Batfamily Short Stories

Perhaps He Could Be Happy

It was Christmas Eve and little thirteen year old Jason was currently sitting in the den at Wayne Manor, staring out the window at the gentle snowfall. He was also trying to ignore the massive, pristinely decorated Christmas tree standing in the corner of the room next to the crackling fireplace.

Suddenly, a familiar voice spoke up from the doorway, causing Jason to jump 

"What's fresh, kid?"

"Geez, Dick!" Jason exclaimed, putting a hand on his chest as the older boy laughed at his reaction. "Don't sneak up on me like that!"

Dick's laughter faded as he made his way towards Jason, plopping down on the couch next to the smaller boy, "What're you doing here by yourself?"

"Bruce is at the office and Alfred's... cleaning... something." Jason replied with a shrug.

"Hmm," Dick nodded, falling silent for a moment before looking over at Jason. "Wanna go on patrol with me?"

Jason furrowed his brows, "I'm not allowed out on patrol without Bruce yet."

Dick laughed again, "Not allowed out on patrol- that's funny."

"Shut up," Jason grumbled, punching Dick in the arm as both boys laughed.

"Come on," Dick said, getting to his feet. "I've got something for you."

Curiosity getting the better of him, Jason grinned and got to his feet, following Dick out of the room and upstairs. Together, the two boys entered Dick's old room.

After flicking on the light, Dick made his way towards the closet and began shuffling through the contents. Jason shoved his hands into his pockets and stood a few feet away, taking in his surroundings as he waited.

"Aha!" Dick exclaimed, pulling a decent-sized box out from the very back of the closet and offering it to Jason. "Here we go."

"What is it?" Jason inquired, taking the box and looking it over.

"That is something Alfred made for me back in the day," Dick explained, "Before I was Robin."

Now even more curious, Jason couldn't help but pull the lid off of the box to reveal an armored black suit.

"What's this supposed to be?" Asked Jason, setting the box on the nearby four-poster bed and pulling the suit out.

"It's your key to getting out on patrol with me," Dick grinned, "I thought it should fit you alright."

Jason smiled as he held the armored vest up to his shoulders, "Yeah, it should do just fine."

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Sneaking into a large warehouse after Nightwing, Jason couldn't help but grin as he spotted several gangsters down on the ground floor, loading crates of guns into a truck.

"Oh, this is too good," Jason muttered in a sly tone, his voice muffled slightly by the cloth mask that covered the lower half of his face.

Nightwing grinned at Jason's excitement, "Shall we?"

"Let's do it."

Crouching low behind a storage container as Nightwing slunk away, Jason kept an eye on the gangsters until Nightwing reappeared on the other side of the warehouse, positioned himself up in the rafters.

An instant later, several smoke grenades dropped to the ground and a spray of gunfire erupted from the gangsters.

Jason couldn't help but chuckle, this was his favorite part. Taking down the bad guys.