Facing The Eclipse

13) Trigger Warning

*Trigger Warnings(Who would have known): implications of an eating disorder, mentions of self-harm*

This might have been a mistake.

Jason had a few reasons for wanting Nico to meet the Waynes. First, meet Alfred. Second, to see why he hated Bruce so much. Third, because he didn't really trust the boy in his place, full of guns, while he was on the other side of Gotham.

He could get back to his place within five minutes if he really needed to, but he didn't want to risk it, especially with the Waynes. If he were to randomly try and leave, they'd probably stop him, thinking he was about to go kill someone or something.

Technically, he didn't kill anymore. Technically. Unless they really, really deserved it. Then he hid it so well that not even Tim could find it.

Speaking of Tim. He wasn't here.

Fucking asshole.

If Jason had to be here, so did he. He'd have to get back at him somehow for not participating. Maybe leave dead Robins on his patrol route. It was way too easy to get them...

Oh, yeah. Nico.

He seemed awkward, nervous. Even when he was introducing him to Alfred.

"Alfie!" Jason jogged into the kitchen, grinning at his grandfather, "How are you?"

Alfred smiled at him, "I'm quite alright, Jason. How have you been?"

Jason just smiled, "I've been good. I wanted to introduce you to someone, though."

He turned to Nico, who was standing in the doorway, looking hesitant. Jason rolled his eyes and pulled him in.

"Alfred, this is Nico. He's technically my ward now. That's what they call it, right? Nico, this is Alfred, my grandfather."

Nico smiled weakly, nodding, and Alfred nodded, extending a hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Nico," He said warmly.

Nico shook his hand, but it was obvious he didn't want to.

Jason hadn't failed to notice that he seemed uncomfortable with most physical touch. Truthfully, it wasn't unusual. Especially in Gotham. Even Jason wasn't great with it. It was an extremely rare instance when he actually wished he was better at it, trying to comfort a victim, only to realize his touch and jagged, rough body only brought them more discomfort. It wasn't great.

Anyway.

"Happy Father's Day, Alfred," Jason smiled, "Do you know where Timwit is?"

Alfred sighed, shaking his head, "He opted out of attending this year. Miss Stephanie is currently checking on him. I'm sure it will all smooth over well, though."

Jason sighed dramatically, "If I'd known you could opt out of these things-"

Alfred interrupted him with a look, "I'd suggest you visit the drawing room before Master Richard comes to you."

Jason rolled his eyes, but nodded. He turned back to Nico, who still looked as confused as ever, and led him to the drawing room.

Drawing room was such a stupid name for the equivalent of a living room. Couldn't they just call them living rooms? Or were they too fancy? Probably too fancy.

"This place is big," Nico grumbled, "Even my house wasn't this big."

Jason shrugged, "It's Bruce Wayne. He inherited billions of dollars, then continued to build on that with Wayne Enterprises. No matter how trashy the man is, his company does help a lot of people, while gaining profit without exploiting the lower class."