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And –

Oh.

Jason licked his lips, looking away. It wasn’t a secret. Hell, Bruce had found him on the streets, for fuck’s sake. He knew his dad died in jail, and knew his mom died because she’d been sick, well before Batman, and he, had crossed paths.

He wouldn’t take Robin away from him over this.

Right?

Jason shrugged, his tone quieting, and he kept his eyes averted. “Mom was sick, you know? Willis was in and out of jail, so someone had to take care of us. I managed just fine.”

Until I didn’t.

Until she died.

Ah. 

It matched with what little Bruce had told her. An orphan, living on the streets when Bruce had found him. But there had been a whole life before the moment Jason had decided to steal the wheels of the Batmobile.

“I’m sure you did.” Leslie agreed honestly. “It sounds like it was a difficult situation to have to deal with.”

Everything about his posture screamed at how uncomfortable he was talking about it. But sometimes feeling uncomfortable brought about good things, and Leslie wasn’t one to shy away from it. 

“What was she like?”

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Not a conversation he was looking forwards too, but Jason appreciated the warning. If Leslie asked… she was neutral ground. More than Alfred was. Alfred’s grief for him would be unbearable to watch, and Leslie?

She’d already seen the absolute worst of what this city had done to him. Hadn’t shied away when she first saw his scars. And hadn’t flinched when he had lashed out to her.

Grace’s name, was enough to lift Jason’s gaze towards Leslie.

He’d pushed her away, made vague promises of contact, he’d been cruel, he’d lied, and still –

“Is she alright? What she say?” And Gods, the sheer hope in his voice had Jason internally wincing. Give it a fucking rest. You’ve played your hand, you fucked up, she’s gone, she doesn’t want – you.

“Her shoulder is much better - thanks to you. Looking after her like you did forced her to rest it. I doubt she would have otherwise...” Leslie began, softening at the hopeful tone Jason’s voice had taken. 

Still, honesty was the best way to go. Leslie tried to put it to him gently. “She’s a little hurt. Confused mostly. Which I can’t say I blame her for. Without any context, you have to admit, upping and leaving mid argument doesn’t look good. She’s sent you messages while you’ve been out of it, by the way. Not to mention she’s noticed she hasn't seen Hood since the ordeal at the docks... She’s presuming Hood is just busy for now, but it’s clear she misses him as well.”

Leslie huffed a disbelieving laugh as she recalled their earlier conversation. “Funnily enough, one of her theories isn’t far off the mark. She was wondering if you have PTSD and she accidentally triggered something. Her worry was enough to make me track you down, lets put it that way. A good thing too really.” 

“I listened to her for the best part of an hour this morning, twisting herself into knots to give you the benefit of the doubt. She wants to believe that you wouldn’t just walk out on her without a good reason. Which you didn’t.” And wasn’t that the most frustrating thing of all? All the pinning the pair of them were doing and for what?

Leslie pressed her lips together, unable to restrain herself from asking the question. “When are you going to tell her?”

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''Leslie. This is a surprise --''

Bruce's startled expression softened when he took in her words and the wrapped gift in her hands. ''Thank you, Leslie. You needn't have. Come on in, please, can I get you anything?'

“As if I’d let your birthday just pass us by. Don’t be silly.” Leslie admonished without any real heat to it, heels clicking against the solid wood flooring of his office.

“I’m fine, thank you.” She waved him off, taking a seat in one of the armchairs, eyeing the paperwork strewn across his desk. With a suspicious look, albeit tinged with amusement, Leslie jutted her chin out before passing Bruce the small wrapped photo frame. “You aren’t working today, are you?”

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Act normal.

Act polite.

Jason managed a smile as the therapist - doctor, Bruce said she was an actual doctor - let him in her office. She looked friendly enough, not as old as Jason thought she was going to be. Dark hair, an easy smile, despite the sterner set of her brow. She fit her office, Jason noted.

Warm colors, modern, but not skimped on comfort.

Functional. To the point.

No other exit.

No way out.

Jason shook her hand, fairly certain that his quick glance around could be taken for mere interest. “Good morning, doc,” he replied, hiding the fact that his stomach was in knots. “Nice to meet you too, hope all is well.”

“I’m very well, thank you.” Polite. Well spoken. All in all, a good first impression.

Spotting the curious look around the room, Leslie gestured to the soft, comfortable looking armchair towards the back of the room, facing the door. “Would you like to take a seat?”

Most people were nervous for a first session. Outwardly, the boy didn’t seem all that fussed but Leslie busied herself anyway, opening a drawer on the side so he could make the decision whether to sit or not without her directly watching. “I’ve always got a mixture of drinks and snacks in here, is there anything you’d like?”

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“And expect what, exactly?” Jason retorted. “For the rest of the family to suddenly care about what happened to me, and what it did to me? None of them ever even bothered asking how I came back to begin with, so why the hell would they want to know this?”

He shook his head, bitterness lacing his tone. “It’ll help nothing. And it certainly won’t help me. I’m dealing with it. I’ve dealt with it.”

“I won’t make excuses for them...” Leslie knew better than to defend them. It was a complicated thing, the relationship Jason had with the rest of his family. One that Leslie had hope for still, but wading in and getting involved wouldn’t fix it. 

She hummed thoughtfully before admitting her own guilt on the topic. “It’s something I’ve wanted to speak to you about for a while actually, just never seemed a good time... Now probably isn’t the best either while you’re in this state. But later - if you’ll indulge me.” The last thing she wanted was for him to feel pinned down, unable to leave what would quite probably be an uncomfortable conversation for him, 

Brushing the idea away she changed track, challenging Jason with an obvious tone. She had spent too long on the side-lines watching to not point it out. “But who says you have to ‘deal with it’ alone? Even if you didn’t want to tell them, or Alfred and I. You have other people who care about you. People who want to help. Grace. She is quite worried about you, you know.”