#Rena dc

[glitter-stained]

She doesn't take so well to grief.

Neither does anyone, she thinks. Her mom smiles and plays with the alliance she wears around her neck and tells her time heals all wounds, doesn't erase the pain but makes it bearable, like an old ache in a twisted ankle that never healed quite right. It's been years, and despite her grandma's insistence, her mom refuses to try dating again. She sobs in her bedroom when she thinks Rena is asleep.

Liars, the lot of them.

Rena's dad dies when she's eight in a car accident driving home from work. Her mother hugs her tight and cries into her hair, and her grandmother holds her hand through the whole funeral, and Rena feels a little like she's having a bad dream; not a nightmare, just a very sad one where all the colours are faded. Absurdly, the first thing she thinks is that he'll never take her to the diner on Saturday nights after dance class again, and then she hates herself a little for being sad about this, rather than the fact he is dead. That remorse goes away with time. Grief, she thinks, is a lot of sadness for the joy we thought we'd have, and the memories of things we'll never get again. There's also anger, sometimes, not always. Her dad gets his neck snapped in a car accident because he was driving too fast and some asshole didn't put on his blinkers. That's not fair. It was dumb and cruel and totally preventable, if only one of the two had just been a little more responsible about driving their car. She's angry at her dad, and at the idiot who took him away from her. She stops going to dance class in retaliation.

Rena's grandmother dies when she's twelve, and she's surprised to find she isn't angry. It feels fair, in a sense; her grandma was eighty, and she smoked like a pirate with something to prove (or how she imagines that a pirate would smoke.) She doesn't know what to do with herself in the absence of anger, so she uses all her savings to buy some green wool and a knitting kit. She doesn't really take to it, it's not fun, but her grandma had been in the process of knitting her a scarf before her heart stopped in her sleep. She knits herself a green scarf. It's not too cool, nor too stylish, she doesn't wear it to school or to hang out with her friends. It stays hung on her door, and she hugs it tight when she's sad, when she misses her grandma and her dad, and cries into it because her mother is a liar and the grief doesn't get easier and she doesn't even like knitting anyway. Jason thinks the scarf is pretty, but Jason would think anything is pretty if he knew she'd done it, because he's sweet like that. He says she looks good in green; but again, Jason always seems to think she looks good. She starts wearing green eyeshadow anyway.

Her cute, nerdy, dorky highschool boyfriend dies in an explosion in Ethiopia at fifteen years old under mysterious circumstances. They'll never get to pass notes with little hearts in algebra class or share a milkshake with two straws while he gets whipped cream on the top of his nose or watch a disappointing romantic movie at the theatre while holding hands the whole time again. It takes her a year to find the place he's buried, far from the family plot of the people who adopted him, under a gloomy angel statue. She learns it's custom practice to put angels over children's grave. It looks like a guardian, warding the tomb, protecting him. But he needed a guardian angel when he was alive, not now that she'll never see him smile again, stand on his toes to kiss her on the lips, put her favourite song in the jukebox at the diner. That's not fair. They shouldn't have touched him, shouldn't have hurt him and taken him from her and she'll never know what happened and they dumped his body out like an old worn-down shoe under a heap of dirt. Jason is dead.

There's the anger.

[bitter-hibiscus]

Shane tried tripping Jason again..

this is specifically jayrena art from my fic series :)

[moon-ayyye]

Ok you've done a lot of Jason ships in different scenarios, but eho would you like Jason to end up with if death in the family never happened?

Rena. This is the ONLY correct answer.

They were so cute together. Shame they haven't brought her back.

[fucksutawneyphil]

1. jayrena is very cute i like her!!

2. baby butch lesbian jason is so 😭😭😭

[autisticrosewilson]

WE HAVENT BROUGHT RENA INTO THE LGCU (loser Grant cinematic universe bc we have like five aus now)

:)

Jason is acting weird. Everyone can see it, even people who don't know him as well as she does. He's jittery, restless in a way he never is in English class. She hasn't seen him act this strange since Mr. Napier made him stay after class, all those months ago.

It's a different kind of strange though. Last time, he pushed people away, monosylable responses where he's usually the most vocal, weeks worth of texts left on seen or delivered. Now he's...

