line to toe for even Bruce, always oscillating between overbearing and isolating with Dick and Jason in their younger years, yet he seemed to have found his footing sometime between Tim and Damian. Jason was loath to admit it at times, but Bruce had aged well into fatherhood, even going as far as to ask forgiveness for his early failures with his older children.

Tim had an even larger martyr complex than their father, which Jason so helpfully pointed out to the younger man when he shared this confession. He thought himself undeserving of such ‘frivolous’ things as love, companionship, and affection due to wealth fulfilling all of his material needs. 

“Does this logic extend to your siblings as well?” Jason prodded, marking the page he was on and closing the book on the card table in front of him. Tim was seated across the study at his desk, not bothering to look up from the papers he was examining. “Is the demon brat as undeserving of companionship because of his station, or are you the only one in this household who must succumb to a life of solitude?”

The question caused a furrow in Tim’s brow. “No, of course not. Even someone of Damian’s constitution is deserving of such, should he ever wish to marry. I am simply stating that marriage for myself and myself alone seems unlikely and rather unnecessary,” Tim replied, still not meeting Jason’s eyes as he continued to scan the paper in his hands.

“Ah, that is where you are wrong again,” Jason objected, spreading his arms wide to emphasize his point, just barely restraining himself from putting his feet up on the table. “For love is always necessary; in fact, it is a necessity. Maybe not of the romantic variety for us all — I would be a hypocrite if I claimed otherwise, but you, Timmy, are more than capable of being quite the adoring and attentive partner. More difficult, yes, to find someone who is strictly interested in a love match for those of us with the privilege of wealth and status, but it’s not as unlikely as you may think.”

Tim finally raised his head to meet Jason’s gaze. “Is it not unfair to ask that of a future spouse? When I am late to bed and early to rise, when I sleep less and drink more coffee than is advisable, when I work long hours and spend all my free time with you lot. What life is that to share?” Tim professed with an edge to his voice Jason rarely heard. His expression was neutral, but there was something heavy behind his eyes. It was clear to Jason in that moment that Tim not only put much thought into his situation, but deemed himself unworthy in a number of ways.

“You must know that you are the best of us,” Jason urged, emotion unwillingly bleeding into his voice. He leaned forward, his fist clenched on top of the table. “Excluding Cass, of course. But for all the faults you have named, your virtues far exceed them. Your dedication to your work and to your family speak more for your character than you realize. Your determination and consideration, were it focused toward a partner, would make you perhaps the most attentive husband in Gotham. When you set your focus on a singular task, whether it be an assignment from Bruce or aiding someone in town, you handle it with the most care and diligence of anyone. A spouse would be no different.”

By the look on Tim’s face, he had not expected such a sincere and earnest reply from him. It is true that Jason keeps his feelings close to the chest, that he is far more comfortable letting his anger and frustration show than anything close to affection, never mind joy. But in this, Jason was adamant that Tim had gone far too long thinking so little of himself and what he could offer another.

“That is quite the assessment from you, Jay,” Tim smiled, small and almost shy. It made something in Jason’s chest shift. Tim never expected much from any of them, even after living with Bruce for the years he has. “If I did not know better, I would think you had a vested interest in my happiness.”

“I have a vested interest in securing my title as the most morose of the household. Between Bruce and I, there should be no more Wayne bachelors,” Jason argued, relaxing back into his chair. “It would be unseemly.”

“Unseemly?” Tim cocked an eyebrow, a teasing look in his eye. “I hadn’t realized you cared to defend the reputation of the family name.”

“I don’t and never will,” Jason retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. “But I am disavowing you from being so pitiful. You have to make some other trait the hallmark of your personality. Two lonely middle children would be too much for poor Dick’s heart to handle.”

“He’s too busy socializing Damian to take notice of my desolate love life,” Tim replied wryly. 

“You, my brother, far underestimate dear Dick’s ability to multitask and mother us all,” Jason smiled in turn. “But back to the subject at hand; your friendships outside these hallowed halls prove my point enough for me. Between Kon and Bart, you have made yourself quite the invaluable friend. A romantic partnership is not such a far leap from there.”

“Are you suggesting I look for affection in my established friendships?” Tim blushed unexpectedly, gaze dropping back to the papers in front of him.

Jason paused to consider. “My original point was to say you are quite adequate at taking care of others outside your family circle and have maintained close friendships for a number of years,” he explained. “However, if you see the potential for love in a friendship, then I can only encourage you further.”

“I cherish my friendships with Kon and Bart dearly,” Tim replied, his voice quiet but firm. “I would never expect anything more from either of them. Besides, Bart has been quite enamored with another.”

“Baby bird, I don’t think anyone would dare accuse you of expecting more than you are entitled from your friendships,” Jason said fondly. “And Kon? Has the farm boy found someone to plant crops with?”

“Don’t be crude, Jay,” Tim chided. “Despite his flirtatious nature, Kon has never returned the interest of any potential matches. Or at least that he has told me.”

Jason hummed in acknowledgment. “Well, that sounds familiar.”

“Do not give me that look,” Tim all but whined. “For all that you complain about the others meddling in your life, here you are.”

“I am not meddling,” Jason defended. “I am simply stating my observations.”

Jason did in fact meddle, but he would offer no apologies for it. A lot of good it did him when the result involved having to attend such a public and high-profile event. Jason wasn’t above gloating in the face of his family when proven right — yet doing so would betray his true feelings toward his brother, and that would be a devastating blow to his reputation.

The wedding ceremony itself was simplistic but lovely nonetheless. The guest list was limited to immediate family and only the closest of friends — even so, the Wayne side filled up two whole rows. It was a quiet and intimate moment for Tim and Conner to pledge themselves to each other, in front of those they cherished most. 

Jason found himself quite moved, although if he was being honest that was unsurprising. He had always been partial to romantic notions and happy endings, even if he had long ago abandoned any desire of that for himself. Tim was happy, joy radiating outward in a way that was almost infectious. He often prided himself on his ability to school his expression and give very little away. Today, it seemed like all of those walls had been broken down, at least for a little while.

The expression on Bruce’s face was one that Jason would not soon forget. The man was rarely open with his emotions, but it seemed that not even he could deny the unabashed pride and contentment forcing their way out in his eyes and slight smile.

Later in the evening, Tim’s expression becomes more reserved and Bruce’s own changes into the over-enthusiastic and charming persona he has taken up to protect them as best he can. If it were up to his brother, the ceremony would conclude with a midday meal at the Manor for the now-joined families and a quiet evening of entertainment amongst themselves. However, the price of a marriage of this kind requires Mr. Brucie Wayne to play into the hands of society and try to control the narrative the best he can.

Bruce has no intention of balking in the face of ugly gossip and deemed the best course of action to integrate Conner rather quickly into the social circles that Tim grew up in, to show the rest of Gotham there is no shame or scandal here. While Jason would admit that the reasoning was sound, neither he nor the grooms — nor most of their siblings — were looking forward to the production and showmanship required of a social event hosted at Wayne Manor. Jason had spent the last few years avoiding such events for hours on end in the library of his choice, far removed in a separate wing, just barely able to hear the echoes of music.

Bruce, the calculating mind that he is, had multiple contingency plans in place to ease Jason’s anxiety as much as he could, given the circumstances. Jason could retire after the wedding ceremony or at any point in the evening to his cozy corner of the library. However, Bruce rationalized if Jason made his debut tonight during a celebration focused on Tim and Kon, then the two parties would likely divert the attention of the guests. Neither Jason nor Tim would receive the full brunt force of the gossips — at least for one night.

Jason agreed it was the only scenario that gave them both some reprieve and the least he could do for Timmy, who, while well-versed in the practice of charming the public, always seemed to be emotionally expended after such events.

The evening goes along moderately quickly, Jason thankfully dances only with Cass and Steph. He still remembers some steps, but his movements are stiff and unpracticed. Cass and Steph correct him subtly, both beaming at him in their own ways. He is not quite sure why dancing with him is such a special occasion, but allows it regardless. 

After multiple missteps during his fifth dance, Cass brings her arms across her chest with her palms flat pressing lightly downward on her collarbones, signing relax.

Jason smiles slightly, touching his right-hand flat to his chin and moving the same hand forward to Cass, signing thank you.

Jason moves toward the back of the ballroom. It takes most, if not all, of his self-restraint not to lean against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Dick and Wally find him after they finish the dance and attach themselves to him for most of the night — something that even Jason can not bring himself to outwardly oppose. Not when Dick is the most charming and witty of them all, his charisma even outshining Bruce when he smiles.

Bruce has chosen to stay close to Tim and Conner for the night, politely declining any invitation to dance, using Damian by his side as his excuse. The happy couple seem to be weathering the storm adequately, although Kon’s expression gives more away. He looks slightly overwhelmed, but his eyes never seem to stray far from Tim for longer than a few moments.

Dick fields the questions from those that approach them — some subtle, others just shy of offensive — about Jason’s health that has kept him more or less a recluse. No one outwardly comments about the change in his appearance, other than how much he’s grown since they last saw him, what a ‘real gentleman’ he is now. It’s not hard to notice the not so subtle lingering glances at the white tuff of hair above his forehead, stark against the rest of his raven black curls and the scar that divides his eyebrow running along the side of his face to the top of his cheekbone.

Dick gives no specifics but rather spins an overzealous, if not slightly sincere, tale about how grateful he is that Jason feels well enough to attend their brother's wedding celebration. It’s expertly done and Jason is brought back to a time when Dick did the same for him when he was first taken in by Bruce, protecting him against disdainful stares and underhanded comments. It took many years and countless social events for Jason to speak even remotely as elegantly as Dick and Bruce. Even then, he never felt comfortable speaking freely in front of mere acquaintances.

There aren’t a lot of people who give Dick pause in public — his opinions inside the private quarters of the Manor are a different matter altogether — but he is trained enough in politeness never to balk at another, especially one of the wealth and status of Mr. Oliver Queen. It thus surprises Jason that, when Mr. Queen approaches the three of them, both Wally and Dick stiffen. 

The smile on Dick’s face doesn’t falter, but Jason knows his older brother well enough that his demeanor reads nothing but discomfort and apprehension. The smile on Wally’s face looks much less genuine and more pinched, as he moves closer to Dick’s side, pressing their shoulders together in a gesture of support.

Jason is no stranger to the intricate politics played by the elite; subtle comments and gestures that convey something unspoken. That aspect of high society has always been a challenge for him, and it seems his time away has dulled what little skill he had obtained. The context and history behind Dick’s behavior is utterly lost on him. Jason wonders for a moment if he should politely excuse himself, but he has always been a curious creature, and any person who makes Dick react that way is someone Jason is not keen on taking his eyes off of.

“Mr. Queen, what a pleasant surprise,” Dick greets the older man with a smile, all signs of his previous discomfort have evaporated. “We’re so glad you were able to attend.”

“Congratulations to your family, Mr. Grayson,” Mr. Queen replies. His face shows a smooth, charming smile, but nothing about it puts Jason at ease. “Apologies for having missed your own wedding celebration. Mr. West, marriage seems to be treating you well.”

Jason wants to scoff at that comment. The West family is not one of significance in status or wealth, but Wally was raised by his aunt and her husband, who do not possess the same generational wealth that befalls both the Wayne and Queen families. However, Mr. Allen’s groundbreaking scientific research and publications have brought the family much recognition and respect over the last decade. Bruce, while not overly fond of Mr. Allen’s enthusiastic temperament, has always appreciated progressive thinkers and those willing to push the boundaries across all disciplines. That is how Dick and Wally were acquainted at a young age and have been inseparable since. All of which Jason is sure Mr. Queen knows.

“It is good to see you again, Mr. Queen,” Wally answers, a wide, seemingly sincere smile plastered across his face. “Yes, marriage is treating me quite well. My only regret being that I did not propose sooner.”

Mr. Queen chuckles politely at that before turning his attention to Jason. “It is good to see young Mr. Todd back in the fold as well. I was so sorry to hear about his poor health, but what a blessing his return to your family is,” he says more to Dick than to Jason. There’s an underlying tension in his remark, one that makes Dick’s smile tighten. Jason has no doubt that his well-wishes are not entirely sincere.

His opinion of Mr. Queen has never been substantial, he hadn’t the pleasure of conversing with the man before his ‘untimely death’. With his wealth and status comparable to Bruce’s, Mr. Queen’s presence at balls and society events was frequent enough for Jason to remember, especially when Bruce’s warmth and hospitality never seemed quite so genuine when directed toward the other man.

“I must admit my presence tonight is not without other motivations,” Mr. Queen confesses, the smile slipping from his face into a neutral expression that looks much more natural. “I am loath to speak of serious matters at such a joyous occasion, but I am afraid the timing cannot be helped. Mr. Grayson, perhaps there is somewhere more private we can speak?” There is an edge to his voice that leaves no room for argument, but knowing Dick, such a statement would have him readily agreeing regardless.

“Of course,” Dick concedes, his warm and friendly expression still sitting comfortably on his face. “Wally and I will accompany you to one of the drawing rooms.” His tone is easy and inviting, but there is a steely look in Dick’s eyes.

The whole exchange sends alarm bells ringing in Jason’s head, but Wally’s presence eases his worry, if only minutely. Bruce meets Jason's eyes from across the room, a rare moment of like-mindedness between the two of them. It sends a pang of something to Jason’s heart, that even after everything, there are still some things the two of them share. The trio reappears not ten minutes later, after which Mr. Queen excuses himself from the celebration altogether, making his leave without the proper farewells to Bruce; an insult only the Wayne's will detect.

Jason moves subtly but quickly to Dick’s side, trying to read his body language on the way over. He silently curses Bruce for training Dick too well in schooling himself and only giving away what he wishes people to see in public. As he notices Jason’s approach, his expression softens.

“There is no reason for that look, Jay,” Dick chides affectionately. “I am fine. You’re going to burn a hole in the wallpaper.”

“Pardon me for thinking the behavior of Mr. Queen was of concern,” Jason retorts lowly.

Dick looks around to see who is within earshot. “If there were a significant concern, I would have Bruce handle it.” It is not as reassuring as Jason knows Dick wants it to be.

“But there is a concern?” Jason pries, searching his brother’s eyes.

Dick lowers his voice, meeting Jason’s gaze intently, “Roy Harper is returning home.”

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Jason knows his temperament has often been quick to anger, his upbringing before Bruce leaving him not much choice in the matter when his mere survival was in jeopardy. It’s hard to recall a time when he wasn’t filled with a righteous ire that seeped out deep from his bones. It felt infectious, incorrigible, a pillar of his person that he could never reconcile.

His anger didn’t dampen with age as Jason is sure Bruce had hoped, but there was little to be done for a boy who refused help even when it was desperately needed and a man who had the last years of his youth ripped from him, not given the chance to reach adulthood with any sort of grace or stability.

Jason recalls one such instance when his rage was stoked to a full blaze by Bruce’s tendency to hover and lecture, making Jason feel as if he was a problem Bruce could fix rather than his child who required patience and understanding.

“Jason, you cannot run off into town at all hours of the evening without me or Alfred accompanying you,” Bruce scolded. They were standing in the foyer as Bruce fixed him with one of his scathing gazes.

A few years prior, the same image of Bruce, standing over him, anger masking disappointment (and worry), would have set Jason on edge, calculating every possible route out of the Manor and back into the unsavory neighborhoods of Gotham that while not filled with the same warmth, at the very least offered something familiar.

Bruce continued, his voice stern but not raised, “And you cannot under any circumstances cause a scene in the middle of the street, accusing one of the most well-connected families in Gotham of crimes you think they may have committed.”

“You and I both know that Sionis is good for nothing and the shit he’s doing ain’t right,” Jason responded, raising the volume of his voice, the emotion seeping out with his wavering resolve.

“I don’t care about them,” Bruce replied. “I care that you are unintentionally causing more harm than you realize. You need to school yourself in public, Jason. This isn’t up for debate.”

“It’s never up for debate with you,” Jason yelled, face contorted in a scowl. “You don’t care that I’m right. You only care about what they think. If you didn’t want a street urchin like me ruining your reputation, then you should have just left me where you found me.”

“That’s enough, Jason,” Bruce’s voice only slightly raised. If Jason wasn’t so attuned to his various manners of speaking, he might have missed it. “Alfred will call for you when dinner is served. Until then, remain in your room.”

It’s simple to look back on such a memory and discern where exactly the miscommunications lay, but it’s harder still to give yourself and those involved the goodwill needed to move beyond such transgressions.

It was one of the more rare occurrences in which Jason’s anger reached a fever pitch wherein its silence signified its magnitude, his body felt engulfed and uncontrollable, his mind unable to form the words necessary to express the emotions that were too vast for his own fifteen-year-old body to hold.

There was a certain pride Jason had in his ability to fight, to not balk in the face of Bruce’s own harsh words, to give his adoptive father the full force of the foul language he was exposed to since before he knew how to speak. Those arguments never ended in tears, Jason never allowed himself to express his feelings in such a vulnerable way. He was unwavering in his ability to stand his ground.

Nonetheless, the anger that overtook Jason that fateful day clawed at his very self-control, threatened to drown him in its consumption, and could only be placated with a physical release, no matter how much Jason fought that particular instinct.

