Happy Mothers Day To All The Foster Mothers

Happy Mother’s Day To All The Foster Mothers

You have one of the most important under appreciated jobs in the world.

Leslie took her own seat, the door safely shut behind them. The warm smile bled into her voice, echoing his enthusiasm. “I did. That was a particularly nasty trap of his. You did well.” 

She was a little hesitant to make too much of a fuss over his activities as Robin, but she wasn’t about to dampen the grin on the boy’s face. “So it’s been a big week for you then.” Leslie prompted, pulling her notebook into her lap. 

With an offered soda in hand, Jason went down to sit in the same seat he had occupied the week before. His journal, was safely tucked away in the bag he had let drop on the floor. “It’s been good, doc.” Jason smirked, appearing a lot more confident than he felt in her office. “You saw me on the news last Thursday?”

It’d been amazing. Riddler had honestly been convinced that he’d had the upper hand. All cameras on. Bruce’s identity on the line. They’d been under pressure, and Jason had delivered.

Saved the day. Saved Batman.

He’d earned his stripes.

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And Jason couldn’t help it.

He scoffed.

“Jason Todd is worth nothing compared to Robin,” he bit back, fury and shame burning bright in his gut. “He had to resort to crime to make it through the winter. He scrounged his meals from dumpsters. As Robin, as Bruce’s partner, I can make a difference, both for myself and for the city. Why would want to ‘just’ be Jason Todd, when I can be so much more?”

Leslie was calm, unflinching, allowing Jason to snarl, the self loathing in his voice ringing out clearly.

"Well that's just the thing. Isn't it? Jason Todd had to do those things. If he had been given a choice? An alternative. If things had been different? Would he have done the same thing if given another chance?

Discreetly, Leslie caught the time on her wristwatch and fought against the urge to sigh. They were just starting to get into it...

"I have a challenge for you. If you think you're up to it." She allowed just a hint of doubt into her voice in an attempt to goad him slightly.

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''She's -- I don't know, she looks at me like she's hearing the stuff I'm not telling her, and it's freaking me the fuck out.''

Leslie smiled at that, proud of him for doing so well. People often forgot how difficult education was for children and underestimated the effect it could have. But it didn't feel like an issue at the moment.

She nodded, adding a note to her book, tilted just out of Jason's line of sight. "Excellent. And how about the journaling task I set you last week? How have you found it?"

Hel–Heck yeah.“

Jason smirked, opening his can of coke. ’‘I told you, doc; being Robin is the best thing that ever happened to me. I can do good. Batman needs me.”

It had earned more than a few notes down in his journal. He was good enough, he was earning his keep as Robin and as Jason. All their worries… he was good. Even Barbara had said so.

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Talk about it.

As if that was going to fix anything.

It wouldn’t fade the bruises Willis had left behind on him and his mom. Talking wouldn’t bring Catherine back. It wouldn’t make the memory of an empty stomach and freezing feet fade away. And it wouldn’t take away the greedy hands off of his skin.

Jason scoffed, shaking his head a little. “I don’t need to talk about it, ma'am. And I don’t want to keep dragging up the mess I left behind when Bruce found me. Whatever needs fixing, I can fix. Whatever ‘demons’ there are, I can fight. As myself I couldn’t do shit. As Robin I can.”

As Robin, I’m worth something more.

Leslie was quiet for a moment, allowing Jason's words to hang in the air. It was a valid point, if what happened hadn't effected him, didn't have any power over him, then why would he want to talk about it? But then, Leslie thought rather instead that he was deferring the issues. Hoping they would disappear entirely if only he could turn into someone else. Someone he percieved as better.

She shifted slightly in her seat. "Robin isn't a person. It's a construct. A persona. A mantle. You can be Robin, but you'll still always also be Jason. Someone who has a lot of merit all on his own."

She caught the look on the young boys fsce and pressed forward again before he had chance to interrupt her.

"I think you would do yourself a disservice if you forgot about Jason. After all, he is just as important, if not more so than Robin."