Grant is with him, again. The Kane boy always seems to be with him these days. Attached at the hip when he used to trail Jason like a shadow. They're sitting at a table by themselves, knees pressed together, faces close as they whisper to each other. At the table behind them sandwiched between Jason's old friends is Eddie, deaf to whatever Zachary is monologuing about, staring at Jason like a kicked puppy. The spot always reserved for Jason is empty. A few tables ahead, Grayson sits across from Donna, but he isn't listening to a word she says, busy as he is glaring down Grant. The older Kane is gripping his arm tightly, clearly willing the sports captain not to storm over there.

Rena has had enough. And because she's such a good friend, she's going to put a stop to this nonsense. She marches over and slams her tray down on the table beside Jason, practically at the same moment a girl she only vaguely knows from rumors and gossip slips silently from the gaggle of people around them to sit next to Grant. They make eye contact, and though Rena doesn't even know her name, they come to an understanding in a fraction of a second. Rena nods and the older girl nods back, and then they get down to business.

"Jason." She keeps her tone even but firm, leaving no wiggle room for Jason to try to escape.

Jason winces, all the indication she needs that he's guilty and he knows it, and swallows thickly. "Rena." He greets, begrudgingly.

"Jade." Grant grunts, impatient and irritated, all traces of Jason's adoring new organ scrubbed clean.

Jade sniffs, eyebrow raised. "Grant." Clipped and somehow dripping with reproach.

It's quiet for a moment, all of them waiting for someone else to speak up, to explain or question or scold or defend.

Rena clears her throat. "You've been acting weird. Why?" She gets straight to the point.

"I-"

"He-"

Jason is cut off with a sharp, warning look. Jade, less forgiving, has slapped her hand over Grant's mouth to stop whatever white knight crusade he was about to embark on.

"Don't insult my intelligence Jason. You're not as good of an actor as you like to think you are." She crosses her arms.

Something blank and a little mean passes over Jason's face, Something that leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. She doesn't like how it makes her doubt her words.

Jason sighs, runs his hands through his already messy curls. "Me and Grant are dating." He says finally.

Rena blinks at him, unamused. "Yes, I gathered that. What else?" She prods him.

"What do you mean what else," he frowns, "I have a boyfriend, my first boyfriend. That's not a reason for a behavior switch?"

Now she double takes, completely caught off guard. "You and Eddie weren't dating?!" She asks, just a little too loud. She's uncomfortably aware of Eddie's gaze on her back.

Jason glances around in a panic, shushing her aggressively. "Will you keep your voice down?" He hisses. "And no, of course not. Why would you think that?" He asks, like it's completely upsurd for him to have been dating the boy he spent every waking moment talking to or about, a boy whose schedule was - until this week - carefully taped on the inner cover of Jason's binder. It was color coded, for God's sake. If she looked, she's almost positive she'd find it replaced with Grant's. The thought makes her nauseous.

"Why wouldn't you guys be dating?" She retorts, feeling distinctly as though the rug has been pulled out from her.

And then, just to punch her in the gut, Jade cuts her off impatiently. "That's nice. Where's Mr. Napier?"

Rena doesn't get it. What the hell does the anatomy/drama teacher have to do with whatever romcom plot Jason is living out? But Jason tenses and Grant's already cold expression becomes arctic.

Grant muffles something behind her hand, still firmly clamped over his mouth, but she stares Jason down without sparing him a glance.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Jason tells her, something scared and angry in his eyes.

Rena doesn't believe him. Dread pools in her stomach as she realizes exactly how long Mr. Napier has been missing. She's never liked the look in Grant's eyes, something dark and seething coiled behind his blank stare. She quickly grows to hate how it's reflected in Jason's.

Later, she'll excuse herself for bed early when they hear on the news that Mr. Napier is officially considered a missing person. She'll stare at her phone for hours, wondering if she should call in a tip. Two weeks later when the police come to ask the staff and kids questions, she will have made a decision.

She stays quiet.