When Jason ran from the Manor, not an uncommon occurrence at the time, he would often find himself navigating the halls to the kitchen, slipping past the staff who were familiar enough with his presence in their space, and out to the back garden.

The garden, overseen by Alfred himself, provided much of the fresh produce for the Manor. When Jason had first seen the lush and vibrant greens, he was awestruck. He had never seen that much food so easily accessible in his life.

Aside from the library, it was the one space in the Manor that gave Jason peace and solitude when he so desperately needed it. He bolted past Bruce as fast as he could, no longer able to look upon the face of his adopted father without the threat of tears spilling over. Jason was well aware his resolve was failing him, but he wouldn’t give Bruce the satisfaction of seeing him weep.

Dick had been away at university, just beginning his second year, not expected to return to the Manor until the holidays. The distance had given the two brothers the space and perspective they needed to realize their petty squabbles were exactly that. Their relationship had started off quite tumultuous when they were first introduced, the fault lying mostly with Bruce’s inability to properly communicate with his children at the time. It seemed Dick had a change of heart over the break in courses following his first year and began to see Jason as more of a brother than an unwelcome pest.

It was thus surprising for Jason, no longer able to hold back the tears, to run out the kitchen door to the Manor and straight into the chest of an unsuspecting guest. The young man looked to be around Dick’s age, sporting a red waistcoat and matching jacket, with a vibrancy outmatched by his offending ginger hair.

Jason’s vision was somewhat blurred from the tears that refused to stop falling, and arms steadied his shoulders as he tried to push past the stranger in front of him.

“Woah, careful there,” the gentleman in question cautioned.

“Jason?” Dick’s voice sounded from behind the man in front of him. Jason refused to look either of them in the eye, his mortification unyielding. “What happened, Little Wing?”

“Nothing,” Jason muttered, eyes fixated on his shoes. “Bruce being Bruce.”

Dick nodded in understanding, and moved closer to him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Well, I’m home now for a short visit. Would you like me to cause enough of a ruckus to set his wrath on another child? Roy and I were headed into town, but I can be persuaded to stay longer to cause trouble.”

The alleged Roy snorted, “As if Dick Grayson needs an invitation to cause trouble.”

Dick smiled proudly at that. “One of my many talents, I’m afraid.”

“Who’s that?” Jason met Dick’s eyes, nodding toward Roy in an attempt at subtlety.

“This, my dear brother, is none other than Mr. Roy Harper,” Dick informed him. “Although at university, they seem to call him a rake more than anything else.”

Roy rolled his eyes but laughed nonetheless. “It’s a pleasure to meet the renowned Jason Todd-Wayne.” There was no hint of insincerity or teasing in Roy’s tone, like Jason expected to find. He seemed genuine in his delight at their introduction. Jason’s previous mortification at the state they found him in was still present, but there was an underlying shyness he felt with Roy’s undivided attention focused on him.

Dick would later tease Jason for having his first childhood enamorment for one of his friends, which Jason would vehemently deny with words and the occasional brotherly jab.

That was the first and one of the few times Jason had been in the presence of Mr. Roy Harper before his tendency to run led him toward an irreversible fate. Jason couldn’t lie and say Dick was wrong in his assumption of Jason’s childhood affection for Mr. Harper, but coming back from a presumed death didn’t leave Jason with much energy to spend inquiring about Dick’s friends from his youth.

Mr. Harper hadn’t crossed Jason’s mind until the very moment Mr. Queen walked out of Wayne Manor. Despite Dick’s flair for the dramatic, the rest of the evening passed without consequence, and no one else, but Bruce, was aware that anything out of the ordinary had occurred.

Jason, himself, forgets about the situation for a short time, preoccupied with the arrangements for Tim and Kon’s trip across the country as newlyweds, visiting friends and family along the way. It had taken both Bruce and Jason more than a fortnight to convince Tim that the family and their various business affairs would not go to shambles, should he spend a few weeks away with his new husband on a much-needed holiday.

He had finally conceded once Cass and Steph had offhandedly expressed their interest in traveling outside of Gotham, but the lack of chaperone had Bruce quite weary.

(Bruce was well aware the young ladies were more than capable of taking care of themselves, but he wasn’t as unobservant of his children’s affairs to miss the intimate turn their friendship had taken. He reasoned that they proceed with caution should a courtship be announced in the future.)

Tim’s smart enough to know when he’s being coerced, but he agreed nonetheless, especially when Kon had confessed he wished for Tim to spend time becoming more intimately acquainted with Kon’s distant relatives.

The four of them would make their way to Metropolis first, staying for some time with Kon’s cousin, Ms. Kara Danvers. They would then travel to the coast to one of Bruce’s seaside residences, where Mr. Bart Allen and a few other companions will meet them.

Jason hopes Tim will take the meaning of a holiday to heart and focus on enjoying himself. Tim has been far too serious and responsible for much of his youth — he more than deserves a chance to experience the carefree aspects of being a young gentleman before he undoubtedly throws himself into work with Bruce for the rest of his days. Jason trusts that Kon will ensure Tim has a balance between business and leisure, but he knows he will never rid himself of worrying whether his younger brother is actually sleeping during the night and coming to meals rather than working in his study.

It will also be the first time Jason is away from Tim for an extended period of time since his return home. Despite their tumultuous first year, Jason has come to rely on Tim’s presence and support the past two years during his rehabilitation back into the family and society.

Dick and Wally announced rather timely that they would be spending the season at Wayne Manor rather than their residences in Blüdhaven or Central City. It hardly surprises Jason, but he’s silently grateful. He can’t imagine how quiet the Manor would be between just Bruce, Damian, and himself. He would be loath to admit it, but Dick’s lightness does tend to ground him when he needs it most.

Jason prefers to confide in Tim when the need to discuss the less savory parts of his time away claws its way up his throat, the shortness of breath only alleviated by confiding in someone whom he trusts. While Dick would no doubt be ever willing to listen if Jason needed it, he knows that Dick still blames himself for many things regarding Jason that he has no responsibility for. Jason is less than keen on unintentionally adding to what weighs on Dick’s conscience.

Even so, Jason is looking forward to Dick’s extended stay, though it hasn’t been uncommon the past three years. There’s hardly a month that passes without a week's long visit from Dick and Wally. Jason gives much credit to Wally for eagerly and enthusiastically joining the Wayne family and taking their idiosyncrasies in stride. Jason can’t think of a better and more deserving partner for his older brother.

One may think that seeing two brothers in warm and loving marriages would push someone of Jason’s station toward finding a partner of his own. Nonetheless, Jason can’t think of a single person he would condemn to a lifetime of companionship with him. He knows there would be plenty of suitors willing to take on his reputation for a chance at the wealth of his family and the elevated status, a good portion of whom would find the mysterious circumstances of his disappearance intriguing.

However, Jason can’t imagine himself finding someone whom he would trust enough with the care of himself and more importantly, the nonnegotiable care of his family. It’s no secret that the Waynes are a special family. To the rest of polite society, despite not being traditional in any sense of the word, they behave well as is befitting the children of Mr. Bruce Wayne and his distinguished station. The more truthful representation is a patchwork quilt of adopted siblings brought together under one roof through traumatic circumstances that have created an unbreakable bond between the whole of them. All pretenses are dropped past the public spaces of the Manor, and to bring another into the safe space they’ve curated for each other would take an enormous amount of trust in a new acquaintance that Jason thinks he’s no longer capable of.

The combination of Jason’s ongoing struggle with his own past and his lack of trust in society leaves him with little motivation to find a lifetime companion. He is fortunate to be comfortable not only in his solitude, but with his finances as well. The itch he occasionally feels for companionship or a romantic dalliance can often be satisfied by the literature he enjoys. Jason is armed with a number of arguments against a love match, which Dick has not so subtly been hinting at since he decided to reenter polite society.

The morning following the departure of the group finds the remaining family members seated in the dining room for breakfast. Bruce, at the head of the table, appears to be reading the newspaper as Dick and Wally whisper amongst themselves with a lack of subtlety and Damian feigns nonchalance while attempting to overhear their conversation.

“I have a small announcement,” Dick starts when he and Wally finish.

“Tt, I shall forgive the rude actions of your spouse this morning if you are sharing whatever it is the two of you were conspiring about moments ago,” Damian responds, despite the clear evidence that Dick was not the innocent party.

Wally smiles nonetheless, “Thank you, Damian. That’s very kind of you.” How in the world Mr. Wally West takes Damian’s behavior in stride and with such patience is lost to Jason. Even Jason has days when his patience is at its lowest, and he needs more self-control than usual to refrain from biting back at his youngest brother.

“I have invited a guest for dinner this evening,” Dick pauses, no doubt for dramatic effect or perhaps to try and gauge Bruce and Jason’s reactions.

Jason levels Dick with an unimpressed look, not bothering to suspend his consumption of eggs and toast. “I am quaking with anticipation,” he replies.

Bruce raises a single eyebrow in Dick’s direction. “Don’t keep us waiting, lad. You know you’re welcome to invite whomever for the evening as long as Alfred has the proper time to prepare. Is this a formal or more intimate affair?”

Dick shares a look with Wally that’s only discernible between the two of them. “I would say it’s an affair of medium formality.”

“Medium formality?” Jason rolls his eyes. “For Christ’s sake, Dickie, do be more specific.”

“Language, Master Jason,” Alfred chides, seeming to appear out of nowhere with another kettle. Jason mutters an apology, if only to appease his grandfather.

“How shall I know if I wish to attend dinner with this guest or have the more preferable option of joining you in the kitchen for my evening meal?” Jason replies, a teasing smile on his face.

Alfred sets the kettle down in front of Bruce and turns his attention toward Jason, white gloves folded in front of him. “While years of experience have withered down my hope that the children of this household will speak in a way befitting their station, my optimism for change with regard to your refusal to respect the privacy of my staff’s working space and the sanctity of my kitchen died long ago.”

Jason’s smile warms at that, fully aware that Alfred cherishes the moments Jason spends with him in the kitchen, despite how frowned upon his presence would be in any other household in their social circles.

“But perhaps your brother has invited a guest that may intrigue your high standards for desirable company,” Alfred adds, with no attempt to hide a small smile as he makes his way out of the dining room.

“I do believe our guest meets those requirements,” Dick confirms, his tone much too gleeful for Jason’s comfort.

“Despite Todd’s crude manner of speaking, I must agree that your continued lack of specificity is childish, Richard,” Damian states, the scowl on his face much too serious for his boyish features.

Dick reacts with only fondness in the face of Damian’s words. “As you may know, Mr. Queen informed us at Timmy’s wedding that his… former ward and our former classmate, Mr. Roy Harper, has returned to the social scene of Gotham. It seemed only right to invite him to the Manor as a way to welcome him back into the fold,” Dick explains, looking toward Bruce like he expects reluctance. “It’s been so long since any of us have seen him, and I am unaware if he has maintained many friendships in his long absence.”

Bruce hums in response, face schooled into its contemplative expression. Jason once again feels as if there is a context to this conversation that he’s missing.

Before Jason can express his confusion, Bruce responds, “I trust your judgement and I look forward to seeing the man Mr. Harper has grown into. It’s been many years since we’ve been in his company. I’m sure there will be plenty of enlightening conversations to be had over dinner.”

Jason can’t help but agree — not outwardly, of course. The image of Mr. Harper standing in front of him for the first time in the back garden comes rushing back, and Jason is hit with a wave of warmth and fondness. Dick’s gleeful tone is a clear indication that he remembers Jason’s not-so-flattering reaction to Mr. Harper’s kindness. It’s not something he finds himself embarrassed about, so many years later, but he is curious to know about the man he is now.

There’s quite a bit of intrigue surrounding his reappearance, despite Jason having no previous awareness about his absence at all. He just hopes Mr. Harper’s time away was much more pleasant than Jason’s own. However, considering the lack of transparency and behavior of Mr. Queen, Jason knows hope is a dangerous thing, especially in Gotham.

Jason cannot find it in himself to be anxious over the ensuing dinner, it’s not the first time a close family friend has dined with them since Jason’s return. There are evenings where he feels up to the company, and others where he prefers to stay upstairs for the benefit of himself and those around him.

Dick explicitly asks for Jason’s attendance, of course followed by the reassurance of ‘only if you’re feeling up to it’ as if Dick has ever pressured Jason into doing anything he wasn’t 100% committed to himself (including sliding down the banister of the foyer, resulting in not his first broken arm).

The request in and of itself is enough to make Jason interested in the evening, never mind the cryptic circumstances regarding the whole affair. Jason dresses in moderately formal attire, elevated enough for a friend of the family yet not overly dignified. He chooses a well-loved crimson waistcoat, a dark brown single-breasted jacket with lighter colored pants, and black boots. Jason gave up the fight with his unruly curls long ago, choosing to let them lay where they pleased, styling them only slightly to avoid obscuring his vision.

He once had the misconception that Alfred wouldn’t be pleased with the way his hair had a mind of its own. With much frustration and a few tears before his first gala, unable to lay his hair flat as nicely as Bruce and Dick’s, the older gentleman assured him that his curls were a uniquely wonderful characteristic of his own, a gift bestowed upon him, and he must learn to work with them rather than fight against them. A lesson Jason isn’t sure he has mastered even to this day.

Mr. Harper arrives as Jason is about to sneak into the kitchen for a preview of the courses for the evening, saving him no doubt from Alfred’s reprimands. Dick and Wally greet him in the main sitting room, and Jason waits to follow Bruce and Damian as proper re-introductions and introductions are made.

Jason watches carefully as Bruce welcomes Mr. Harper back to the Manor, and he responds with all the proper gratitude and praise for Bruce’s home and his hospitably. Mr. Harper’s introduction to Damian, which is always a difficult circumstance to navigate, doesn’t go as poorly as first impressions with the boy often do. He greets Damian as if he’s an older member of the family, much more than his physical age warrants, which earns him at least a passable grade with the youngest Wayne.

The childhood affection Jason had for Mr. Harper doesn’t quite register with the man he sees before him. His smile is just as warm, but it doesn’t meet his eyes like Jason expects. Mr. Harper is still sporting a red waistcoat, accompanied by a black jacket and trousers. His hair is longer, tied back fashionably in a matching black ribbon.

He’s grown into what many would consider to be a handsome gentleman. Jason isn’t afraid to acknowledge the pleasing looks of another, but a handsome face has never been enough to intrigue him past appreciation and into affection.

Jason bows politely, meeting Mr. Harper’s eyes as he does, unaware of how striking their green color would be this close. His eyes, as mesmerizing as they are, do little to conceal the exhaustion present in both his face and posture — though it takes little away from his pleasant features.

Jason is unsure what to say, unsure if the man before him even remembers his introduction to Jason all those years ago. Mr. Harper bows in return, a light smile still on his face, not breaking the eye contact that Jason initiated. His undivided attention affects Jason more than he cares to admit to himself.

He speaks before Jason can think to embarrass himself with the first thing that comes to mind. “Mr. Todd, it’s a pleasure to see you again. You’re looking quite well.”

The compliment startles Jason, as comments on his appearance always give him pause, but the expression on Mr. Harper’s face is so earnest that he can’t seem to do anything but fight down the redness rising to his cheeks.

“Thank you, Mr. Harper,” Jason finds his voice, gravelly, though it is from his surprise. “It’s good to see you as well. It’s been a long time.” There’s a flash of sadness on Mr. Harper’s face at his comment, but he rallies quickly and smiles brighter.

“That it has,” Mr. Harper agrees. “My apologies if this is perhaps too forward, but I really am glad to see you looking as well as you are. When Dick invited me, I had hoped you would join us. You are feeling healthy?”

From anyone outside Jason’s family, a question like that would infuriate him. Yet, coming from Mr. Harper, there’s genuine sincerity and compassion in his words that soothe Jason’s defenses. His tone is so unlike that of Mr. Queen’s comments on his health. It sets Jason at ease in a way he didn’t think was possible.

“I am,” Jason replies sincerely. “Well enough to wreak havoc on my siblings in public rather than just the halls of the Manor.” That startles a bright laugh out of Mr. Harper that Jason isn’t expecting, but finds himself almost eager to hear again.

“I’m glad someone has been keeping Dick on his toes in my absence,” Mr. Harper says, a teasing glint in his eye. He seems to have relaxed more than when he first arrived as their conversation has progressed.

Dinner, itself, is a pleasant affair. Wally, Dick, and Mr. Harper dominate much of the conversation, with Bruce asking polite questions when appropriate. Jason is mostly quiet during the evening, choosing to observe the interactions between all parties present. They mostly reminisce about memories of their youth and time together at university, a topic that Jason can’t relate to himself.

It’s not to say he’s left out of the conversation, quite the opposite, especially regarding Mr. Harper. He asks no leading or intrusive questions about Jason’s alleged death and his miraculous return to life and to society. Instead, Mr. Harper focuses his attention on Jason’s hobbies, and how he spends his time, followed by an interest in the literature he’s been enjoying recently.

While Jason is usually loath to admit such things, it’s a refreshing change of pace for him. It’s been quite some time since he’s conversed with anyone outside his family that's been genuinely enjoyable for him.

