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Jason hadn't slept in the manor for years. Last was when he was 15, now at 21 Alfred had insisted he return, Bruce and Dick doubled down on it so Jason eventually gave in and went back for dinner. Then Alfred asked (read:told) him to stay the night. Jason agreed, on one simple condition, he would get to bring his bed, as it helped him sleep better. He agreed, saying he'd set up Jason's room in the meantime. Jason knew why Alfred asked that. It was April 26th, the next day was Jason’s 6th death anniversary.
So Jason quickly rushed back to his safe house in his car and loaded his bed in the backseat. Not knowing what drama it would unfold, well that wasn't entirely true, he knew his bed wouldn't be that well received but he didn't know how bad it would get. So he drove through the night, towards his impending doom.
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Bruce was feeling content for the first time in a while, Jason had agreed to stay at the manor! He knew it was irrational but he always wanted to keep Jason close during this time of the month, when Jason first came back he hadn’t let him but thankfully he did now! It was a miracle, so tonight Dick, Babs, Cass, Jason, Steph, Tim, Duke and Damian, all were in the house. Babs was in Dick's room, Steph In Cass'. Steph also made sure to put her arm around Cass' waist as she looked right at Bruce. Bruce had to be held back by Alfred so he didn’t commit murder.
But anyways. Jason was here, no fights had broken out, it was all going so good! He walked towards Jason's room to see if he had snuck out during the night, Jason was always slippery. But when he entered his second son's room he froze. In front of him was a coffin, dark brown, with a white mattress underneath and a white blanket, that was on Jason. Jason himself was sleeping peacefully with his hands on his chest. Like a damn corpse.
"JASON PETER TODD WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?" Bruce screamed in rage. Jasom jumped awake and sat up, he looked at Bruce groggily, his black hair with a white streak a mess of curls. “Ha? What-” He said, still half asleep. Bruce glowered at him as he stormed into the room. “THIS!” He bellowed pointing at Jason’s ‘Bed’ Jason looked down and had the gall to furrow his eyebrows in confusion. “What? It’s my best bed….” He said in confusion.
Suddenly they heard a patter of footsteps approaching them, soon in Jason’s room’s doorway, all of the BAts were standing, all in their pyjamas, Barbara being wheeled along by Dick. Cass had a hickey on her neck, this only added to Bruce’s anger.”What the hell is going on now…”Duke grumbled. As soon as they spotted the bed they all had different reactions, Dick was horrified, Barbara just lowered her face in her hands, Tim was shocked, Cassandra was confused, Steph had to hold herself back from laughing, Damian tutted and walked away, Duke looked at the bed in open curiosity.
“Jay, where did you get that?” he asked, Steph, grinning from ear to ear said “Yeah Jay! I need one too!” Bruce whirled on her. “NO! NO MORE COFFINS!” He then turned back to Jason. “Get rid of this now.” He growled menacingly, Jason raised his eyebrow and simply said “No.” At this point, Alfred walked into the room. “What in the world are you all doing?” He stopped talking once his eyes landed on the bed. The room went silent as Alfred’s eyes filled with tears. Cass rushed forward to support him. The silence got worse when Alfred let out a sob, Cass guided him out of the room. “I- I am sorry I’ll take the bed and go- this was a bad idea-” Bruce’s anger came rushing back in as he grabbed Jason by the collar. “You are not leaving. Get rid of the coffin. NOw.” His tone broke no argument, Jason got out and closed the coffin. The rest of the Bats walked away, and Bruce followed Jason as he carried the damned coffin toa dumpster and threw it in. After Jason went to the bathroom to get ready, he went down to the living room to find Alfred. Before he could even utter a single word Alfred pulled him into a bone crushing hug. Jason wasn’t allowed to leave the manor for the next month. Bruce made sure of it.