[september-aster]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, DCU, Batman (Comics), DCU (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Barbara Gordon/Jason Todd, Rena/Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon & Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Damian Wayne Characters: Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth, Original Child Character(s), Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Original Child(ren) of Jason Todd, Rena (DCU) Additional Tags: Children of Characters, Secret Children, Dog Owner Jason Todd, Jason Todd-centric, Secrets, Family Secrets, reunited, Chance Meetings, Jason Todd Has a Crush, jason todd cares about Alfred, Jason Todd is a cougar magnet, Awkwardness, Short, Jason Todd is Good With Kids, Dogs, Awkward Conversations, Past Relationship(s), Teen pregnancy mentioned, Cat Owner Damian Wayne Series: Part 2 of Jason Todd aka Red Hood [DC] Summary:

'Master Jason!' Alfred appeared out of nowhere, and Jason wondered what the hell was going on, first a little girl referred to Babs as 'mommy', when did Barbara have the time to have a kid and she didn't even bother to tell him, he had to find out by chance

[jetslay]

DC Super-Heroes by Renae De Liz.

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

"Jason was the happy robin" this, "jason was the angry robin" that. Let's all be fully honest here Jason was the lonely robin

[moco-monkey]

Everything the same except anyone who gets revived in the Lazarus pit becomes an anime character, also Rena there too!

[s-darling-art]

It might not be long, but baby, I’ll love you ‘til the day that I die

[undertheredhood]

i just know that all of jason todd's childhood friends have issues with bruce. like if your friend got adopted by one of the wealthiest men in the city and just started having bruises (and other injuries) show up all over his body all the time and wouldn't give you a straight answer about where they came from (because he couldn't tell them that he was robin) when you ask him, you'd definitely be suspicious too, right?

jason dying at fifteen in another country probably didn't help their dislike and suspicions of bruce, it probably made it even worse.

[rockingthegraveyard]

Notable kids Jason knew in his childhood.

In no particular order. Realized I did kind of put them in order from post to pre Robin era.

Rena (Detective Comics 561 / 563-565)

Pre-crisis Jason's girlfriend. They met in high school after Jason was adopted by Bruce. They were both the new kids and found companionship with each other.

Numbers (Batman: Gotham Nights 11)

Briefly lived together at Ma Gunn's. Numbers took punishment in Jason's stead because Jason was kind to him. Jason saved him in return, as an adult, from an assassin.

Gabby Christensen (Red Hood / Arsenal 4)

Homeless kid, along with Jason, who looked out for Jason before he was adopted by Bruce. Would comfort and try to tend to his injuries despite him lashing out.

Max Dawkins (Truth & Justice 10)

Ran with Jason when he was homeless. Jason notes that Max looked after him like a brother and Jason considered him he best friend. Jason would leave money for Max to find after he was adopted. Lets just ignore the fact he was created just to be murdered, he is still alive, fuck you DC.

Dana Harlowe / Strike (Red Hood and the Outlaws (2016) 51-52)

Possibly Jason's oldest friend. Dana's father seem quite familiar with Jason, recognizing him as an adult and remembering him fondly. Dana took up the name Strike to help defend her neighborhood during the Joker War and later fought with Red Hood to save her sister, Denise

Jason was also friends with Edward Bloomberg (Kid Devil) who he was pen pals with, mentioned in the Blue Devil comics. And Roy Harper (Speedy ((at the time)) starting from the New 52 series. Didn't add them because I was focusing on friends outside of the hero life but they deserve the mention.

These are all the ones that I know of. If I missed anyone, feel free to add them!

[wonderwomanart]

Wonder Woman by Mello Renae

[moon-ayyye]

If I was to give Jason a happy story, I'd make it so that when he's pushed off the cliff by Talia, he'd just bee-line straight to Rena's house.

He gives up the training and everything and gets on his knees to apologise for leaving. Nobody realises he came back to life until, like, he shows up to Bruce's fake funeral when he was lost in the time stream

[machinegoth]

unfinished jayrena wip

[autisticrosewilson]

In Trouble

Um. This is a joke that's not a joke that spawned from a conversation with @perseus-jackass about Nurse! Jason and Red X! Grant, that spiraled into a Miraculous Ladybug style love square situation lmao. OG's will remember when this was an ML blog, you could say I'm going back to my roots. Also this story is omegaverse! It's not really mentioned till Jason's pov but I don't want to blindside anyone

"Scream if you have to." Robin says gently, before wrenching his shoulder back into place. Grant does scream, he jerks and writhes but gloved hands hold him in place while his bones shift under the skin. There's a white hot pain that spreads through his arm, an aching relief as everything is realigned, and then everything goes prickly and numb.