Jason takes notice about halfway through the meal that port wine is missing from the table, not an unusual occurrence for the Waynes themselves; Bruce rarely drinks, only accepting a drink at public events to appear agreeable, despite not taking more than a sip throughout the course of an evening. He has always been honest with them that he feels alcohol dulls his senses too much for his comfort, especially when he prides himself on being responsible for others.

Cass seems to feel the same way as their father, not quite understanding the appeal of liquor that so many of their peers indulge in. Both Tim and Steph have witnessed one too many situations in which alcohol has been the catalyst for a bad situation evolving into something much worse. And Damian is far too young to be drinking any such beverage.

Jason has the distinct honor of having witnessed the utmost extent of alcohol abuse in his formative years, as well as a mind he feels he cannot afford to lose control over for even a moment.

Dick, Wally, and Alfred are really the only ones in their family that will take wine with their dinner or have a spirit in the evening, never anything in excess and hardly with every meal.

It is, however, unusual to see Alfred not even attempt to offer a guest a beverage. There are no glasses for alcohol on the table, only water already poured. Jason would never dare share an observation such as this aloud, but it does strike him as curious nonetheless.

It further surprises him that their usual game of cards after dinner, guests or no guests, is apparently not on the agenda for the evening.

As the dishes are cleared, Dick says, “Wally and I shall accompany Mr. Harper to the drawing room. I’m so glad we were all able to dine together this evening. We’ll have to do this again once the others return.” Dick makes eye contact with Jason longer than he does with Bruce and Damian.

Bruce looks not at all surprised at the early dismissal and Damian, who rarely stays in the drawing room during the evening for longer than an hour, seems eager to be able to do as he pleases upstairs.

There’s an old but familiar feeling in Jason’s chest, one he hasn’t felt since it was just him and Dick at the Manor. When Dick felt he was too old and mature for Jason, when Jason was too young to be included in his plans, when taking your younger adopted brother out into town with your new companions from university wasn’t what Dick thought to do.

Jason shoves that feeling back down, knowing that his relationship with Dick has changed, that Dick trusts him, that Dick loves him and enjoys his company. It’s hard to tell the young boy Jason once was that his family truly does want him around, but he just barely manages. He decides he’ll go find Damian and offer his companionable silence in the library while Jason reads and he sketches.

Dick must catch the quick flash of disappointment upon his face, reaching out to catch Jason by the wrist before he leaves, squeezing his hand twice in quick succession. It’s their familial sign of I see you, I love you, I am here, a symbol Bruce started with Dick when he first came to the Manor, overwhelmed as he was paraded around polite society and squawking gossips. It’s a silent reassurance, a way to show support and love when words can’t. The gesture grounds Jason more than he would dare say.

Jason nods in understanding. Dick signs later, making an L-shape with his thumb and pointer finger, moving his hand to point toward him. He nods again before retreating upstairs to seek out Damian.

Jason doesn’t mean to stay up, haunting the halls, but his brain hasn’t been his friend all evening. From Tim’s absence to Dick’s behavior regarding Mr. Harper, Jason’s mind is unable to settle well enough for a restful sleep. He contemplates going out for a ride, but he doesn’t wish to alarm Dick with a guest still present even at this late hour.

The decision is taken from him when Dick knocks lightly on the frame of the open library door, peering in hesitantly, still dressed in his dinner clothes.

“Are you awake, Jay?” he asks.

Jason closes the book in his hands, he’s sitting comfortably on his favorite velvet couch, socked feet propped up in front of him, with his back against the armrest. “Despite all my efforts, I have yet to accomplish the feat of reading whilst I sleep.”

Dick smiles at him good-naturedly while raising an eyebrow in a silent question. Jason rolls his eyes but nods nonetheless, allowing Dick to fully enter the room, swiftly pulling Jason’s legs across his lap as he too makes himself comfortable on the couch.

“Must you insist on physical contact every time you wish to discuss something with me,” Jason mutters halfheartedly.

“The easiest solution to this would be to stop wearing your stockings around the Manor, then none of us would go near you and your putrid-smelling toes. You would finally get the solitude you so often whine about,” Dick teases, pinching Jason’s ankle. He retaliates by digging his heel into Dick’s thigh, causing the man to yelp without much dignity.

“Why exactly anyone thinks you’re the most mature of the lot of us is beyond me. You haven’t aged past seven years,” Jason responds.

Dick laughs at that, warmth reaching his eyes as he looks at Jason. The easy affection Dick gives him still makes Jason pause, especially in moments like this, that Dick can still treat him like his beloved younger brother and not the broken man he often feels that he is.

“I owe you an apology,” Dick starts, putting his hand up before Jason can interrupt. “Perhaps you feel it’s unwarranted, but we promised each other we would be better at this. It wasn’t my intent to exclude you, Jason, especially not in your own home— our home. You’re welcome here, and you’re welcome in any part of the Manor, it’s yours as much as it is Bruce’s or mine or any of the others.

I don’t wish to make assumptions about how you felt after dinner, but I would like to explain, so you might better understand the situation at hand.”

“It’s quite unnecessary,” Jason forces himself to respond. He so wishes his childhood insecurities no longer had such a hold on his psyche, as much as he wishes that his older brother didn’t have such an accurate read on him at times.

“I disagree,” Dick smiles, almost sadly. “Roy— Mr. Harper came to Wally and me for help. It’s a delicate situation, and it wasn’t my place to share his story with you without knowing the full extent of what our help might entail, and especially without having his permission.”

“Dick, honest, you needn’t share these things with me,” Jason tries. “There should be secrets among friends, and I wouldn’t dare demand to be privy to all aspects of your life.”

“I know this, I do,” Dick assures him. “Roy has allowed me to share this with you. I feel that if anyone could sympathize with his position, it would be you, my stubborn but selfless little brother.”

“I haven’t been your little brother for quite some time now,” Jason argues. “Or have you forgotten which of us has finally passed B for the title of tallest? Tim has no hope, but Damian may surpass you just as well in time.”

Dick leans over to put his hand on Jason’s arm, looking too earnest to be completely serious, “Yes, Jason, but you’ll always be my little wing.”

Jason scuffs with more annoyance than he actually feels. “That nickname should have died with me.”

Dick pinches his arm in response. “You know I detest when you speak like that. How is it that you only stop making such intolerable jokes when Cass is present?”

“Because I would rather die again than upset our dearest only sister,” Jason retorts, smirking as he dodges another attack from Dick. “Plus, she’s my favorite.”

Dick looks only slightly offended by Jason’s remark. A vicious part of Jason wants to tell Dick he had the chance to be his favorite when it was just the two of them, had Dick not decided he didn’t want anything to do with Jason for some time.

But Jason has come far from that bitterness, from throwing out statements with only the intent to harm, sharpening his words to cut on impact, an attempt to shield himself from vulnerability of any kind. A refusal to be known or seen by those who still loved him, despite the venom that coursed through his very veins.

He’s forgiven Dick, Dick’s forgiven him, and Jason refuses to allow their relationship to regress in any way.

“That’s fair, I suppose,” Dick concedes. “I do wish to tell you about Mr. Harper’s struggles if you’re amicable.”

“If you’re sure he would appreciate that, then you may,” Jason allows, his interest quite high despite his nonchalance.

Dick sighs, taking a breath to steel himself. “I won’t speak for Roy or attempt to communicate his feelings or reasonings for him. I’ll give you the facts of the situation as I know them. When we started university together, there was a certain amount of enjoyment involved, as is with most young gentlemen. We all indulged in new experiences and liquor when the time called for it. However, Roy, as he admits himself, struggled with self-discipline and regulation, he would often indulge to the point of excess. This extended to the use of laudanum in unhealthy amounts as well,” Dick reveals, his voice tight with emotion in a way Jason hasn’t seen in quite some time. “I confess I wish I had seen the signs sooner or perhaps paid more attention to his moods, but I hadn’t the mind.”

Jason stops him, “You couldn’t have been more than nineteen. I won’t allow you to put that sort of guilt upon yourself and from what I know of Mr. Harper, he would never blame you for such a thing so far out of your control.”

“Perhaps, yet it’s still hard to look back on that time in my life with all that I regret,” Dick admits, not meeting Jason’s gaze.

“It seems both Mr. Harper and I need to remind you that you can’t protect everyone, especially from themselves,” Jason stresses, a conversation they’ve had countless times over the last few years.

“I’m sorry, this isn’t about me. It’s about Roy,” Dick shakes his head, more at himself than anything else. “His habits forced him to be expelled from school, an event he hid well from his guardian, Mr. Queen, for quite some months. When word got back to Mr. Queen, he didn’t take the news very well, especially since Roy wasn’t the one to inform him. Much of this information isn’t known to the public, although there are, of course, rumors. If it weren’t for the gossips and the concern for the reputation of the Queens then Roy would have surely been disowned.

Instead, Mr. Queen discreetly told Roy to leave Central City and his estate, to find other means and a place to stay. He would only be allowed to return if he could clean himself up. I don’t know much about this time in Roy’s life, as we lost touch soon after he left school. We both were dealing with our own issues, I know now that I wouldn’t have been able to be a very good friend to him, even if he did come to me. I wasn’t kind to many people after you left Jay, I wish I was a better man, but it broke something in me.

That was all some years ago, as I’m sure you know. Mr. Harper has informed Wally and me that he hasn’t been using any substances for quite a few years. He looks well, if not, a little exhausted, but I imagine anyone would be, going through what he has. Now that Roy has proven himself to Mr. Queen,” Dick says the last comment with a fair amount of disdain, as if he is repeating words he’s heard from someone else. “He expects Roy to marry as a way of showing how much he’s changed and his commitment to the family’s reputation, if Mr. Queen is to fully bring him back into the fold. He seems to think that if Roy is beholden to another person, then he’s more likely to stay on the right path.”

Jason rolls his eyes at that. “As we all know, addiction never flourishes in marriage, especially unions that are forced or out of one’s control.”

Dick looks at Jason with far too much warmth in his eyes. “I knew that you would be understanding of Mr. Harper’s current plight. Roy has asked Wally and I to assist him on this endeavor. Despite his previous disagreements and complicated relationship with Mr. Queen, he’s hoping to reconcile with his family, and he’s committed to doing so. While I may not agree with all of this, I’ll help my friend if he needs it.”

“As you always do, Dickie,” Jason states wholeheartedly.

“I wanted you to know all of this for a few reasons. One being, I trust you and I trust that you would find Roy to be a sympathetic character. Furthermore, I think that you would be a comforting acquaintance for him to have.”

Jason snorts at that. “I would hardly call myself comforting, and I’m sure our siblings would agree with me on that point.”

“If there is one thing about you, Jason Todd, it’s that you’re the last person to judge, even when it may be warranted. Perhaps, Bruce aside, which one could call warranted. You’re always seeing the best in people, no matter their circumstance, that’s not something that can be taught.” Jason refuses to blush at that assessment.

“I’m not agreeing with you, but even if that was true, I would think that Mr. Harper would have other people to confide in.”

“I’m not insisting that you two become the closest of confidants, I simply think that your mere presence would be a comfort to him, especially since he knows I’m telling you this.” That comment gives Jason pause.

“Does he know about my mother? And Willis?” Jason asks, just shy of panicking.

“Gods no, Jay.” Dick looks bewildered. “I would never share your story with anyone, not without your explicit approval. I swear it. What I mean to say is that you’ve joined our family again in a miraculous way, you’ve faced so much adversity, everyone knows that even if they don’t know the intricate details. Being around you can be an aspiring act in and of itself.”

“I’m not some martyr or cautionary tale,” Jason argues, uncomfortable with the praise Dick seems keen on giving him.

“Of course not,” Dick assures him. “You don’t see yourself the way that we all do. You don’t know how much we look up to you. I believe that Roy will find comfort in knowing you were able to do what you did, in the vaguest of terms, and knowing that you don’t judge him for his journey. Is it not a reassuring feeling to know that someone looks at you and doesn’t see you for all your faults? How can I begrudge Roy that?”

“I guess you cannot,” Jason finally admits. “Although, I do question your judgment of my character.”

“Yes, yes,” Dick rolls his eyes. “This is why you have siblings, to remind you of how great we think you are even when you don’t. Now, another reason I wanted to let you know about the whole ordeal is because the Manor will likely be seeing some more visitors if Wally and I are to aid Roy in his search for a spouse. If that is okay with you?”

“I don’t have control over who you choose to invite into the Manor, Dick,” Jason replies. “We’ve had this conversation more than a dozen times before. Invite who you please, if I wish to be alone, I can hide in one of the hundreds of rooms in this insanely large palace we call a home. I am not Charon at the gates of Hades.”

“I love it when you make references I will never understand,” Dick laughs. “Fine, fine, I just wanted to give you warning before we started parading a gaggle of potential suitors into the Manor.”

“I can’t believe someone is finally allowing you to play matchmaker. Poor Mr. Harper has no idea what he’s gotten himself into,” Jason teases.

“Oh, hush,” Dick replies. “At least my friends appreciate me. Between you refusing any romantic attachments and then going behind my back to set up Timmy without me, I should still be quite cross with you.”

“What happened to me being aspirational? A real paragon?” Jason mocks, poking Dick in the side.

“You’re a thorn in my side, is what you are,” Dick replies, trying to squirm away from him, finding himself trapped in the very position he put himself in.

“And why don’t I believe you?” Jason prods, turning his not-so-gentle poking into a lighter wiggling, causing Dick to burst out laughing.

“Because I really do love you, Jay,” Dick wheezes, trying to catch his breath.

Jason relents, rolling his eyes. “You cannot help yourself from becoming sentimental. It’s quite literally an impulsion of yours. Perhaps you should consult a physician about that. It doesn’t seem healthy.”

“Your aversion to affection doesn’t seem healthy,” Dick sticks his tongue out at Jason, his face a few shades redder.

“Your appearance isn’t healthy,” he retaliates, his usual way with words lost in the face of sibling immaturity.

Part of Jason wonders if he’s still mad and unwell, if the aftershocks of war and terror are still plaguing him with delusions. But no, his breath is even, the tremor in his hand no more prominent than its usual slight shake. He is, unfortunately, in his right mind.

The reassurance does nothing to explain why he thought it was a good idea to call upon the estate of Ms. Dinah Lance, to drop in unannounced, without formal invitation. Jason has trouble recalling if he’s ever met Ms. Lance formally, he thinks he must have in some passing regard, at least that’s what he believes in an effort to convince himself this visit isn’t unwarranted and not at all impolite.

After all, he isn’t here for Ms. Lance. It’s not improper for him to call on a friend of the family such as Mr. Roy Harper, a man of similar status and age, who recently dined in his home. No, it’s not improper at all. It’s a half-truth that Jason has repeated to himself all the way here.

If Ms. Lance is surprised by his presence as it’s announced in her foyer, she doesn’t show it, kindly leading him to a plush black and gold sitting room.

“Mr. Todd, what a pleasant surprise this is. I can’t say we were expecting company this afternoon, but it’s nice to see you outside your father’s manor,” she greets him. “Please have a seat. I’ll have some tea brought in.”

“If I may, Ms. Lance,” Jason interrupts, standing in the middle of the room, posture stiff and serious. “I don’t wish to impose on your hospitality any more than I already have. I was hoping to speak with Mr. Harper. My brother, Dick, informed me that he’s staying with you.”

Ms. Lance smiles, “Yes, he is. Let me call him in.” The look she gives is not unkind yet betrays a sort of protectiveness Jason wasn’t expecting.

For all that Jason had prepared himself for this moment in his mind over the past two days, he hadn’t thought to prepare for the way Mr. Harper’s appearance would affect him.

Jason is still standing awkwardly in the center of the drawing room, too anxious to sit as he fidgets with the cuffs on his jacket, when Mr. Harper clears his throat from the door behind him.

Jason turns to face him, struck by Mr. Harper’s informal yet flattering attire. He’s wearing a green waistcoat, embroidered with a pattern of vines in a deeper forest green, a color that heavily suits his complexion, his jacket seems to be missing and the white cravat around his neck looks to have been hastily tied. The lack of formality charms Jason in a way he has not felt in quite some time. Outside his own family, he rarely encounters others who feel comfortable enough to allow a crack in their public façade to be seen.

“Mr. Todd,” Mr. Harper starts, face flushed with something like exertion. “Or Mr. Wayne? I’m realizing at this moment, I was perhaps too familiar at our last meeting when I assumed you preferred Mr. Todd over your adopted name. Please forgive me.”

“Your assumption was correct,” Jason nods, forcing himself to give off a more collected manner of speaking than he feels. “No forgiveness needed. Am I right in assuming you can empathize with complicated familial relations that make naming conventions all that more difficult to navigate?”

“In not so many words, I do believe I can,” Mr. Harper replies, a bright smile overtaking his face. “I must offer another apology on behalf of my state of undress. I hope it doesn’t offend. I’m sure you might relate to the difficulties in maintaining one’s appearance at home when there are siblings to contend with.”

“That's certainly a hardship I’ve encountered on more than one occasion,” Jason nods in understanding, allowing himself a small smile. “I must argue that I’m the one who should be begging your forgiveness for showing up without invitation to your current residence.”

