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    "It is red. It's identical to your favorite at the manor, the one in the reading nook in the upstairs library. I couldn't bare to part with the real one, so I bought another and put it out there. It's selfish of me, to keep that from you. I'm sorry."

    It's a juvenile thing to worry over and it hits Jason, square in the throat, that it's juvenile because Bruce buried his fourteen year old son. Because it's exactly the thing Jason used to get in fights over: food, blankets, sweatshirts, resources he wasn't used to having. Jason's so tall now he probably wouldn't fit under the throw anyway, and Jason's nose itches when he realizes that he can't exactly call his dad to tell him that.

    "Merry Christmas, Jason. I hope you're warm. I hope you're safe."

    He isn't safe. He can never seem to get warm, even though it normally pushes ninety degrees in the desert. He feels marginally better at night, when the sun dips and the frigid wind starts to blow. At least then, it makes more sense to be cold.

    or; Bruce Wayne keeps calling his dead son's phone near Christmas time, but maybe he's not as dead as he thinks.

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