Another question he wasn't sure how to answer. The truth would be the most obvious, but while Damian's relationship with Bruce was new and uneasy, Damian had always loved his biological mother. Jason had always encouraged it, as well, no matter how hard it had been seeing it happen in front of him.
Telling his son that Talia had lied about his death was one thing. Telling his son that Talia had been honing him as a weapon to wield against the Bats since Damian's birth was another. Mostly because he was only just starting to come to terms with it, himself. And it hurt, to learn and understand that all those years of acceptance and closeness from her had only ever been a tool. Another mother figure who'd simply used him.
It was a pain he'd do anything to keep away from his son.
"I came back because I was told that you were killed by someone who was here. I came to do for you what was never done for me, but when I got here, that information had turned out to be a lie." A lot of the information had turned out to be a lie.
"Hear his side before I tell you mine. I don't want to color your opinion of him." He sighed, giving Damian's hand a small squeeze before he rubbed at his face with his hands. "He's not going to want to let you see me, you know that right? To him, I'm no better than the monsters I put down."
Damian thought that through, fingers absently but possessively curled around Jason's wrist. "She wanted me to believe you didn't care enough to stay, and you to believe there was nothing to stay for," he concluded. "Why? She told you that Father or one of his robins killed me, didn't she? So she went through all of this just to be able to train me without your interference, and to have Father killed. Mother's no coward, why not do the job herself? And why send me there after you when she knew what your purpose was here?"
Damian was smart, but the pieces didn't make sense to him. He made a face at Jason telling him to ask his father first, and then bristled at the notion he would be kept away from Jason. "He's welcome to try. But I'm not going to not see you." He paused, a little wobble of uncertainty. "Unless you don't want me to?"
He shouldn't be encouraging Damian to piece together the information. His relationship with Talia would be, at the least, tainted and if Jason was the cause for it to be broken entirely, he'd never forgive himself. Because even with all her machinations and plotting and talented twisting of the truth, he did still like her. Well, no. He respected her. 'Like' was probably a very strong word, especially after what had happened after his defeat.
He still wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that particular evening.
But Damian didn't need his permission to work through the puzzle and Jason's face softened as he reached out with his free hand to lightly cup the boy's cheek. "My clever son. You're so close to an answer, but I think you should take a pause. Think about it. Decide if you really wanna know, 'cause the answer might be shitty. To both questions, really. If you ask again, I'll tell you...but I want you to really think about it first."
The last question gets a small frown and Jason pushed himself to sit up so he could once again pull the boy into his lap, running his jaw over his hair and shoulders to once again mark him with his scent.
"I want you right here, habibi. I hate the idea of you going back to the Manor at all, but at least there you'll have Alfie. He's probably the best person for you, if I can't be there. I love you and that isn't gunna change just because I have to stay to the shadows to watch over you."
Damian didn't need much encouragement to put together pieces. His mind worked constantly and in twisty ways to assemble a picture. It was likely a gift he'd gotten from his father.
He frowned. "Isn't it always better to know the truth? Otherwise whatever conclusion I draw is based on untruths. You can't find the truth when you don't know all the facts.
"I could not go back," Damian offered ... but there was hesitancy beneath the words. Damian might not love where he was, but there were reasons to be there. He wanted to prove that he was good enough to belong, even if he didn't want to stay. And Richard wasn't entirely repellent. And he did like Ace.
He'd gotten quite a few traits from his father and Jason loved each and every one of them. Even if they gave no end to his headaches trying to chase after his far too clever son.
"Knowing the truth is important, yes." He didn't sound upset, but he was a little gruff. "But the truth can often hurt and I...My entire purpose on this world is to keep you from harm. You're my son and I'd do anything to protect you."
But did he have the right to protect him from this? Breathing out a sigh into Damian's hair, Jason closed his eyes and just soaked in the warmth of the boy in his arms for a moment. "I just got you back. I don't think I could survive losing you again.
You should go back. You have a place at his side and he...for all his flaws, he's not a terrible dad. Some of the happiest memories I have are with him. As Robin.
I don't suppose your mom told him about me, hmm? Oh, that's gunna be a fun conversation. And I'm not sleeping in my old room. I'll help Alfie strip it back into a guest room, I guess... Fuck, it will be good to see the old man again."