Mr. Harper seems to assess Jason where he stands, taking him in for the first time in a way that Jason fears betrays more than he would like. “I may have been Dick’s friend first, but I confess, I feel that you may understand me more than your brother ever will. If I may be so bold. That is to say, your presence is more than welcome.”

“Dickiebird is very dear to me, a sentiment I ask you to never repeat in his presence, but even I tire of his endless optimism. It’s like looking into the sun for too long. How Wally is so endeared by it, I shall never know,” Jason admits. “I am flattered, although perplexed by your assertion of my character and how kindly you look upon my company.”

“Am I wrong in assuming that Dick has told of my past transgressions and what has brought me back to Gotham?” Mr. Harper asks, meeting Jason’s gaze with a hard stare, unflinching in his honesty. Neither has moved since they began this conversation.

“You are not,” Jason replies, less solid than he would have liked. “However, that isn’t the cause of this call. Or rather, it’s only a small part.”

Mr. Harper shakes his head, more to himself than toward Jason. “I fear my manners are failing me. Would you like to sit? I believe Dinah mentioned tea.”

“No, actually, I had wondered if you’d like to take a walk about the grounds,” Jason offers, finding the confidence he feared he had lost all together. “I don’t think sitting still will do me much good at the current moment, and I haven’t had the pleasure of truly appreciating Ms. Lance’s estate. If that’s agreeable to you?”

“Very,” Mr. Harper nods. “Let me put on a jacket to better dignify my appearance, and then I can show you how well-kept Dinah’s gardens are. A favorite of mine since I was a boy.”

Jason nods as Mr. Harper takes his leave and proceeds to wait for him in the foyer. The cause for his visit is still an anxious pit in Jason’s stomach, but he finds himself more relaxed than he expected in the presence of Mr. Harper and his straightforwardness. There’s a lack of pretenses in the way they converse that feels familiar and comfortable, something Jason hasn’t experienced with an acquaintance in many years.

Mr. Harper is an animated and thorough guide around the Lance estate, showing Jason through the gardens that have grown lush and vibrant even through Gotham’s unpredictable climate. Spring in Gotham is partial to dampness, but today the sky is only cloudy with a warm, gentle breeze.

The two of them walk leisurely around the grounds more than once, Mr. Harper filling the space with stories of his youth spent here when Mr. Queen wished to spend time with Ms. Lance or when his travels across the country and continent didn’t warrant taking Mr. Harper with him.

For all of Bruce’s faults while raising Jason, he never did leave him for extended periods of time. Any travel out of town would warrant a full family affair with Alfred and Dick if he weren’t at university (and they weren’t fighting).

While Mr. Queen and Ms. Lance seem to be in a decades-long courtship, Jason can’t imagine Bruce leaving him with Selina for a fortnight, never mind a single night in his youth. Jason keeps this observation to himself. It’s clear to him the affection that Mr. Harper holds for Ms. Lance and the place of respite she did and still does provide for him. He finds that although Mr. Queen’s judgment seems to be lacking in a variety of areas, Ms. Lance is the exception.

“I take it you haven’t gone out of your way to hear me regale you with stories of my youth, Mr. Todd,” Mr. Harper interrupts Jason’s thoughts and their walk by leading them to a bench along the garden pathway. Jason sits, facing his body slightly toward Mr. Harper as he does.

“No, that wasn’t my motivation, although it’s become quite the pleasing outcome to my day,” Jason replies, allowing himself to be more earnest than his usual demeanor. “I’d wanted to speak with you about your circumstance and offer a possible solution to the situation that Dick had revealed to me.”

“A solution?” Mr. Harper asks, doubt clear in his tone, he doesn’t meet Jason’s eyes. His posture has stiffened and Jason has to push himself to continue.

“Perhaps not a solution in the most literal sense of the word,” he tries to clarify. “I would like to present an option that you may not have thought of since the whole marriage requirement was decided.”

Mr. Harper looks at him intently, like Jason keeps surprising him. “When Dick and Wally agreed to help me, I hadn’t realized the whole of the Wayne clan would offer their services.”

Jason laughs at that. “I’m sure Dick has half a mind to get Bruce to try and convince Mr. Queen to see reason over dinner one night, but that I think would only end badly for all parties. No, this scheme is entirely of my own concoction. A sentence that would most certainly have my siblings telling you to run the other way.”

“A scheme, you say?” Mr. Harper is looking at him with more amusement than anything else. “I have to admit you caught my intrigue rather well. I’m anxious to hear what a mind such as yours has come up with.”

“I would caution you to be careful what you ask for, Mr. Harper,” Jason answers more honestly than he means to. He steels himself, forcing himself to look Mr. Harper in the eyes before continuing. “I don’t have the temperament nor inclination toward marriage. It’s something I came to terms with long before I was welcomed back into Bruce’s home. There’s nothing for me to gain from a union, and very little I have to offer a spouse that would be worth the inheritance I do possess.”

Jason can see the confusion and disagreement overtake Mr. Harper’s face, but he knows he must finish his proposition all at once, or it won’t be said at all.

“I think of myself as a rather self-aware individual. I wouldn’t be a suitable life partner for anyone, never mind a love match. And before I say more, I do hope that there is a love match out there for you and, perhaps, Dick will be able to find you one. But I also know how it feels when decisions about your own life are taken out of your hands, and I believe I can help you regain some of that control. If Dick and Wally don’t find a suitable partner for you, and you don’t find me too disagreeable, I would like to offer you a marriage in name only. One that you would be free in as much as one could be in these circumstances. I don’t imagine myself to be the man of anyone’s dreams, but I can offer you comfort, security, and a marriage of no expectations. You could do as you please.”

Mr. Harper offers Jason no response for a few moments, and he fears he may have irreparably insulted the man. Before Jason can spiral, thinking of all the ways he’s been so foolish, Mr. Harper stands abruptly and begins pacing in front of him.

Mr. Harper seems deep in thought before he speaks, “I find myself quite disagreeable on a number of accounts, Mr. Todd.” Jason rushes to apologize, but is interrupted before he can. “Not from the selflessness of your proposition, but the way in which you minimize your own character. Anyone who has been in your unguarded presence for more than a moment can easily see how your family has come to be so very fond and fiercely protective of you. To say that you’re unsuitable for marriage is quite baffling to me. However, I’m a man who takes what others say at face value, and I understand that a union such as that isn’t desirable to everyone, myself being one of those people. Before Oliver suggested I find a spouse, I had never thought I would marry, and I find myself in a position where duty demands that I do. To your credit, it’s not a position that I find great pleasure in, but I take accountability when it’s needed and there’s much I have to atone for with my family. If marriage is something deemed necessary, then I find myself in want of a spouse.”

Jason rushes to explain himself, “I realize my suggestion is quite forward for a mere acquaintance, but I have the privilege of fortune and status, something that many would do much to obtain. I feel if there’s something I could do with it to aid others, then I must. Not that I see you, Mr. Harper, as a charity case in any sense of the word, far from it.”

“I know I am a creature that most would pity, yet most wouldn’t even think of offering marriage if they did,” Mr. Harper replies, stopping his movement to face Jason fully. “I don’t think I can marry for love or status, I don’t have it in me to go through with the type of marriage Oliver wishes me to, and I can’t imagine subjecting an unsuspecting spouse to a life with me. There’s an aspect of this whole ordeal that I have kept from Dick to minimize his disdain for Oliver, feelings I know he’s harbored since university, but I’d hoped he would succeed in some way before I had to tell him. I must be engaged by the end of the season, or else Oliver will find a match for me.”

“He’s put you in an impossible position,” Jason argues, struggling to keep the anger he feels from seeping into his voice. He feels himself losing control over the tremor in his hands, pressing them hard against his thigh to avoid detection.

“I know you won’t agree, but it’s a position I’ve put myself in,” he replies. “Your offer is too generous, Mr. Todd. I know your heart is true, but you scarcely know me, no more than any of the potential suitors Dick has no doubt thought of. You’re far too young to be throwing your future away on a man like me.”

“I’m hardly four years younger,” Jason argues, almost insulted if he weren’t sure that Mr. Harper was trying to dissuade himself more than Jason. “You said yourself that you feel I may understand you better than Dick, your friend of almost a decade. We’re both disinclined to marriage, and we both would rather not expose a spouse to the worst of our personalities. I feel as if you’re being contrary for the sole purpose of being contrary.”

“And I feel as if you’re being far too cavalier about your future,” Mr. Harper refutes. “I refuse to bring you into this charade when you are far too willing to commit to something that benefits you in no conceivable way.”

“Mr. Harper, I mean this in the most delicate manner, but my future is borrowed time. I’m not supposed to be seated here before you. My life has been dictated to me for most of it and when I tried to rewrite it, I faced a fate worse than death,” Jason confesses. “I’m trying to do something with my second chance that I can be proud of. I want to help you, not unselfishly. You’re under the impression that I wouldn’t receive anything from this arrangement, but you’re mistaken. I have struggled to find purpose, identity, and a place for myself since I returned. In no way do I think you will solve those conflicts for me, but I feel as if I can do something with all this meaningless fanfare Bruce has given me. I’ve always hated the upper crest and the need to behave a certain way for the benefit of others and the comfort of the elite. To see another person, one who is cherished by my family, affected by these circumstances and falsehoods, I cannot sit by and let it happen, not when there is something I can humbly offer. If your objection to my proposal is for your own sake, then I will take it respectfully, but if it’s for my sake, then I must implore you to respect my agency in this situation and believe that I wouldn’t offer something I wasn’t wholeheartedly committed to and sure of.”

“I believe that you have convinced yourself of this,” Mr. Harper replies. “But what if you come to reject this decision or have a change of heart after some years?”

“I can assure you that wouldn’t be the case,” Jason asserts. “I came here only to offer you the option. It’s not a proposal if you don’t deem it so, nor does it expire. Perhaps it would be wise for you to meet some of the potential suitors Dick has thought of. If you don’t find someone you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with, then I’ll be here. I don’t wish to be another person in your life attempting to bend you to my will, I would sooner perish.”

“Oliver would require a courtship,” Mr. Harper states, like it’s a confession, like that could possibly sway Jason when he has already made up his mind. “He isn’t a fool enough to not be suspicious of this match. It would have to be done right, it would need to convince the whole of the gossips and him. Would you be willing to do that?”

“Mr. Harper, if we were to commit to this union, I would do whatever it takes to ensure your happiness, including playing by the loathsome rules of polite society. I don’t do much by halves.”

“That is becoming quite apparent to me,” Mr. Harper laughs. “I shall meet with some of the matches that Dick and Wally have deemed appropriate, if only to appease them and Oliver. If I do choose you, Mr. Todd, it must look convincing, and I shall have to appear as though I have put much thought into the courtship I pursue. If you find sense between now and then, I won’t blame you.”

“I hope you know that I am rooting for your happiness. I do hope Dick finds you someone more deserving than I for you to commit to, but there’s no world in which I would change my mind about this, about you,” Jason replies, pushing as much sincerity into his tone as he can. He stands to take his leave. “I’m sure I’ve overstayed my welcome, especially when I have given you even more to consider than necessary. I look forward to seeing you at the Manor again, Mr. Harper. Thank you for your hospitality and for giving me the chance to say my peace. Do give my best to Ms. Lance as well.”

Jason leaves shakier than when he arrived, unsure if his rashness has gotten the best of him once again. He’s quite sure of himself in regard to his offer and aiding Mr. Harper in any way he can. There’s a certain sense of uneasiness he feels after the conversation, like Mr. Harper has affected him in a way he doesn’t have the words to describe, that he’s never needed the words for. While Jason is adamant that Mr. Harper chooses the best option for himself, whatever the outcome of this season, he can’t help but look forward to spending more time with him.

Chapter Text

Years of burying his emotions have allowed Jason to keep his visit and subsequent proposal to Mr. Harper from his family. He’s thankful that Mr. Harper is no more keen on letting Dick and Wally know about their contingency plan than Jason is. This isn’t to say that he’s ashamed, quite the contrary, but Dick would worry more than he currently is or worse yet, suggest that Jason’s plan has something to do with the childish feelings he once held for Mr. Harper in his youth.

The latter would no doubt add an element of romance that could sway Dick to their side, however misguided that notion is. But Jason thinks there’s no reason to make any others privy to their plan or potential courtship when there’s the very real possibility that Mr. Harper finds one of Dick’s suitors more agreeable.

The following week involves quite a few new and old faces gracing the halls of Wayne Manor. Bachelors and bachelorettes that Dick and Wally know from far and wide. Some of whom Jason recalls from Dick’s time at university, such as Ms. Donna Troy and Mr. Victor Stone.

Jason’s unsure of his duty in all of this, having already made his offer to Mr. Harper. He’s unaware if his presence would hinder the process, his stoic disposition casting an unwelcoming light on afternoons that should be full of whimsy and friendly introductions.

Mr. Harper, however, seems to welcome Jason’s presence whenever he gives a polite greeting to him and the other guests during their luncheons and afternoon activities at the Manor. He tries not to overstay his welcome the first few days, choosing instead to spend some quality time with Damian since Dick is otherwise occupied.

His youngest brother seems unbothered by Dick’s current occupation, a true sign of how far he’s come in his maturity and understanding of their family dynamics. Jason sees much of himself in Damian: his occasional ill-temper, his jealousy and insecurities masked by hatred, a child whose youth was taken from him by those who should have protected him — a not uncommon aspect of much of their siblings’ backgrounds.

Damian has the added benefit of a Bruce, hardened in some ways by the adversity he and his children have faced, who chose to learn from his early mistakes and find new ways to cope so as to not harm his children more than he protected them. He also has the love and care of Dick, whose affection matches that of a parent more than an older sibling. In Jason’s humble opinion, children like them can only benefit from having more of those relationships.

In that regard, Jason has the privilege of practicing and honing his duties as an older brother, especially on an occasion such as this. The presence of guests in the Manor means Jason cannot conduct his usual bonding activity of showing Damian how to make the meals he often misses from his mother’s home. The weather, however, is particularly nice this afternoon, the Gotham sky only partly dotted with clouds, a rare and welcome occurrence that allows for Damian to bring his easel and paints out into the back garden for the use of natural light.

He has finished with his tutors for the day, assuring both Bruce and Jason that his assignments were completed thoroughly and promptly, a question both men knew they needn’t ask. Damian is nothing if not efficient and meticulous. His love of art as a pastime (and potential career, if his family can convince him it is, in fact, an honorable occupation, should he choose it) was a hard-fought battle in both its realization and physical manifestation.

Not unlike Jason in his youth, Damian had to be convinced that interests in leisurely activities were not abhorrent or a waste of one’s time and effort, that an individual can and should spend time doing things that feed their soul as much as their mind and body. Not everything one does has to have financial value or gain. Jason and Damian may have come from extremely different economic circumstances, but there was little in their early childhoods that did not require grueling labor and sacrifice.

Jason has the sneaking suspicion that Damian allows Jason to read alongside him while he paints or draws because it helps him to see another also partaking in such leisure activities. If anyone had told 11-year-old Jason that he would have a large and ever-growing collection of books, both rare and otherwise, for the purpose of enjoyment, he would surely have thought he had lost his mind. That would have been an extraordinary waste of much-needed money and resources. Yet, he currently holds in his hands his well-loved first edition of Frankenstein.

They usually work in companionable silence, only the sound of Titus, Damian’s puppy, chewing on a bone in the grass nearby. Jason isn’t expecting Damian to be the one to breach this unspoken contract.

“Despite the unnecessary and loathsome guests of Richard’s, the Manor has been quiet,” Damian announces, not bothering to look away from the canvas as he speaks to Jason.

Jason tries not to show his surprise, knowing Damian would pick up on the slightest of changes in his posture. He chooses to continue looking at the page in front of him without reading a word.

“It’s been quite some time since there were only three of Bruce’s children in the Manor,” Jason replies neutrally. “When I was here, before you heathens, it was only me while Dickie went to university.”

“The silence must have been blissful,” Damian retorts without the usual bite in his response. Jason doubts there’s any actual truth in that statement.

“Quite the opposite,” he responds. “You would be surprised how lonely it can become with all those empty rooms.” Jason meets Damian’s eyes over the edge of his book briefly.

“Tt, I long for the day you all finally occupy estates of your own, leaving me here in peace.”

Jason rolls his eyes, tired of playing coy, putting his book down in front of him. “If you miss Tim and Cass, hell even Steph, you’re allowed to say so.”

“What is there to possibly miss?” Damian bites back, turning his back toward Jason again. He does not however put his brush back to the canvas, holding it gently in his lap.

“Well, I know that you prefer to play chess with Tim because he’s the only one who challenges you. I know you enjoy having afternoon tea with Cass in the sunroom with all your various felines and dogs at your feet because it requires less spoken conversation than either of you like. I know Steph is the only one that ever indulges you in Snapdragon, and how B hasn’t caught you yet is nothing short of a miracle,” Jason answers in earnest, not allowing Damian to shy away from the truth of the matter.

Damian is quiet for a moment, slowly twirling the brush in his hand, ever careful not to get paint on his trousers. Jason rises from the bench he was seated on and walks over to Damian, crouching beside his stool.