Grant lays there panting, staring up at the smoggy night sky. Gotham doesn't even give him the courtesy of stars after subjecting them all to her madness. Robin had at least been kind enough to lay down his cape before his impromptu field med session, but goosebumps are spreading up his arms the longer his bare torso is in contact with the New Jersey air. At least Robin had helped him remove his shirt instead of cutting it off, as he'd threatened to.

"Good job," Robin praises, "you took that so well!" He grins, a certified Robin smile. Suddenly, Grant knows where all the stars went.

"Uh, thanks." Grant says absently, eyes tracing over the glint of too-sharp canines peaking out from cracked lips. Robin's a lip biter, he notes, the flesh has been scraped off. They'd probably bleed with little to no effort.

Grant wants to try, wants to taste it.

Slade clears his throat, and Grant remembers that his family is in the room, among several other hostages, and about twelve previously armed men who are now very unconscious. Robin himself has moved onto taking stock of everyone in the room, likely doing a head count and checking for any other injuries, but he signals for Slade to wait. He tilts his head slightly, finger coming to rest on the communicator in his ear.

"Okay folks, police are en route and the parameter has been cleared. I'm going to lead you all to the nearest exit, keep your head low and try not to make any noise. Listen carefully and stay behind me." Robin pops out of his crouch, helping Grant up as he gives the group orders.

"Look, kid-" Slade starts, and is promptly cut off by multiple snorts from the other hostages. The Gothamites, Grant realizes when he notices how calm they are. The collective reaction seems to throw his father off for a moment, but he continues. Grant feels a flash of second hand embarrassment. "Shouldn't you let the professionals take care of this?"

Robin smiles placatingly, it's got customer service written all over it. "I understand this is an upsetting situation, especially for a tourist, but we have everything handled." He assures.

Slade goes to say something else but Robin doesn't spare him a second glance, pulling out a handful of zip ties from one of the pouches of his belt. He gets to work ridding the men of weapons before tying their hands behind their backs, and then looping more zip ties through those to fix them all firmly together. None of them would be going anywhere anytime soon. He kicks all their guns to a far off corner anyway for good measure, but pockets a hunting knife one of them had been carrying.

"Secured," Robin chirps to whoever is on the other side of his comm, "Where to next?" He rolls his shoulders, resting his hands on his hips. After a moment Robin nods to himself. "Got it, meet you outside."

Grant watches as he heads towards the door, most of the hostages easily following his orders, they stay close together and seem to default to herding the omegas and pups in the middle. He almost gets swept up in it, shielded by the crowd, but then Slade's big hand is on his back bringing him and Joey to the front of the group just behind Robin.

He's shorter than he seemed earlier, when he was looming above Grant, backlit by flashing red lights like a blood soaked angel. He's slimmer without the cape wrapped around him, but with his gaze stuck to the muscle flexing in Robin's thighs he can tell the dark haired boy is stronger than he looks.

Robin leads the way, crouched low and keeping to the wall. The crowd does the same, unusually calm as they gently shush the children and tourists who aren't quiet enough. The implicit trust is breathtaking, the easy way that Robin commands the crowd with a cocksure smile and easy confidence. They only run into trouble once on the way to the exit and Grant barely has time to flinch before him and Joey are both shoved behind dad. Grant strains to see how Robin reacts to the two guards rushing at them but all he can make out is a flurry of movement and flailing limbs. There's the cracking of bone and then Robin's ringing laughter and then the hallway is still and quiet again. Slade's grip on his shoulder is still tight, Joey still pressed to Slades back. Grant nudges forward in time to see Robin securing the unconscious bodies.

He turns back to the crowd, hair a little messy and cheeks a little red but hardly even out of breath, and motions for them to keep going. They do, the group easily parting around the crooks before clustering back together. Like fish, Grant thinks, absently reminded of a trip to the aquarium not long ago.

They all file out in a straight line when they reach the exit, Robin holding the door open and checking behind for any stragglers before breaking away from the group to stand beside Batman. He looks even smaller next to the imposing figure of the Bat, but the cops seem to take his orders seriously.

Grant is pulled away by Slade and he barely realizes where they're going until he hears his mom's voice. She pulls him into a hug, all warm tobacco and vanilla but it almost doesn't register. She pulls Joey in next, peppering his face with kisses and surely staining it with her dark lipstick in the process. Her and Slade are talking about something over his head, but everything sounds like it's underwater. His attention is pulled back to Robin, sitting with some of the younger pups who are having their statements taken, someone's chubby toddler being bounced on his knee. He assumes the man in the nearby ambulance is the child's mother if his intent gaze and round belly are anything to go by.

