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Hello!

If you have been followed by this blog it will be for at least one of the following muses!

@grace-of-gotham - Grace Williams [DC] (OC)

@the-last-laugh - Joker [DC]

@docthompkins - Leslie Thompkins [DC]

@the-demons-son -Damian Wayne [DC]

@broose-wayne - Bruce Wayne [DC]

@just-hopper - Jim Hopper [Stranger Things]

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"A surprise? For me?"

What's everyone doing this weekend hm? Grandbat got a surprise for @docthompkins waiting tonight.

What is your proudest moment?

Character development asks

"For myself? When I finally walked away from an abusive marriage. At the time, it felt like anything other than something I should be proud of, but now, looking back it's the best thing I could have done for myself. It was the right decision and I'm glad I took it."

"For others? It has to be watching the children Bruce has brought into the family grow into themselves. They're all so wonderful. It's a pleasure to get to be a small part of their lives.

"Okay. So he and Bruce aren't getting along." An understatement, but then she held Dick's confidentiality as much as she held Jason's. " But he has been alright with you, when you've been together."

"Is it possible that his words were less about you, specifically, and more about Bruce asking anyone else to be Robin? A position that Dick held for a number of years." It wasn't her place to explain the significance of what Robin meant to Dick, the ties to his parents and the community that raised him. "Perhaps Dick had hoped that if Bruce was to take on another partner, they would have their own secret identity. It sounds from what overheard, that Dick wasn't asked for his opinion before Bruce did so."

"None of which would be your fault, and more an issue between Bruce and Dick. Which you've unfortunately been thrown into the middle of." Bruce needed to talk to his children more, that much was painfully obvious to her.

“That’s great Jason.” Leslie smiles, glad he was taking her seriously enough to rewlly consider what she was saying.

“Kind of. Its more about recognising where you are now. What is good about the present moment. A lot of the time life has you working to the next goal, then the next. Which - it is good to be goals oriented sometimes. It can help make changes and improvements and reach aspirations… However this is more about seeing the good in the moment. Being present. Which, in turn, a lot of people find helps them in the future.”

She was careful not to reinforce his idea that he needed to become better, that was the opposite of what she was trying to achieve. “You mention being better. I’m curious. What would better look like to you? What is it that is different to the Jason Todd we have here today?”

With no more preamble, Leslie tugged him down towards her, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. "Come here. Oh my..." He was so tall now. Worlds away from the slight and scrawny fourteen year old she had first met. "Missed you is an understatement."

Holding him, her fingers smoothing down the crown of his hair, rational thought resurface despite the quiet sob that slipped out. It just shouldn't be possible. She had squeezed as much detail from Bruce as she could about what had happened in Ethiopia, gone to the boy's funeral, examined the coroner's report herself, visited his grave...

If he was alive - and he was alive - did Bruce know?

What had happened to him?

She tightened her hold on him for a moment, half afraid he'd disappear again as she attempted to pull herself back together, sniffing. "Are you okay? Do you need help?"

She hadn't changed much.

Jason had already noted that during his weeks of surveilling her, but this was the first time he saw her up close again. A few more lines. A few added grey hairs here and there. But still pristine, put together.

And even now, with her evening routine disrupted, still kind and open.

''I don't,'' Jason muttered, raising to his feet without taking his eyes off her. ''But I was hoping you'd find the time to squeeze me in, doc.''

He was tall. A wall of muscle. In civilian clothing, but it almost didn't seem quite right. There was something she was missing. Something in the man's eyes almost imploring her to recognise him.

It was then that she realised she was staring.

"I'm sorry. You just remind me of someone that I, um..." Lost. Used to know. Cared about. Loved. Failed.

And his expression was familiar too. The set of his mouth, the careful frown...

Leslie inhaled sharply, eyes blinking against the flood of emotions at the realisation. Unless she was wrong. But then again, how could it be possible?

"Jason?"

She hadn't changed much.

Jason had already noted that during his weeks of surveilling her, but this was the first time he saw her up close again. A few more lines. A few added grey hairs here and there. But still pristine, put together.

And even now, with her evening routine disrupted, still kind and open.

''I don't,'' Jason muttered, raising to his feet without taking his eyes off her. ''But I was hoping you'd find the time to squeeze me in, doc.''