“There’s been quite a few new faces around the Manor. People you, or I, haven’t met before and the ones who are usually here, voices echoing throughout the halls, are absent,” Jason observes in a voice much more gentle than he usually is. “I know that it overwhelms me a great deal. It’s perfectly acceptable to miss the others, especially when surrounded by so many you don’t know.”

Jason refrains from giving Damian the less savory details of how exactly he’s been overwhelmed. The panic that overtook him the previous day, hearing the boisterous laughter from down the hall, transporting him back to a place he only ever visits in his nightmares. The grounding techniques he’s been honing have come a long way, the memory taking a hold of him for only a moment, but the phantom ache in his legs lasted all evening. Alfred gave him a reprieve in the kitchen for the rest of the day, pushing a cup of hot tea in his hands until he was able to find his voice again.

Damian leans toward Jason but doesn’t meet his eyes. “Is that not childish? Father is not overwhelmed by the company, and neither is Richard.”

Jason smiles faintly. “B has spent more time in his study this week than he has in the past two months, and Dick is familiar with all the people he’s invited. Even so, you are not B or Dick, you may not have the same capacity for sociability that they do. I know that I certainly don’t. But that is reasonable. We’re all different in our own way.”

Damian finally looks at Jason and seems satisfied with the sincerity in his voice and on his face. He turns back toward the canvas. “Perhaps your brain damage wasn’t as severe as the doctors feared,” Damian replies, a smirk making its way onto his young face.

“Brat,” Jason bites back, choosing to ruffle Damian’s hair as he stands back up.

It’s only then that Jason realizes the two of them are no longer alone. Mr. Harper stands but a few feet away, watching the both of them with nothing short of a warm smile on his freckled face.

“Mr. Harper,” Jason starts, trying to keep his voice even. He’s surprised, no doubt, but that gives little explanation for the heat climbing its way up his neck.

Jason reads the scowl on Damian’s face as one of anxiety, that his moment of solitude has been breached. He doesn’t dare give him a reassuring smile, offering instead to sign O-K using his right hand to make a quick circle, connecting his fingers with his thumb, then fluidly forming a K-shape, pressing his thumb between his index and middle fingers as his hand is positioned vertically, simultaneously tucking his ring finger and pinky into his palm. He raises his eyebrows to indicate the unspoken question.

Damian’s scowl deepens, but he nods just slight enough that Jason can catch it. Jason moves swiftly yet calm enough that his movements don’t seem rushed. He meets Mr. Harper where he stands, gesturing toward the rest of the property, inviting him to walk deeper into the garden, away from Damian and his moment of peace.

Jason is thankful that Mr. Harper either picks up on the subtle cues between the two brothers and is polite enough not to ask, or hadn’t noticed the small exchange at all.

“Mr. Todd, I hope I didn’t pull you away from Damian unwillingly,” Mr. Harper states, more reserved than Jason’s come to expect from him.

“Nothing of the sort,” Jason replies, meeting Mr. Harper’s glance with what he hopes is a reassuring expression. “And if you had, my youngest brother would be sure to let you know his feelings on the matter.”

Mr. Harper chuckles in response, taking a moment before speaking again as they walk further along the colossal grounds of the Wayne estate, Jason leading them down the footpaths he etched into the grass in his youth. “I hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, and I didn’t hear much as I approached, I assure you, but from what little I did see, you’re quite good with him.”

Jason turns away to hide what he is now sure is blush rising from his neck to his cheeks. “Some days I’m better at it than others. Dick is the most patient out of all of us, Bruce included.”

He nods in understanding. “Dick has told me a little of his temperament and the care you’ve all shown to acclimate him to life here in Gotham. I can’t imagine that to be an easy task.”

“I can’t take much credit for that, I’m afraid. Damian came to us at a time when I myself was still adjusting to being back in Gotham. Bruce, Dick, and Alfred had their hands full between the two of us. The Wayne estate was in quite the disarray, if you can believe it,” Jason confesses, finding it easier to be honest with Mr. Harper than he had expected.

“And why am I getting the impression you are once again underestimating yourself, Mr. Todd?” Mr. Harper smirks. “You seem to be quite capable of handling him, from what I’ve seen. If I were still a betting man, I would wager you are more than apt at caring for children.”

“I sense that any attempt at disagreement on my part will end poorly for me, so I will merely show my gratitude for your kind words, Mr. Harper,” Jason answers. “It is much appreciated.”

“Finally, you have seen reason. I believe our friendship will blossom with your continued acquiescence of my correct opinions.”

“I didn’t take you for the type of man who prefers an always agreeable partner,” Jason retorts.

“You believe to have me figured out, then?”

“I wouldn’t dare assume I have unearthed all your secrets and various ways of being, but I do believe I have a good sense of who you are.”

Mr. Harper takes a moment before replying, slowing their pace. “A bold claim, but one that I have to agree with. You are correct in your assumption that I would prefer a partner capable of not only easy banter, but also one who is willing to push me,” Mr. Harper finally states. “In more ways than one.”

Jason is sure Mr. Harper did not intend for his words to sound salacious, but the heat in Jason’s face has become almost unbearable as he attempts to keep his expression neutral.

“And have you met anyone this past week capable of such things?” Jason replies, in an attempt to steer the conversation back to more comfortable waters.

“In truth, that’s the reason I sought you out,” Mr. Harper says. “Amongst my need for fresh air and a moment of peace from the endless agenda of activities that Dick and Wally seem to conjure out of nowhere.” His expression is playful, but there is a heaviness in his eyes that suggests to Jason this past week has been just as hard on him if not more so than it has been on Jason and Damian.

In fact, this isn’t the first time Mr. Harper has sought out Jason during the course of this past week. He has the uncanny ability to find Jason in any part of the Manor he’s in, excluding their private quarters upstairs. It’s not something that Jason minds, it’s nice to have the company, especially one such as Mr. Harper who seems quite fond of teasing Jason as much as he can and not at all perturbed by his scowling face or biting retorts.

Jason has become suspicious that Alfred has informed Mr. Harper on more than one occasion when he’s in the kitchen. A curious circumstance as Alfred is quite vocal about others, especially Bruce, not being allowed in that area of the house, never mind someone not a part of their household.

Most recently, Mr. Harper had caught Jason in the middle of grinding up rice that he had been soaking for the last day. The weather had been overcast and windy, inspiring Jason to make a warm beverage from his youth. He was quite disheveled when Mr. Harper walked in, white shirt rolled up to his elbows, vest unbuttoned with no jacket or cravat in sight, as he aggressively used a mortar and pestle to get the consistency he needed. There was cinnamon and vanilla warming on the stove in a pot of fresh milk, filling the room with a pleasing aroma. Jason could not stop the heat from rising to his cheeks when he had noticed Mr. Harper standing in the doorway to his right, watching with an intense gaze.

Jason cannot blame Mr. Harper for looking for respite in other parts of the Manor during breaks in the activities, especially when it is one not of his own choosing.

“I truly commend your patience and ability to sit through this whole tiresome ordeal,” Jason replies.

Mr. Harper sighs deeply. “It has been challenging, but it’s a task I have committed to and as such, I will follow through with my best efforts. If I may ask, I know some activities may not be to your interest, but I have seen little of you outside polite greetings.”

It’s more of a statement than a question, but Jason understands the meaning behind it nonetheless.

“Perhaps I have failed in my assumptions, but I believed my presence in such things would be a conflict of interest if you will. I was unsure of your level of comfort in my interference,” Jason confesses.

“I believe assumptions may run in the family,” Mr. Harper shakes his head. “Mr. Todd, I am perfectly capable of communicating my wants and needs, especially if I am asked about them. But I can’t say that I have the ability to foresee your uncertainty unless it is spoken aloud.”

“I must also confess: games and polite conversation with strangers are not my strong suit, nor my preferred way of spending my time if we’re being honest with one another.”

“That I can believe,” Mr Harper acknowledges. “It is unfair of me to expect you to share your worries when you don’t have much desire to attend these festivities at all. Perhaps it is selfish of me to hope that you would lend your advice in the matter of my potential suitors then.”

“You wish me to offer my opinion on the matches Dick has chosen for you?” Jason asks, taken aback. “I hardly believe I am qualified for that.”

“I know you to be an honest man, Mr. Todd,” he replies. “You have shown very clearly that you have my best interests at heart, and I believe your assessment of one’s character to be invaluable. While I do trust Dick and Wally to choose appropriate and well-meaning suitors for me, I do believe your impartial judgment would greatly help me in this matter. I understand if you would rather refrain from all this fanfare, and I won’t hold that against you.”

“You believe me to be impartial after my proposal?”

Mr. Harper laughs not unkindly. “Yes, your proposal, in which you would have absolutely nothing to gain from marrying me. You are perhaps the most inclined to want me to find a love match, as to not be saddled with me for the rest of your days.”

Jason doesn’t attempt to hide the scowl from overtaking his face. “You tease, but I believe we’ve had this argument already once before. I am as committed to marrying you as I am to the belief that you deserve to find someone whom you will truly love and cherish to spend your life with. I would not rob you of that opportunity.”

“Precisely,” Mr. Harper replies. “I am loath to ask more of you and your family, after all you’ve done for me. But if you find it agreeable, I would greatly value your presence at one or two of these upcoming luncheons.”

“I think I can find the time in my laborious schedule to offer my insights into the matches Dick has found for you. Lord knows, his meddlesome ways need some sort of rational mind to interfere on everyone’s behalf,” Jason teases, giving Mr. Harper as much of a hard time as he seems so comfortable giving to Jason.

“Thank you, Mr. Todd.” The sincerity clear in his tone as his charming smile takes over his face once more. “I promise, I shall be out of your hair in no time now.”

Jason finds himself wanting to argue the point but bites his tongue as they make their way back toward the Manor. He will take as much time in the presence of Mr. Harper as he’s willing to give. Despite himself, he finds he is looking forward to spending another afternoon in his presence, even if Mr. Harper’s attention will be focused on others.

While Jason did not betray the whole truth of the matter to Damian, he’s well aware he needed to utilize one of his outlets outside the Manor if he’s going to play welcoming host alongside Dick and Wally for Mr. Harper’s benefit.

Neither Bruce nor Alfred deny him his nightly activities, despite frowning upon him leaving the Manor without a word in the dead of night. Jason understands their worry, he can’t imagine himself being any different in their position, but he also needs to remind himself that he has his freedom. It often seems like an unwarranted anxiety of his, but he must placate his nerves nonetheless.

He gets home that evening, a few hours before sunrise, hoping the night owls that he calls his family are already asleep in their beds. He has no such luck as he spots light peering out from the door to Bruce’s study. Jason doesn’t think to stop until he hears some voices murmuring from inside.

Curiosity gets the best of him as he approaches the room, choosing decisively not to hide his footfalls as he is often wont to do.

“Jaylad?” Bruce’s voice. “You can come in. We have a guest.”

Jason isn’t sure what he expected, but a young man, teenager rather, sitting on the comfortable, worn sofa of Bruce’s study was decidedly not it. The young man is wearing a nice but well-loved yellow jacket, his hair cropped with tight curls, and his eyes are a shade of brown that shine with specks of gold in the candlelight. He’s holding a cooling cup of tea tightly in his hands, as Bruce sits across from him in his armchair, feigning nonchalance that would be convincing to anyone but his long-time children.

“Good even— morning,” Jason starts, bowing slightly. He doesn’t school the surprise on his face but keeps his expression open and sincere in his greeting.

“This is my second son, Jason,” Bruce introduces. “And this is Duke. He’s going to be staying with us for some time.”

Jason smiles politely, “Nice to meet you, Duke. Have you had the pleasure, or rather misfortune, of meeting the other indecent children of the house?” He smiles in a way he hopes is endearing.

“Let’s not scare him off before he’s even settled in,” Bruce huffs, his eyes hard, but the twitch of his lips betrays his amusement.

“It’s good to meet you as well,” Duke answers, a smile faint on his face, one that doesn’t meet his eyes. “I do appreciate your hospitality. I’m unsure of how long I’ll be here, but all the same, thank you.”

Bruce looks between the two of them, rising from his chair. “I will go and check to see if Alfred has your room ready. You’ll be staying in this wing of the Manor, if that pleases you?”

Confusion overtakes Duke’s face, but he nods nonetheless. “I— That will be fine, Mr. Wayne.”

“Please,” Bruce urges. “Call me Bruce.”

“Bruce,” Duke acquiesces. He nods toward Duke approvingly before taking his leave.

The interaction between the two of them brings Jason back almost a decade, to the moment when he was first brought into the Manor, into the world of Mr. Bruce Wayne, how his adopted father moved through the world effortlessly, every branch of society bowing to his whims whether he approved of it or not. The whiplash it gave young Jason to go from the streets of Gotham to the wealthiest estate in the county. It felt like a fever dream, one he was so sure was unreal, avoiding sleep for the first few nights to make sure it wasn’t a living nightmare.

“The sheer number of wings in this palace they call a home is absurd, if you ask me,” Jason offers. “And the real crime is Bruce’s complete obliviousness. You would think he would gain a little more self-awareness after all these years and all his adopted children.”

“It’s quite impressive,” Duke concedes. “The man is a bit out of touch, even if he is generous.”

“You learn quickly,” Jason asserts. “Tim is going to love you.”

“While I would be delighted to meet the whole of the Wayne family, I’m not sure how long I’ll be staying,” he responds.

“I assume you’re not an orphan, then?” Jason guesses. “If I may ask.” He’s quick to add, realizing he’s made himself far too familiar with Duke, far too soon.

It’s hard not to, there’s an air about the teenager that is warm and open. Jason thinks his familiarity may be an attempt at overcompensation on his part, his introductions to Tim and Damian are ones he would pay anything to do over again. He refuses to make the same mistakes a third time. But Duke isn’t a part of their family, not quite yet anyway.

“No,” Duke replies. “My parents are alive, but they’re very ill. The doctors are unsure the cause or of any cure, it’s something that affects the mind. They fear it’s not safe for me to care for them on my own any longer.”

“I’m sure that was difficult to hear,” Jason says sympathetically. While the circumstances are not quite the same, he understands Duke’s plight all too well. “My mother was very ill when I was a child. I took care of her for a time before she succumbed to the disease. It’s not a child’s duty to care for their parents, no matter how much we wish to.”

“Bruce has sent for doctors across the continent to help. A luxury my family could not afford. They’re at the most renowned hospital in Gotham and yet, I feel as if I have done them a disservice by accepting Bruce’s hospitality.”

“There is nothing you can do for them while they’re being treated, except visit when it’s permissible. Most of us here thought we could take care of ourselves, even when life handed us the toughest lessons. Bruce and Alfred showed us that the most difficult things in life shouldn’t be handled alone.”

Duke smiles at Jason, nodding in understanding. He looks tired, and Jason has no doubt the toll such responsibility has taken on him. No matter the outcome, whether Duke stays with them or not, Jason has already decided that Duke is another child he’ll protect with all he has.

Approaching from the hallway, Alfred clears his throat so as to not interrupt and offers to show Duke to his room when he’s ready, suggesting he get some rest after a long evening. As they both depart, Jason turns to leave as well before seeing Bruce has found his way back into the study.

“You handled that well,” he states. It’s blunt and lacks much emotion— par for the course.

Jason tries not to bristle at his comment. “Do you believe I would have told you to leave him? That he wasn’t welcome here?”

“No, not at all. I meant—” Bruce starts. At least he has half the mind to look sheepish.

“I know what you meant, B,” Jason sighs. “I am aware of how poorly I handled my introduction to Tim, to put it mildly. For what it’s worth, I think you did the right thing.”

“It’s worth a great deal to me,” Bruce replies, stepping further into the room, closer to Jason as he does. He looks as if he wants to reach out but thinks the better of it. “Tim doesn’t hold those transgressions against you. And I least of all. I know I’ve had my fair share of mishaps with all of you.”

Jason nods, silently grateful. He doesn’t have it in him to argue with Bruce this evening. He moves to make himself comfortable on the deep blue sofa that Jason is sure has been in this study since Dick was an only child. He puts his feet, still in his outdoor boots, up on the armrest just to see the eyebrow twitch on Bruce’s face. “Now, I do have to say it.”

“You know you do not have to say anything,” Bruce sighs, already sounding defeated. He moves to sit in his armchair across from him.

Jason smirks, turning his head on the pillow to look at Bruce. “Tim, Cass, Steph, gone for merely a fortnight and this is how you cope.”

Bruce rubs at his eyes with one hand, feigning frustration, but Jason knows he’s tired. “Believe it or not, Jaylad, I do not seek this out.”

“And why do I not believe you?” he asks, smirk still on his face.

Bruce raises an eyebrow at him in judgment. “Do you really believe me to wish for misfortune to befall children so that I may snatch them up? You’ve been reading too many gothic novels.”

“I, for one, think you would make a great gothic villain. You brood enough for it.” Bruce’s eyebrows crease into a scowl at the comment. Jason’s laugh surprises even himself, “You know, you’re just proving my point.”

It’s not uncommon for Jason to laugh at Bruce’s expense when the whole of the family is around, but it’s rare for laughter to fill the conversations they have one-on-one. There was a time when Jason’s laughter filled the halls of the Manor, delighting in Bruce’s less rare displays of whimsy, indulging and encouraging Jason to be the child he was. He often wonders if Bruce remembers those moments, and if he can even see that child in the Jason in front of him.