Without thinking he clutches the fabric around his shoulders tighter. It's heavier than it looks, soft but tough. The outside is plastic-y, like a raincoat, but the inside is silky fabric slips pleasantly over his skin. He feels a tug on it from behind him, tuning back into the immediate conversation.

"Now what is this?" His mother frets.

His mouth opens but he doesn't say anything at first. "Robin gave it to me." He manages, the first thing he's said all night. He clutches the cape tighter, unwilling to let it go. It's a comforting weight, it feels like all that's keeping him on the ground, like if he lets go he'll simply float away.

His mother reaches for his face, tilting towards her. Her eyes are sharp but not angry, studying his expression and the look in his eyes carefully. Whatever she sees makes him purse her lips and glance towards the ambulance. "Oh my baby, you're in shock." She tells him, but the meaning behind the words doesn't register.

"First time getting his shoulder reset, he'll be fine." Slades voice, an attempt to be reassuring. Grant tenses before the words fully compute.

"WHAT!" His mom's voice is loud and shrill enough to make his ears ring and he knows they're going to start a fight.

He's shaking, he realizes, gaze dropping down to the trembling of his good hand where it's resting on her elbow. He doesn't remember moving it. Her skin is warm under his hands, he can feel the way her muscles are tensing as the voices around him raise.

He turns back to Robin, but the boy is already staring at him. At least Grant thinks so, hard to tell where he's looking with the white lenses, but he's facing Grant's direction. His lips are twisted, displeasure or concern maybe, and Grant wants to soothe him but he doesn't know how. Then his head tilts, just slightly, and Grant realizes that Robin had been looking at his parents. He can feel Robin's attention on him fully now, settling over him like sunlight. It's warm and grounding and he can feel his body again. Robin smiles, small and proud and encouraging. A secret just for Grant, to keep and cherish and own. And then Robin is turning, attention maddeningly taken by the others that Grant has just remembered. He feels cold, the kind of cold you feel in the early morning when you've just slipped from your warm blankets, the kind that settles on your skin and then sinks into your bones.

Grant's eyes don't leave Robin until the car pulls away, and as he's craning his neck to catch one last glimpse he sees Robin standing on his tip toes to wave Grant goodbye. He waves back, but the windows are tinted and they're already too far away.

Jason has a secret, and an embarrassing one at that. He knows if anyone ever found out he'd never be able to live it down. Jason doesn't even know how it started really, it's not like he's ever been interested in the latest trends or celebrity gossip.

Jason will blame Rena, because it's easier than analyzing the alternative. Technically it started with a routine hostage situation, but for deflection purposes, it starts with a link to an app that's trying too hard to be Vine. He'd squinted at it, toothbrush still in his mouth, half convinced it was a rickroll.

Jay: Why are you up?

Ren: Why are YOU up?

Jay: I asked you first.

Ren: I messaged you first

Jay: Not how that works.

He had rolled his eyes at the time, finishing up his nightly routine, reluctantly chewing on the multivitamins he's supposed to take every night before bed. The gummies only, never the pills.

Ren: did you watch the video

Jay: I'm not clicking an unknown link, Rena.

Ren: wow full name

Jay is typing...

Ren: Not an excuse for you to use my real full name

Ren: seriously watch the video!!

Jason remembers huffing, he probably put it off till the last second, until he was curled up in bed and on the cusp of finally getting some rest. It's all secondary to the video though, the familiar face split into a wolfish grin, those pretty eyes catching the flash of cameras and sending a wink towards the viewer. It's obviously some kind of rich person event, paparazzi lined up and a carpet laid out on the damn ground, but you wouldn't know it from how the boy is dressed. The orange and blue jacket over the button up would probably make him snort usually, but all he can think about is broad shoulders and warm skin under his hands. Unwarded he remembers what Grant's bare chest looked like, and then the image of strong shoulders wrapped in Jason's cape. He doesn't know how many times he watches the video before the next message comes through.

Ren: isn't he hot?

Jay: Who is he?

Jason already knows of course, but Rena doesn't know that, and he's not keen on informing her. She might start getting ideas.

Ren: Grant Kane, he's some old money CEOs son from New York or something

Jay: And?

Kentucky, Jason corrects mentally, Adeline Kane is from New York but the Wilson family lives in Kentucky.

