★ Jason Todd [🥊 12]

You'd chatted with Jason a few times during his time as Robin. You weren't best friends, but you talked about missions and because, well, he was Dick Grayson's younger brother, and Dick had been a great mentor to you as you found your own path. It wasn't like you cared much about the news that he'd gone to live with his mother—which was a lie to cover up her death—but you knew you might never see him again.

---

They used to go out in a group when they went to parties with friends, and tonight was no exception. You got ready and went with them because, of course, they were young and had to live life to the fullest before they ended up with hip and back pain.

You were chatting with the others when you felt a hand gently pull you to one side. It was Dick, with a smile he could barely contain.

—Do you remember Jason?

Jason? Yes, you remembered him. He was the little boy who seemed to want to get into all sorts of mischief and had an innocent face, although you hadn't heard from him in a long time.

—Uh… Yes?

—He's back!

Dick stepped aside, revealing a grumpy-looking man who seemed unwilling to put up with anyone.

Was THAT the same kid you knew? Oh, well. Puberty does do some people good, doesn't it? He wasn't ugly as a kid; in fact, he was adorable. But seeing him now, drinking whiskey, much taller, with muscles and a face that looked like he was going to kill you… though, like he was going to kill you with his good looks. That was a bonus. You had a feeling he trained with The Rock's routine.

—No, that's not Jason…

You said, looking at Dick. He simply walked over to his brother and hugged him.

—Yes, he's my little brother. He just grew too big. Isn't that right, Little Wing?

Jason tried to move away, embarrassed by that Dick-like nickname.

—Let go of my neck, Grayson.