The foot-races and tug-of-war games he used to play on the streets were more about surviving than they were about fun. When Bruce took him in, he taught Jason a variety of games from cards to Fox & Geese, a favorite of his that involved a cross-shaped board and pieces representing geese and one fox. The object of the game was for the fox player to capture as many geese as they could, while the geese player attempted to trap the fox on the board, so it could no longer move to attack the geese. Bruce always allowed Jason to pick whichever animal he wanted, rather often he chose the fox.

Despite the name, Jason found battledore and shuttlecock to be a tiresome game, though it was one of Bruce’s favorites. Rather than give up on outdoor activities like Jason expected, Bruce introduced him to the newer game of base-ball, teaching him how to hit a hard ball with a flat stick. Jason became quite apt at hitting the ball every time Bruce threw it, feeling a thrill when it would arch in the air as it flew across the vast grounds of the Manor. He would often drag Bruce from his study midday with little resistance, so long as the Gotham weather wasn’t too damp.

Jason can see glimpses of that Bruce with Damian and Cass, even Tim when he allows himself a little enjoyment. Bruce indulging and encouraging the games, albeit with less outward enthusiasm than he had with Jason. Tim and Damian are no longer allowed to play Fox & Geese together for the sake of their whole family.

He has yet to see any of his siblings or Bruce with base-ball equipment, leading him to wonder if Bruce even kept them. He’s unsure if too much has changed between the two of them, if he’s changed too much for them to get back to that place, where Bruce smiled more freely and Jason laughed so easily.

Shaking his head of those memories, Jason adds, “Dick and Wally need to look into adopting their own. You’re getting too old for this. We need grandchildren here to keep you preoccupied.”

Bruce smiles mostly to himself, no doubt envisioning an even fuller Manor than they already have. “And Damian was just lamenting about how quiet the Manor has been.”

“Lamenting?” Jason asks. He wonders if he should be less shocked that Bruce has become attuned to Damian’s moods and the truth of his underlying emotions that he tries so hard to hide with his pointed exterior. “I see you’re learning in your old age, too. Who would have thought the brat would miss Tim so much, and I would be the welcoming committee for the newest addition?”

There’s a quiet pause before Bruce speaks. “I would have,” he finally states. “Or rather, it’s what I had hoped… so desperately. I remember when you and Dick weren’t getting along, you were so heartbroken over it, not that you would let me see. I was aware enough to understand that much. And I remember thinking you had — and you still do — so much love in your heart, you’d welcome anyone into the family given the chance. I know I’m to blame for the way I handled things with Dick, when you came into our lives, I hope you realize that, and I hope Dick can be forgiving of himself and of me in that regard.

When Damian came to us, I saw my younger self in him. Alfred could tell you, I was an angry child, I lashed out, I had no tools to redirect my emotions away from destruction. Tim has this way about him, this uncanny ability, one I wish he hadn’t needed to hone throughout his life, but he takes destruction, ruin, violence, and he turns it into grace and understanding. It’s a skill I could not master in a thousand lifetimes, and I am beyond lucky to call that boy my son. I fear without him, this family would indeed be in ruin. I loathe that it’s a responsibility he undertook, it should have been something I handled.

It’s something I know you appreciate about him and I am grateful every single day that Dick has been able to show Damian that. I don’t dare take credit for his progression in the ways of human empathy, that falls to all of you.”

It’s one of the rare moments of such open honesty and vulnerability Jason sees from Bruce, they’ve become more common these past few years, but they’re still jarring nonetheless. His adopted father has never been the best with his words, choosing to let his actions speak for themselves.

Jason had not been expecting such a speech from Bruce, but he doesn’t regret engaging in the conversation in the first place, which is a sign toward the positive. He suddenly feels quite tired, his usual walls have crumbled with all the excitement of the day, the early hour of the morning catching up to him.

He sits up slowly, pushing himself to his feet, not meeting Bruce’s eyes as he does. Jason sees him hold his breath, preparing for the worst of Jason’s temper, for him to spit in the face of his vulnerability, rejecting the man he calls his father like he has before.

Jason stops at the door, hand on the frame, before turning to look at Bruce. “You may want to think of what all of your children have in common, B. Our meeting and relationships are not happenstance.” Bruce meets his eyes, there’s a look of almost gratitude on his face. “A greatly foolish man decided to start a family and chose us. That counts for something. It has to.”

The following days of meeting suitors go by painfully slow in Jason’s humble opinion, and he wishes desperately that the day of the others’ return would come hastily. Having Duke at the Manor has been a blessing for both Jason and Damian.

Damian’s reaction to the newest addition to the household, however temporary, was better than any of them could have envisioned. Perhaps Tim, Steph, and Cass’s absence helped in that, but Damian has taken it upon himself to show Duke what it means to be living as a Wayne and his responsibilities if he is to stay with them for an extended period of time.

Such duties have led Jason and Dick to walk in on quite the adorable scene of Damian in the library with the blackboard likely from his own tutoring sessions, showing Duke acceptable responses to the “impudent” statements from Gotham's elite, complete with a list of responses one may think in their mind but are not permitted to state out loud in polite company. Dick and Jason have to stop themselves from laughing so loud they’re heard as they run quietly back downstairs.

Other lessons between the two youngest have included the introduction of basic signs and finger-spelling so Duke may better communicate with Cass upon her return.

The source of all the commotion in the Manor, Mr. Harper, does his best to ease the tedium of the long days. He often shoots Jason comical looks, wiggling his eyebrows with impressive animation, at any particularly unbecoming or forward comments from any suitors. Jason’s stoicism has been put to the test on more than one occasion in the face of Mr. Harper.

With all the time Jason has spent out of the social scene, many of the bachelors and bachelorettes in Gotham and the surrounding cities are unfamiliar to him. This becomes a moot point when they are not invited back to the Manor for second meetings and potential courting opportunities.

As the week goes on and the number of suitors dwindles, Jason keeps his opinions mostly to himself, unless directly asked by either Mr. Harper or Dick. Jason hadn’t been privy to the debriefing sessions that occurred during the evenings until now.

He knows that Dick, for all his fun-loving personality, has been taking this with all the seriousness and sincerity he can muster. Yet seeing that in action was something else entirely, he asks Mr. Harper questions aimed to get the most genuine answers, his feelings on certain aspects of the different personalities, his reactions to specific statements made by the various suitors. Each session ends with them one step closer to finding the perfect match for Mr. Harper.

Jason is quite impressed with Dick’s thorough and concise analysis of each pursuer, allowing Mr. Harper to voice his opinions before offering his own insights. It’s easy to forget that Dick has a social façade almost, if not, more convincing than Bruce’s. He’s a natural-born leader and strategist, which isn’t so surprising when he’s been wrangling and guiding all of his siblings for as long as he has.

Dick and Wally have been thorough in their screening of each individual, but even so, there are some there for financial gain alone or to obtain insight into Mr. Harper’s return to Gotham society. The gossip mongers are easily and politely dealt with — Dick is far too courteous, in Jason’s opinion, but there’s a reason he’s the one in charge of this whole charade.

Jason doesn’t gravely judge those in pursuit of a fortune, while he wishes Mr. Harper was not subject to those wanting to get close to him for his adopted father’s wealth, he cannot fault those who wish to change their station in life. He knows there are a few who are simply looking to climb from wealthy to wealthier, however, there are a number of other sympathetic reasons why an individual may need to gain more capital, a circumstance he knows all too well.

In the end, there’s one person Jason knows he cannot help but recommend for Mr. Harper’s life partner. There are certain feelings that arise when Jason comes to this realization, but he refuses to acknowledge those in any form. He has a duty to put Mr. Harper’s happiness and well-being before his own emotions, whatever they may be.

Ms. Kori Anders comes from a distant line of royalty across the continent, in the foreign nation of Tamaran. She has been traveling the continent in an effort to expand her knowledge and understanding of other cultures. Jason can’t help but describe her as magnetic, her personality overtaking any room she enters, she’s mesmerizing in a way that he hasn’t experienced in quite some time. It’s hard not to be taken with her, even if Jason has no romantic inclinations in that regard.

Conversation with Ms. Anders is easy and intriguing, she’s honest in a way that betrays she knows no other way of being. It’s a refreshing change of pace. Mr. Harper seems to be as taken by her as Jason himself, but perhaps in a much different way. It’s not hard for Jason to envision a future for Mr. Harper that involves Ms. Anders, full of travel, indulgence, and escapades that could keep one entertained for the rest of their days.

Mr. Harper makes her laugh repeatedly, full and bright, filling the room with joy. Ms. Anders seems charmed by Mr. Harper and his inviting personality, as she returns each day to enthusiastically indulge Dick in each activity he’s planned for the group. She asks questions of Mr. Harper like she knows nothing of what the gossips of Gotham have whispered about him for years, and Jason comes to realize she really has no interest or want to know of petty gossip. She has guarded herself from that quite well, unconcerned with the opinions of others.

If Jason weren’t so concerned with his task in aiding Mr. Harper, he could see himself forming a friendly affection for Ms. Anders. She is one of the rare few acquaintances that Jason finds himself enjoying on more than one occasion, not an easy feat.

It seems to him that a genuine courtship of Ms. Anders is the only logical choice and solution to Mr. Harper’s predicament. He knows he has championed for Mr. Harper to find a love match, despite the unfortunate circumstances of the whole situation, yet, Jason cannot help but feel disheartened to know the perfect match for Mr. Harper would ultimately send him from Gotham again. Their budding friendship has been a light in Jason’s life he hadn’t known he was missing.

Jason loves his family with the whole of his being, but there is much to be said about companionship outside of familial ties. It’s something that Jason has never been quite good at, it was hard for him to trust others in his youth, even his peers, whilst he was living on the streets. It was even harder to trust the children his age when he was adopted by Bruce, never knowing if they were befriending him, only to inevitably scorn him for his background and poor upbringing. But it’s easy to trust Mr. Harper, easy to open up to him in ways he hasn’t done in years. Jason isn’t sure he’s willing to give that up just yet.

The choice is taken from him when Mr. Harper seeks him out after one of their debriefing sessions, Jason was more reserved and contemplative than he has been all week, he’s aware, but he knows time is running out and there isn’t anything he can do about that. Ms. Anders has responsibilities outside of Gotham she is no doubt beholden to and with Jason’s recommendation, Mr. Harper would follow her.

Dick and Wally bid the two of them goodnight as they make their way up to bed. Mr. Harper stops Jason before he can follow suit.

“Mr. Todd, if I could steal one more moment of your time before I make my leave,” he asks, moving in to reach out to Jason before he stops himself. Jason is surprised, but dampens any outward show of it.

“Of course, Mr. Harper, I won’t be ready to retire to my room for quite a few hours regardless,” he answers truthfully. “I can show you to the library if you’d be more comfortable?”

They’ve been meeting nightly in one of the sitting rooms downstairs after the other guests have left, it’s not an uncomfortable room, but there’s a level of formality present in the public spaces of the house that Jason never quite got used to.

“Upstairs?” Mr. Harper raises an eyebrow at him, not hiding the surprise on his face.

“Yes,” Jason replies, steeling himself. “There is a more public one on this floor, but the one in the family wing gets the most use.”

Jason knows it’s an absurd statement as it leaves his mouth, but there’s not much he can do to soften the extent of excess in Wayne Manor, not that Mr. Harper is unfamiliar with living with extravagant wealth.

“I’m not even sure the last time Olli- Oliver stepped foot in his library,” Mr Harper confesses. “I cannot say I’m much for reading, but I’ll follow you.”

Jason chuckles as he leads Mr. Harper upstairs. “This library has the most comfortable seating of the entire house. Trust me.”

“Oh, I do.” Mr. Harper laughs, matching Jason’s stride up the stairs as to not be left behind. Jason’s face colors at that comment, refusing to acknowledge his body’s betrayal and the emotions a statement like that brings up.

“Please, make yourself comfortable,” Jason offers, guiding Mr. Harper into the library. It’s not something he’s ever shown to anyone else, only family ever graces it with their presence. To say it’s special to Jason would be an understatement. This is his sanctuary, the place he goes to feel at peace, when life becomes too overbearing and the outside world seems to close in, it’s his solitude, a refuge.

“Wow,” Mr. Harper comments as he takes in the vast expanse of the library.

The room isn’t modest by any means, bookshelves line every wall, except by the fireplace in the corner that fills the cozy reading nook with warmth. There is a variety of seating in the room, a long table with chairs you would find in a more formal library for study, a few desks against the wall under the windows. There are various couches and armchairs, lush rugs and thick-cushioned floor pillows.

The walls are a deep green, but the various pieces of furniture and decor are a cacophony of color, a clash of styles that should be offensive to the eye, but somehow come together harmoniously. Contrasted with the dark color of the wall, above the fireplace are bright canvases filled with portraits of each member of the family, including pets, expertly done, all signed with a “D.aG.W.” in the bottom right-hand corner.

Jason takes in Mr. Harper’s face as he considers every element of the room, eyes darting around in an attempt to catalog each aspect. It’s the most vulnerable Jason has been in a long time, allowing another person into this space he calls his own. He can admit, even if it’s just to himself, that it’s terrifying yet exhilarating. It fills him with equal parts dread and excitement, as if he’s standing on a ledge he had no idea he’d been approaching.

“This is,” Mr. Harper starts.

“A lot, I am aware,” Jason finishes for him, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Incredible,” he corrects, turning his awestruck smiling face on Jason. “I may not be one for fiction, but I can understand why you’d want to spend all your time here.”

Jason allows himself a small smile, releasing a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “It didn’t always look like this. A lot of stylistic choices were made in the past few years. Each of us has brought a little part of ourselves into here.”

“I can tell,” Mr. Harper replies, walking closer to the wall near the fireplace. He stops in front of the portrait of Jason. It’s a more flattering image of himself than he feels is accurate. The painting shows him from the waist up, seated in profile in his favorite red armchair, a book in hand, his dress is casual, almost unkempt, but comfortable. His face shows his scaring and white streak, but he looks calm and relaxed, not smiling, however the ever-present crease in his brow has been smoothed out. His expression is one that is unfamiliar to him, for he’s sure he hasn’t ever looked that at peace since he’s returned, but he allows his family this impression of him, if only for their own sense of ease.

“Damian has captured you well,” he adds, still staring at the portrait.

“It’s a flattering portrayal, if that’s what you mean,” Jason retorts, analyzing Mr. Harper’s own expression as he speaks.

He turns to face Jason, knitting his eyebrows together. “Flattering in its accuracy is what I do mean.”

Jason opens his mouth to argue once more but thinks better of it. “Thank you.”

Mr. Harper smiles sharply at him, seemingly pleased with that response. “You’re very welcome. I promise I won’t take up much more of your time. That is, if I can help myself from falling asleep in the comfort of this room.”

“I’m in no rush,” Jason responds, “And I can assure you, you wouldn’t be the first nor the last to do so.” He gestures for Mr. Harper to take a seat next to him on the largest of the couches, long enough to comfortably fit at least six full-grown bodies.

Mr. Harper sighs as he sits. “This is even more plush than I had expected. Mr. Wayne truly keeps no holds barred when it comes to luxury.”

“In other ways as well,” Jason mutters more to himself than Mr. Harper, who catches it nonetheless and laughs brightly.

“That seems like a fair assessment if you ask me,” he replies before pausing. “Mr. Todd, I had hoped, as we near the end of the list of potential suitors, you would offer your opinion more freely.”

Jason doesn’t conceal his look of shock in this instance. He gives himself a moment to collect his thoughts. “Dick has been quite thorough in his insights, I hadn’t thought there was much more for me to add.”

Mr. Harper leans back into the sofa, turning his body to face Jason more directly. “Yes, Dick and Wally have both been quite helpful, but I’m wondering more specifically about what you might be thinking in all of this.”

What Jason thinks is that Mr. Harper has been the highlight of his days in the recent week, and the thought of losing his presence has become a fear he hadn’t envisioned himself developing. All of which he could not voice even if he wanted to. He is here in the aid of Mr. Harper, and his own feelings in the matter do little to help with that cause.

“I think that there is a match that is perfectly suited for you,” Jason manages to share, however it may pain him. “Ms. Kori Anders, I believe she would make you quite happy.”

Mr. Harper keeps his expression painfully neutral. Jason hasn’t known him long enough to be able to decipher his minute expressions and changes in posture, but god would he like to. “Do you?” he asks, even his voice betrays nothing.

“I do,” Jason nods, deciding at that moment to commit to the task he was given. If he has to recommend another for Mr. Harper, then he will do so wholeheartedly or not at all. “Ms. Anders is kind-hearted, she lives life with a great sense of adventure, one that could never bore you. She is warm and honest, speaking her mind at all times. And for some reason I cannot fathom, she finds you quite humorous.” Jason adds just to tease, smiling in a way that he hopes looks sincere.

Mr. Harper laughs at that. “One day, Mr. Todd, you will admit that you find my sense of humor charming.”

“Perhaps in my third life,” Jason retorts before he can stop himself. Mr. Harper, however, laughs louder still, clearly amused at Jason’s dark humor.