Ren: I heard his mom is coming to your charity gala next week

Jason's heart skips a beat, teeth sinking into his lip to bite back the giddy grin trying to break through.

Jay: Once again, and?

Ren: And? C'mon when do we get to see new faces at these things? Especially ones as pretty as his!

Jealousy twinges in his chest, churning hotly in his stomach for a moment before he's hit with a flash of guilt.

Jay: oh? You interested

Ren: Pft nah

Ren: this is for you

Ren: my ducks are in a row

Jay: Hurtful, but whatever. I don't even know him. Maybe I don't want that duck in my row.

Ren: Start being real with yourself rn

Ren: I'm coming over tomorrow so we can decide on what you're wearing<333

Usually he matches with Bruce, or Dick if he shows up. He can only imagine what Rena is going to try to talk him into. Technically, Jason is unpresented, even though everyone else his age has already. Most pups present around thirteen, Jason is turning sixteen soon. Leslie says it'll be any day now, that with time, and love, and a steady three meals a day Jason will come into his own in no time. Jason isn't so sure.

Rena herself is a beta, but she's always been a bit of a rule breaker. More so than Jason anyway. She always goes above and beyond with her outfits for these things, with the kind of passion obviously bred from living with the biggest fashion mogul in Gotham. He can only imagine what her plans to play matchmaker are going to entail.

Ren: I've enlisted Eddie to help me

Jason stops, fingers hovering over the keyboard, jaw slack. The indignity! He doesn't need a- an intervention to help him get a date!

Jay: When did you guys even start talking?

Ren: YOU gave me his number

Jay: That was a courtesy! You weren't actually supposed to use it!

Ren: 😜

Jason scowls at his phone. He switches over to his chat with Eddie, certain the omega is still awake watching a terrible obscure movie he's going to tell Jason all about when they see each other again.

Jaybin: I've been betrayed, forsaken, abandoned.

KD: Ok edgelord lmao

Jaybin: STOP laughing I've been the victim of a conspiracy!

KD: Are people on Twitter calling you guys vampires again or do they have something more interesting?

Jaybin: Not that kind of conspiracy.

KD: ???

There's a pause as Eddie stops typing, Jason assumes to go Google it, before his speech bubble pops up again.

KD: Is this about me and Rena wingmanning for you

Jaybin: SO YOU ADMIT TO IT! FIEND! SCOUNDREL!

KD: Weird way to say thank you but okay

Jaybin: I don't need help.

KD: ok well we would LIKE to help

KD: please let us

Jason purses his lips. He hates when Eddie does this. Like he's the one being difficult here. Sometimes he feels like everyone treats him even younger than he is. Just because he hasn't presented doesn't mean he's a baby. He can't wait to be sixteen, hopefully by then he'll know his designation too.

Jaybin: Fine, but I retain full rights to veto anything you pick or any plan you make.

Eddie's response is a gif of a cat doing a happy dance, and though he rolls his eyes he likes the message. He's added to a new chat immediately, one with the three of them in it. Rena sends the video to this new chat, apparently named Operation: HONEYPOT. Jason finds quickly that his lack of admin rights means he can't change it.

He huffs, watching the two messages back and forth. Sending photos he's already seen and telling him information he already knows about Grant. The screen slowly goes dark as his eyes flutter closed, burying his face in the milky hazelnut scent just barely managing to cling to the shirt he's been using as a pillowcase, the MCTC logo pressed against his cheek.

It's a guilty pleasure, he supposes, Grant's smell in his nose as he imagines what his voice sounds like, of Grant pressing into his touch instead of flinching away. He switches to an app easily passing as a calculator, inputting the password without thought to pull up the tracking grid.

He skims over everyone else's - Bruce and Alfred are in the manor, Natalia is in her manor on the boundary of Little Italy and Summerset, Dick's phone is at least in his BludHaven apartment, Barbie is still staying at her dad's house until she gets used to her wheelchair - the one he's looking for is marked with the Robin symbol, blinking steadily, somewhere in Kentucky. The sky is probably clear for him, a star filled sky unobstructed by the pollution of the city. He imagines Grant staring out at the sky, red lip caught between his teeth, thinking about Jason. What he might be doing as he does.

Jason nods off, eyes fluttering shut, matching his breath to the gentle pulse on the screen.