Once he has gotten himself under control, Mr. Harper replies, “You’ve given a ringing endorsement of Ms. Anders. You believe we could be a love match?”

The wording makes Jason’s heart clench in a way he doesn’t understand, but nods nonetheless. “From what I have observed, I think you are both quite charmed by the other. Your values seem to align, from what I gathered. It would be a solid foundation for a love match to blossom.”

Mr. Harper eyes him critically, as if there’s a puzzle in Jason’s expression he hopes to solve. He nods more to himself than to Jason, before standing. “I believe I’ve made my decision then, Mr. Todd.”

Chapter Text

The anticipation Jason previously held for Tim’s return has quickly been replaced by an overwhelming anxiety. They’ve grown close the past several years, and Jason’s sure Tim will see through him with little scrutiny. He knows he’ll be unable to hide much from his younger brother the moment they find themselves without the presence of their other nosy siblings.

Jason sits in the upstairs library undisturbed as his mind races, his leg has been bouncing for the better part of the hour as he makes little sense of the words on the page in front of him. He was less than kind to Damian this morning due to his mood, causing both him and Duke to give Jason a wide berth for the rest of the morning. The last he saw of those two, Duke had been practicing his finger spelling to refine his introduction to Cass.

Between Cass and Tim, Jason has no hope of hiding his current inner turmoil from his family for much longer. The much-anticipated return of half their household has everyone, including Bruce, up and ready for the day. Jason has missed Tim immensely, but he truly dreads having to explain himself and his actions from the past fortnight. In the last day, he has done nothing but replay the hundreds of ways Tim will look at him, disappointed, sighing in a way that betrays more than words could.

The problem, Jason finds, in thinking with his heart, and not his mind, is the numerous ways he tends to doubt himself in the aftermath. The crux of the issue is that Jason doesn’t trust himself, hasn’t trusted himself in many years. The decisions he makes always seem to be the wrong ones, over and over. His judgement has always seemed flawed, and he often wonders if he’s ever made a sensible decision in all his life.

Jason thinks of the times his own mind lies to him, twists truths in a way that makes them black and rotted, showing him things that aren’t there, bringing him places he never wishes to visit again.

To expose his thought process and rash decision-making to Tim from the weeks he was away is a terrifying prospect. What if his brother thinks him mad? What if he doesn’t see the situation in the way Jason does? What if he tells Jason just how very wrong and selfish and unworthy he is?

Jason shakes his head and throws his book on the couch with a touch more force than is necessary. He needs to get out of his own mind before he gets lost in there. He isn’t sure where his feet lead him through the Manor, until he’s standing in front of Dick’s room. Jason hesitates before knocking, the urge to turn and run in the opposite direction much too strong.

But he promised himself, his family, he would try, he would do better, be better. And he can’t do this alone any longer.

Dick opens the door before Jason can make excuses.

“Jay,” Dick smiles, far too bright for this early in the day. “I thought I heard you come down the hall.”

“I..” he starts, unsure what the hell he even wants to say. Jason isn’t quite ready to confess to Dick the results of his most recent conversation with Roy. There’s more at stake in revealing to his eldest brother that he decided to meddle in the affairs of one of his oldest friends. Yet, it appears he needs not say anything at all as Dick takes in the right state of him, a frown causing the lines to crease in his forehead.

“Come in, sit,” Dick instructs. “Wally is out on an errand.”

Jason feels more steady on his feet as he makes his way over to the indigo velvet chaise in the center of Dick’s bedchamber.

Dick’s room has been the source of much redecoration over the years. Its current iteration is full of both bright and dark blue hues, with gold and yellow accents throughout. It's ornate and over the top, but perfectly captures all that is Richard Grayson-Wayne.

His first bedroom renovation occurred when he came to the Manor. Traveling with the circus didn’t allow for much stability in terms of lodgings; carriages and carts were the mainstay of what he called home. To have a bedroom of his own, that he could keep and decorate as he pleased, was a luxury he was unsure what to do with.

Naturally, young Dick wanted to bring a piece of the circus to the Manor with him and Bruce indulged his creativity a little too deeply in Jason’s opinion. Allowing his bedroom to sport the color scheme of Haly’s big top, bright red, green, and yellow. The wallpaper with stripes of red and yellow, the curtains a brighter green than was surely deemed fashionable. The canopy of the bed sporting the same yellow tones with a green duvet and red pillowcases.

When Dick had gone off to university, leaving behind his obnoxious bedchamber for a time, Bruce had offered Jason the same colorful option for his own bedroom. It had been one of the first times that Jason openly opposed Bruce, telling him his honest feelings on how truly heinous he found Dick’s taste in decor. He still remembers how brightly and openly Bruce laughed at his honesty.

While the color palette of gold and blue is perhaps less offensive to Jason’s taste than previous iterations of Dick’s bedroom, the choices for wallpaper and furniture are still more lavish than he prefers.

As he sinks into the cushions of the sofa underneath him, he can’t find it in himself to raise any objections. Jason leans back and channels his energy into steadying his breathing, refusing to acknowledge Dick’s look of concern.

Dick, bless him, reads his stoicism for what it is, and comments no further. Instead, he regales Jason with the extensive shopping list he entrusted to Wally, who offered to go into town lest Tim and company arrive before he returns, knowing Dick would be loath to miss it.

This version of Dick is one that Jason knows well and appreciates greatly. He has the uncanny ability to know when his voice can fill a room with an ongoing chatter to distract from anything else. He’s also quite apt at using that voice to command a room as necessary. It’s familiar and amiable enough to distract Jason from his spiraling thoughts and unkind assessments of his own character.

Jason’s not expected to offer any thoughts of his own as he sinks further into the warmth of Dick’s voice speaking about nothing of consequence, topics he knows offer no triggers for Jason as far as he’s aware. It carries Jason all the way through Alfred’s announcement of the approach of their siblings onto the estate grounds.

Dick seems as if he wishes to give Jason an embrace for reassurance but thinks better of it at the last moment, another correct read of his person that Jason greatly appreciates.

Jason allows himself a few more panicked thoughts about Tim’s reaction before he pulls himself together. If one person in this family will hold the truth of Jason’s recent engagement, it will be Tim.

“I believe I’ve made my decision then, Mr. Todd.”

The abruptness of the declaration has Jason holding his breath more visibly than he would have liked, but there’s nothing to say in the face of being shocked. He collects himself in a more gentlemanly manner before speaking.

“I wish you all the best in your marriage to Ms. Anders,” Jason replies, mustering all the courage into his voice that he hopes is more even-keeled than he feels.

When Jason had propositioned Mr. Harper at Ms. Lance’s estate, he was hopelessly sincere in his offer yet blatantly aware that he was the lowest of options. A choice Mr. Harper should make if only he were truly desperate.

Mr. Harper eyes him critically, no amount of judgement in his gaze, but contemplative nonetheless. “Perhaps I should be less cryptic. I am rather more inclined to accept your offer than I am to propose to Ms. Anders.”

If Jason had felt shock before, then the feeling that burst its way through his chest was surely that of a heart attack or some other medical affliction. To hear him choose Jason above another more desirable and worthy candidate was unfathomable.

“To be sure, I haven’t heard you correctly, Mr. Harper,” Jason stammers, more certain that his own faulty hearing and memory are playing tricks on him.

“I am quite serious and confident in this decision,” Mr Harper asserts. “Unless, of course, you have changed your mind in regard to this proposed arrangement.”

“No, not in the slightest,” Jason pauses. “I was just sure you had found the perfect candidate in Ms. Anders. One that could grow into a love match with time.”

“I have no romantic aspirations any longer, I’m afraid. This whole process has been quite onerous if I’m to be honest. I’m ready for less excitement in my life, not more. I’ve lived much in the past few years, indulging every flight of fancy I had, most in excess. What I crave now more than anything is stability,” Mr. Harper confessed. “Ms. Anders is a lovely individual, charming, beautiful, otherworldly, but she leads a life that requires much travel and exhilaration that no longer suits me. If I am to continue on the path I have cultivated for myself, I need a place and a partner I can feel secure in, that I can rely on. And I truly feel that is you, Mr. Todd, if you would have me.”

Jason allows himself to sit with Mr. Harper’s admirable honesty for a moment, collecting his thoughts before responding.

“Thank you for trusting me with this. I would not dare insult you by questioning your decision further. Your agency in this situation holds far more weight than my own anxieties.”

“It would not be entirely truthful if I said I didn’t have anxieties of my own. This decision will affect us both for the remainder of our lives, but I would not dare insult you by questioning your own agency in this decision,” Mr. Harper responds, with a hint of teasing in his voice.

“I’m at your disposal in this regard, Mr. Harper. I will defer to you on how you wish to follow through with this arrangement.”

“For my own sake and yours, we will need to convince Oliver that this relationship is authentic. He may not approve of the union, but he can hardly object if there is a proper and visible courtship for all to witness through the season. For all his petty differences with your father, the name Wayne holds significant weight in society. For him to openly oppose you and our relationship, it would only reflect badly on him and possibly ruin any future matches for my own younger siblings. Oliver still plays by the same societal rules that we all must, and we can use that to our favor.”

“Cunning you are,” Jason responds, impressed with the amount of thought Mr. Harper has clearly put into this plan. Jason was truthful in his statement that he wouldn’t insult Mr. Harper by continuing to question his certainty, yet he was unprepared for how serious and thoughtful he has been thus far. There’s another, less familiar feeling that has wormed its way into Jason’s gut, one that he’s refusing to name.

“To be transparent, I have no idea how my family will react to our courtship and engagement as I’ve been very clear that I have no intention of marrying, now or in the future. A believable courtship would thus be advantageous to us both. I’m unsure of how convincing we will be under their scrutiny, but if I portray how sincere I am in my attachment to you, they will not oppose us. For all their faults, I do know they wish me to be happy.”

“The first order of business will be to put an end to the parade of suitors that Dick and Wally continue to conjure. While I am grateful for their assistance, I cannot say I will miss the endless shallow conversations and luncheons. I should be the one to suggest an end to this all. Yet, I’m unsure how your brother will react if I blatantly make my intentions toward you clear.”

“Nor I,” Jason replies. “Perhaps we should conceive of a convincing narrative that will appeal to Dick’s romantic sensibilities.”

Roy hums in agreement. “That idea may just be successful. Did you have something particular in mind?”

Jason cannot succeed in hiding his blush. “I do, but you mustn’t laugh at me.”

“Laugh at you? Mr. Todd, I would hope I haven’t given you that impression.”

“You say that now, but when I tell you, you may change your mind and think me ridiculous.”

“You are many things, but ridiculous, I would not concede.”

“Very well,” Jason sighs. “Do you remember our first meeting?”

Mr. Harper smiles, not unkindly. “Yes, quite well. You were very upset. I believe Mr. Wayne may have been to blame.”

Jason flushes deeper. “Yes, indeed. But you, Mr. Harper, were very kind to me. Far kinder than many young gentlemen your age might have been.”

“You give me far too much credit yet again.”

“Well, your kindness left a lasting impression on me as a boy. Dick often referred to you as my first crush. He was mercilessly with his teasing whenever you were mentioned.”

“Truly?” Mr Harper asks. Jason nods, unwilling to meet his eyes. “I cannot believe my actions had influenced you so greatly. I admit I was not in the habit of leaving many lasting positive impressions at the time. I am greatly flattered by your younger affections toward me.”

“You don’t think it’s laughable?” Jason hates the way his voice betrays his uncertainty.

“Not in the slightest. I think it’s quite endearing and the perfect foundation for our future engagement. If I know Dick at all, he will be moved by your long harbored crush.”

Jason rolls his eyes at that. “Don’t let the poor judgement of my younger self fool you, Mr. Harper.” He laughs in response. “We shall hope it’ll convince the rest of my siblings just as assuredly.”

Most, but not all, of Jason’s anxieties are tempered the moment Tim embraces him as he steps out of their carriage. Their height difference is often something Jason lauds over his younger brother, but in sincere moments like this, he finds great pleasure in being able to tuck Tim’s head safely in his chest. The hug lasts longer than Jason usually allows, as they’re both not the most physically affectionate of their family — although it is hard to compete with Dick in this regard — but the stresses of the day and past few weeks have caught up to him.

As Tim steps back, Jason can see the calculating look on his face emerge as he assesses Jason for any sign of distress. Jason, ever evasive, plasters on his most convincing smile and goes to greet Cass and Steph before he can be scrutinized further.

Tim doesn’t get the chance to question Jason as they are swept up in the excitement of their return. Dick asks too many questions at once, while Bruce inquires about the comfort of their stay and their journey home, Damian says little but thoroughly investigates if everyone has come back unharmed, though he would never admit it aloud.

The introductions to Duke go swimmingly, Tim taking a vested interest in the new member of their household, surprising no one. Cass seems delighted as well, enthused to have collected yet another little brother. Bruce’s attempts to caution their enthusiasm go unacknowledged.

They spend the rest of the day hearing tales of their adventures, how they found the different cities and towns they visited, the beauty and pleasant weather of the shore, and how their various acquaintances are getting on. Despite the novelty of Tim and Kon’s marriage, the outward affection between Steph and Cass is far more pronounced than it was before their holiday. Seeing each of his siblings, happily paired, sends warmth through Jason. For not the first time, observing his family together, joyfully indulging in each other’s company, makes him glad that he has found his way back here, no matter how perilous the journey was.

Bruce refuses to indulge Tim in any talks of business until at least the next morning, much to his chagrin. After a quite rowdy dinner, even by Wayne standards, most of the family elects to retire for bed, exhausted from travel and the revelry of the day.

Despite hours of artfully avoiding Tim’s gaze, Jason’s luck in that regard runs out much quicker than he would have liked. Conner, able to read Tim’s many moods, simply bids him goodnight with a kiss and a reassuring smile before departing to their bedchamber. Tim waves Jason into the study and, while reluctant, he knows that it’s better to get the truth of everything out sooner rather than later.

Tim takes to an armchair rather than his usual place at his desk, letting himself relax into the red cushions. Jason takes a moment to look him over, noticing his much unstrained posture, his shoulders pulled back, no longer hunched up to his ears. He looks at ease, unbothered in a way that Jason doesn’t think he has observed in all the years he’s known him. It forces a small smile out of him, seeing Tim at a place where the world isn’t sitting on his shoulders.

He knows Kon has been good for him, has eased his burdens in a way their family has tried to so desperately. Bruce has improved his approaches to his issues over time, but in truth no one has been quite so successful as Tim’s now-husband. Jason wonders for the first time if his eventual marriage to Mr. Harper will have any of the same effect on him. It’s hard to imagine anyone relieving the pressure that Jason places on himself. The possibility of it seems insurmountable.

Jason falls onto the chaise across from Tim, laying down with his arms behind his head, feigning nonchalance in a way that is so blatantly put on, he knows he wouldn’t even convince Bruce of it.

“If you wish to inform me of the more personal matters of your trip, I implore you to keep those details to yourself,” Jason states, in an attempt to control of the flow of the conversation.

Tim rolls his eyes. “We may be close, but we are certainly not that close. I wouldn’t subject either of us to that mortification.” Jason huffs out a laugh. “You seem to be… more subdued than usual. I don’t want to make assumptions, perhaps it’s just a mood, but I have a feeling there is something more here.”

Jason takes his time in responding to Tim. Partially to collect himself, partially in annoyance, making Tim wait for it. While there is a certain comfort in the knowledge that his brother knows him so well, there is a small spiteful part of him that detests it. He is not as unknown as he once thought.

“Before I indulge your nosiness and need to be informed of all the goings-on, I need your assurance that you won’t attempt to change my mind. It has been made up, and I have made a commitment I intend to see through,” Jason sighs, turning his head to face Tim. His face betrays his sincerity in the matter.

Tim raises his eyebrows in surprise, but he waves Jason on to continue, signalling his agreement.

“You remember Mr. Roy Harper? Dick and Wally’s friend from university,” Jason starts.

“The one that Queen mentioned at my wedding. Strange business that was.”

Jason’s face sours unconsciously at the mention of Mr. Harper’s former guardian. “The very same. Mr. Queen has informed him that he must marry if he wishes to continue his relations with the rest of his brood,” Jason tries to keep the disdain out of his voice, but he doubts how successful he is. He purposefully leaves out the specifics of Mr. Harper’s past transgressions. While he trusts Tim, it’s not his place to divulge another’s past without their consent.

“Interesting. What a strange attempt to preserve familial connections. Though not unheard of, I’m sure it’s instilling great expectations for their relationship,” Tim comments, clearly unimpressed with Queen’s methods.

“Yes, quite,” Jason acquiesces. He pauses a few moments before continuing. “I have offered Mr. Harper a marriage in name only, in hopes to elevate some of the burden of this request.” Better to get to the point of it, rather than tiptoe around the issue. Tim will make of it what he will.

“Jay,” Tim starts before he stops himself. He’s silent for quite some time, looking contemplative. Jason decides to give him a moment to digest the information. He continues, “While I am shocked that you have changed your mind on matrimony, I cannot say I’m surprised by your offer of aid. Has Mr. Harper accepted this proposal?”

“You’ve missed all the fun, Timmy. The manor was overrun by potential suitors at the behest of Dickie, you could not round a corner without meeting a bachelor in want of a spouse. It was a madhouse,” Jason jokes, attempting to alleviate some of the tension. “After some consideration, we agreed to begin a courtship with the intention to marry. Mr. Harper doesn’t believe the Queen will accept any proposal he doesn’t deem legitimate. I’m not sure his true opinion of me, but the Wayne name will only convince him so far. He can hardly object if we present him with a convincing love match with added notoriety from our wealth and status. No doubt, he will be leery at first.”

Tim seems less than enthused by that statement. “Truly it’s not enough this man is requiring a marriage. He has always been a prickly sort of fellow. Nevertheless, thee Jason Todd is to be married?” It’s less of a question and more of an attempt to solidify the earnestness of the matter.

“Yes, against all odds, I’m afraid,” Jason laughs. “Who would have guessed?”

“I can’t say this is exactly the way I would have wished for it to happen for you, but I’m not completely surprised. You marrying for the benefit of another seems like just the thing you would get yourself into,” Tim replies.

Despite himself, Jason has to ask. “Do you think I’m mad?”

“In this regard or in general?” Tim teases. Jason lobs a throw pillow at his chest.

“Rude,” Jason condemns. Tim laughs.

“In all seriousness, no. It’s somewhat unconventional, but plenty of people have married for less. If you’re sure, then I don’t have any objections.”

“But?”

“I need to meet him before I can give my full blessing.”

“And who says I need your blessing?”

“No one, but I know you will want it,” Tim smirks, knowing he’s caught Jason.

“You’re insufferable. I don’t know why I tell you anything.”

“Because despite everything, you’re rather fond of me,” he retorts. Not untrue, but Jason won’t admit to it.

“If that helps you sleep at night,” Jason bites back, unrelentingly. Tim laughs in the face of that.

“I do have one last rather important question,” Tim ventures. “What will you tell Bruce?”

Jason has a not insignificant amount of time before he needs to disclose his intent to court Mr. Harper to the rest of the family. Mr. Harper has already informed Dick that they can call off the search, as he requests time to evaluate his future prospects, giving them both the chance to inform their families. Tim agreed that it would be best to let Dick and Bruce know of his plans in the same conversation, as to limit the inquiries and disbelief to one discussion.

He isn’t as anxious in telling them as he was with Tim, in part because he won’t be informing them of the ruse of the marriage. He isn’t sure if they will draw their own conclusion, but he intends to be as convincing as possible. Tim didn’t need any persuading to follow his lead in this regard, he won’t outwardly lie to Kon, but he has no qualms about being dishonest with Dick and Bruce for Jason’s benefit.

The one member of their family Jason is the most concerned about is Cass and her uncanny ability to know when someone is omitting the truth. With Cass, however, she isn’t one to expose a lie without understanding its intent first, especially in regards to her family. A characteristic of her person that will surely work in his favor.

Cass is the one who seeks him out, likely sensing that he has something to hide. She has more subtlety than Tim, more tact than all of their family combined. He’s just come back from town, errands he could only complete during the light of day. Jason is in the stables, putting his saddle back on the rack. His routine post-ride is as soothing as the ride itself, for both him and his horse, Lily.

He hears Cass before he sees her, no doubt she’s making her steps audible for his benefit. Jason spooks more easily than the horses do. He turns to her, waving in greeting. While Cass isn’t entirely nonverbal, signing is her preferred method of communication. Something that Jason understands intimately, while more infrequent now, there are times when words fail him and the ability to express himself verbally escapes him.

Being able to sign with Cass had been a godsend, making her the first person he intentionally opened up to after his return. It was somehow easier with Cass, perhaps because he had no prior association with the concept of a sister. She was very protective of Tim, rightfully so, but she understood Jason on a level he had not expected.

As Jason puts the bridle away, he turns fully toward Cass so they both can see each other’s hands.

Good ride? She asks.

Jason nods, grinning. For some reason, knowing that Cass can so easily read his moods, his posture, it allows him to be a little more free with himself. It used to give him too much pause, when he realized what she was able to do, that her first language would always be body language.

Yes. Weather not so bad. Perhaps an overstatement, there’s a slight chill in the air, not helped by the overcast sky and the light misting of rain throughout the afternoon. But Gotham’s weather didn’t slow him down when he was on the streets, he wouldn’t let himself get soft to it now.

Cass laughs at that, not particularly perturbed by weather either. You seem happier. Still stress but maybe different kind? Good stress?

This isn't exactly what he was expecting from Cass, but it makes him thoughtful. His conversation with Tim had gone well, better than he hoped, and despite the impending integration from Bruce and Dick no doubt, there’s some excitement to be had with his upcoming courtship. Jason is almost eager, he enjoys spending time with Mr. Harper, and he

no doubt would enjoy being able to have the man more to himself than the past few weeks have allowed. He is not, however, thrilled about the prospect of how public their courtship needs to be.

Jason nods before signing. Stressed, always. But good things too. Cass smiles at that, a gorgeous thing that lights up her whole face — reminding him he isn’t the only one in the midst of a perceived romance. Same. He signs, making a Y-shape with his hand while moving it from his chest toward her. It’s a change in subject, but Jason knows Cass will grant him this.

Cass’ expression turns confused, but he’s sure it’s a pretense. Steph? He asks, using her name sign while raising his eyebrows. Her expression turns bashful, yet glowing.

Maybe. Still new. Trip was good, fun, spent much time together. Always pleasant with Steph. That makes Jason smile. He has always liked Steph, who had been Tim’s friend first, but made herself a fixture of their family rather quickly. He isn’t surprised that her relationship with Cass has progressed in such a way. Despite the newness of it, he doesn’t doubt the depth of their connection. Perhaps their own courtship could shift some of the attention away from Jason, Bruce no doubt would be more preoccupied with his only daughter’s happiness than Jason’s.

Good. I’m glad. He attempts to put as much sincerity into his facial expression as he can, a gesture he’s not so well-versed in. Jason must succeed on some level, or perhaps Cass can just read it in his posture as she thanks him nonetheless.

Her gaze turns calculating for a moment, long enough for Jason to feel the scrutiny. It takes all his fortitude not to stiffen under the attention.

Will you tell Bruce? Cass has never been one to avoid discomfort, always blunt to a fault. Jason blinks owlishly before answering, pausing to cool the rage simmering under his veins.

Yes. But not everything is his concern. He attempts to be diplomatic, but his movements are too sharp and punctuated to not show the emotion behind them, no matter what his face betrays.

Cass’s eyes narrow, she doesn’t rise to the bait, not that she ever would. Good. You’ve been getting along while we’re gone. It’s not a question, and Jason doesn’t attempt to answer, briefly turning away from Cass. Progress. He’s happy when you’re happier.

Jason rolls his eyes, unable to keep from scoffing. He’s happy now that you and Timmy are home. Nothing more.

Lie. There’s a teasing note in Cass’s expression that keeps Jason’s anger at bay, yet he still glares at her.

You’re just as meddlesome as Dick. Older siblings should mind their own business. The brightness that spreads across Cass’s face is worth the small concession of their long held debate regarding their ages.

Older sister. Wiser. You should listen to me more. Jason bumps into her shoulder playfully as he makes his way past her out of the stables, a small smile playing on his lips that Cass no doubt picks up on. She catches up to him quickly, nudging into him as they make their way back to the Manor.

The incessant ticking of the tall-case clock has created a sharp pain in Jason’s head, magnified by the vast silence in Bruce’s study. Jason’s pointer finger restlessly taps against his knee as he waits. He asked to speak to Bruce and Dick after breakfast, wanting to get the conversation done with as soon as possible. While the hour was not so early as to be laborious for him, Tim has been quite leisurely in his rising, not unusual for him or their family, but in this instance, Jason finds himself quite irritated by the habit.

Last night, Jason found himself more disquieted than he had anticipated. Before the late hour could turn into the early morning, he had given up on rest and gone for a ride. While the fresh air aided his mind, he still could not find it in himself to relax.

There was nothing that Bruce or Dick could say that would make Jason change his mind, but just the same he wasn’t looking forward to fielding their questions about his decisions. Considering the last significant decision he made led Jason to his presumed death, he cannot blame Bruce if he’s reluctant. Just the same, Jason feels that Bruce gave up the right to comment on Jason’s choices a long time ago. Despite the progress they’ve made, there is something about Bruce assuming he knows what’s best for him that will always grate on his nerves. Perhaps it is childish, but he’s making up for lost time.

Dick and Tim walk into the study together, pulling Jason from his mind before it runs away with him. Tim looks as if he has just awoken, barely alert, although normally endearing to Jason, it’s not in this particular moment. Dick looks marginally more put together. They had taken breakfast in the dining room with the rest of their siblings before Jason had asked to speak with him. He attempted to downplay the seriousness of the matter as not to alarm his older brother and his care-taking tendency.

Bruce is god-knows where. Jason hadn’t had the courage to ask to speak with him face-to-face, a cowardly move on his part, but he wanted Tim as a buffer between them before he even breached the subject. He was met with one of Alfred’s more scathing expressions when he asked him to play messenger, clearly communicating his disapproval but agreeing nonetheless. Small victories and the like.

If Dick is surprised by the location, he doesn’t voice it, choosing to take a seat on the couch next to Jason, putting more distance between them than he normally would. A sign that he’s trying to respect Jason’s space for this conversation, he can’t help but be grateful for it.

Tim sits in the armchair next to Bruce’s usual spot, smiling at Jason encouragingly before tilting his head back and closing his eyes. His rest doesn’t last long as Bruce makes his way into the room, the heels of his boots sharp on the floor, shutting the door behind him. The sound of footsteps on floorboards hasn’t given Jason pause since his youth and while it doesn’t make his spine stiffen, it isn’t as comforting as he might like it to be.

Bruce greets them all warmly enough, although the curiosity of Tim and Dick being present is evident on his face. Nonetheless, he takes his seat without comment.

Three pairs of eyes look to Jason then. He prepared for this, has been preparing for the better half of a week. He spent more than one evening talking strategy with Tim for this very moment, and somehow all of that preparation has flown out the window with his wits.

Jason clears his throat, hoping to buy himself a few moments before he breaches the topic. He tries to keep his eyes on Tim, gathering his strength, but he makes the mistake of looking at Bruce. His mask is unreadable, giving nothing away, yet there’s a feeling of openness there, like he’s willing, maybe even eager, to hear what Jason has to say.

It shouldn’t inspire him the way it does, but he’s able to find his courage. “One of the advantages of being attached to the Wayne family is the freedom we have when it comes to marriage. The ability to choose partners for love or to forgo the whole affair altogether.”

Bruce hums in agreement.

“I know I’ve been quite vocal about my lack of desire to see myself wed. I believed the institution was simply not for me,” Jason continues, choosing to bring his gaze back to Tim, who nods encouraging him to continue.

“Have you changed your mind?” Dick speaks first, his tone disbelieving.

“Perhaps,” Jason confesses. “There’s someone who I’ve taken an interest in, who’s own circumstances would require a rather formal courtship, one that does not have the luxury of time.”

The silence that follows fills the whole of the room in a way that makes Jason tense. He’d rather not jump on the defense so quickly, especially if he wants an ounce of Bruce’s approval. It’s not that he needs it or that Bruce would disinherit him in any way were he to follow through with something he didn’t condone. But Jason would rather have Bruce on his side if they’ll be up against Queen.

“Do you mean Roy?” Dick asks, brow creased in a way that Jason can’t tell if he’s surprised or angry. “Or someone else you were introduced to?” Jason knows that Dick isn’t dense, that he’s always been bright and rather observant. He’s not shocked that he’s guessed Roy so quickly, and there’s satisfaction in the idea not being so preposterous to Dick that he couldn’t even fathom it.

“Mr. Harper, yes,” Jason confirms. “I know this is perhaps not what you had in mind when you said I should get to know him better, but we have much in common, and I would be remiss if I let him wed another without knowing if our connection could be something more.”

“Courtship is quite the leap to make from the beginnings of a friendship when you have had such strong opposition to marriage previously,” Dick argues, voice even.

“Perhaps,” Jason acquiesces. “There’s something more than friendship. Maybe I would not so quickly look to court if the circumstances were different, but I believe this shows the severity of my feelings in the matter. And it’s not the first time I have felt connected to Mr. Harper, something you’ve said yourself, Dick.”

“He was a different man then, Jason. Things have changed for him, very much so.”

“And they haven’t for me? I’m not a child anymore. I’ve experienced quite a lot of the world myself. You just weren’t there to see it.”

“Jason,” Tim interrupts.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Forgiven,” Dick replies. “I’m not wholly opposed to the idea, Jay. I have my concerns. I love Roy, but you’re my brother.”

“You’re always saying how you want me to find someone the way you have Wally. I believe this could be that. It’s a courtship, should things go awry I won’t propose. I just want the opportunity, the same as you or Tim. Can you not grant me that? And to be perfectly clear, I’m not asking for permission. This is simply a courtesy.”

“Yes, of course. I just don’t wish to see you hurt. Not that I believe Roy would ever do that intentionally. You’re not even on the marriage mart.”

“And thank God for that. I have no interest in being paraded around Gotham as another piece of meat for sale. Trust me when I say I had no intentions of acquiring any affections for Mr. Harper when we were reintroduced. I feel as if I need to see this through, experience all that I can while the opportunity is there. I have no interest in exploring any other options, as it were.”

“You seem quite determined,” Dick replies. He turns to Tim. “And you seem wholly unsurprised. How long have you known?”

“Oh, Dicky, leave the kid alone. He’s only known a few days longer than you,” Jason interrupts.

Tim rolls his eyes. “I’m not getting in the middle of this. I’m here for moral support and to offer a levelheaded and logical point of view should it be needed.”

Dick looks like he wants to say more. “Mr. Harper and I both have unsavory things in our pasts, some things we could control and others we could not. If you are to judge him solely on that, then you must levy the same complaints against me. Is that your only objection? Mr. Harper was your friend first, after all.”

Dick seems to be contemplating his point for a moment. “That is all. I would ask if you’re certain, but I think that would be futile and unwise on my part.”

“Agreed,” Tim interjected, smirking. Dick sticks his tongue out at him.

“Then I have nothing else to say on the matter other than I hope he’s able to make you happy,” Dick adds. “I want you to be happy, little wing, and if Roy can give that to you, I will be elated. You’re also saving me a lot of thankless work trying to find a proper suitor for him. Now I know why he asked me to hold off the search. It seems the interest is returned.”

“You’re welcome,” Jason grins.

With Dick’s concerns addressed and his reluctant approval acquired, the room fills with silence once more as the three brothers turn to Bruce, awaiting his reaction. The silence stretches on longer than Jason can bear, he speaks before he injures himself with the rate at which his knee wants to bounce.

“Old man?” Jason questions. Unsure exactly what he wants to ask Bruce, what exactly he should say. It’s easier with Dick, despite their occasional disagreements, their relationship is good and stable. He had no doubt that Dick would come around to the idea sooner rather than later. With Bruce, Jason is less sure of how he will respond.

Bruce clears his throat. “I can’t say I expected this. You have been rather adamant about your bachelorhood.”

“To be quite honest, neither did I,” Jason answers, hoping his honesty will betray his sincerity.

“I have my concerns,” he adds. “But firstly, I want to thank you for telling me. I know I’m not the easiest person for you to trust with this information.” The honesty and self-awareness shocks Jason so much so he knows it’s showing on his face.

“I assumed you’d be less inclined to the match if you heard it from the gossips instead of me.”

“Perhaps,” Bruce concedes. “My concerns are of a delicate nature, and I implore you to hear the whole of them before you rebuff me. I am aware that will not fill you with confidence, but I still see myself as your father and I cannot help but want to protect you in this, in everything.”

Jason catches himself before he can say something more inflammatory, asserting that he can protect himself just fine. But he will hear Bruce out, that was the whole point of having this conversation in the first place.

“Do you want to discuss this with your brothers here?” Bruce asks, eyes firmly on Jason. The consideration causes Jason’s throat to go tight, he swallows it down quickly, dampening those feelings. He almost doesn’t know if he can verbalize what he wants.

“It’s fine,” he eventually says.

“Your mother,” Bruce starts, pausing to gauge Jason’s reaction no doubt. He tries not to flinch but he’s not sure he’s successful. “Catherine, I mean. I know you loved her, I know you always will. I wish I could have protected you, perhaps even protected her in some way. I don’t want you to have to go through anything like that, Jason, not again.”

“I won’t, Bruce,” he answers. “Mr. Harper is sober, he’s recovered. He has a support system, he’s ensuring a stable life for himself. All the luxuries that weren’t awarded to my mother. I won’t presume to say that it will be easy, or there won’t be difficult days, but I believe he will be successful in this. Nothing is certain, but I am not afraid, not of this.”

“If you are confident, sure in this?” Jason nods. “Then I don’t have any objections. To echo Dick’s words, your happiness is what’s important to me, Jay. You’ve grown into a strong and capable young man. I am proud to call you my son and would hope that Mr. Harper knows how lucky he is to have your affections.”

“Thank you, B.”

“Now for the less savory aspect of all this,” Bruce replies. “I believe we will have to throw a ball.”