Damian's frown took on a hint of a pout in response to the gruffness. "I can protect myself, baba."
But then, wasn't that part of what he was glad to SEE his baba for? Not to protect him from a fight but from ... having to know he hadn't been wanted. He'd had to try to carve out all his affection and softness for Jason because it'd been false. Now he knew it wasn't, so he could trust that part of himself with Jason again.
"Mother didn't tell him very much, as far as I can tell," Damian said. He blinked, looking at Jason a little hopefully. "You would come back with me, to the manor?"
"Just because you can do something doesn't mean you have to, habibi. I'm your baba. I'm allowed to protect you because I love you" The gruffness was mostly gone, replaced instead with affection.
"I-" He huffed, once more reaching up to cover that scar on his throat with his hand. "I'm willing to try. Can't promise the asshole is gunna let me. Our last meeting didn't exactly end in hugs and scent marking. There's a very real chance that I'll walk in and he'll immediately haul me off to Blackgate. Or-" Or Arkham. He didn't finish the sentence because to put the idea out there would give it validity and the thought of being trapped in that hellhole with all the people he'd helped put there sent a shiver of fear through his spine. He gave the scar a little rub, then dropped his hand back down.
"I'll need a little bit of time to set up a proxy for the Bowery. If I just disappear, it'll be a free for all and everything that I've worked for here will just fall apart. These people don't deserve that."
Damian considered that and then gave Jason a small smile. "We'll protect one another, then."
He touched fingers to the scar too, atop Jason's. "If he's entirely unreasonable we'll just disappear back into somewhere else. Another part of the city if you must stay here. He seems to want me to stay. I don't know if that's so he can contain me, or out of genuine desire. I will be sure he knows that where you go, I go."
Damian nodded. "Whatever you need, baba. I ... while you set up what you need to, can I come see you still? If I come alone."
He smiled, fondness and affection and just a little bit of amusement in the expression. But mostly, there was simply wonder. Three hours ago, his son had been dead and Jason had been a hollowed out shell, going through the motions of living and protecting the people that couldn't protect themselves because he hadn't been able to protect the one person who meant the world to him.
Again.
And yet, here they were. Curled together in a makeshift nest, his son only just barely still small enough to fit comfortably in such a space. He could see the past year of 'training' in those vivid green eyes and he ached to know that he hadn't been there to help ease the healing. Honestly, he was willing to put money down on that being the exact catalyst for why Talia had set him on his revenge.
He needed to remind Damian that he was still Damian under the robes and the blood.
Laying back down, Jason took a measured breath, the rolling bubble of emotion that had settled into his belly was...exhausting. He was angry because he was always angry, but he was angry because he'd lost the last year of watching Damian grow. He was scared because the idea of willingly walking back into the Manor to just accept whatever fate Bruce was going to give him was terrifying. Excitement because his son was alive and in his arms and he might get to see Alfred again...
It was a lot, very suddenly.
"You can always come see me, habibi. Even if he puts me somewhere to 'punish' me, you will always be welcome. Lay down with me? Your baba is very tired and wants to hold his princeling, if his princeling will tolerate such affection." That small, teasing smirk was back, but he didn't reach for the boy. Merely opened his arms and let him decide.
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Telling his son that Talia had lied about his death was one thing. Telling his son that Talia had been honing him as a weapon to wield against the Bats since Damian's birth was another. Mostly because he was only just starting to come to terms with it, himself. And it hurt, to learn and understand that all those years of acceptance and closeness from her had only ever been a tool. Another mother figure who'd simply used him.
It was a pain he'd do anything to keep away from his son.
"I came back because I was told that you were killed by someone who was here. I came to do for you what was never done for me, but when I got here, that information had turned out to be a lie." A lot of the information had turned out to be a lie.
"Hear his side before I tell you mine. I don't want to color your opinion of him." He sighed, giving Damian's hand a small squeeze before he rubbed at his face with his hands. "He's not going to want to let you see me, you know that right? To him, I'm no better than the monsters I put down."
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Damian was smart, but the pieces didn't make sense to him. He made a face at Jason telling him to ask his father first, and then bristled at the notion he would be kept away from Jason. "He's welcome to try. But I'm not going to not see you." He paused, a little wobble of uncertainty. "Unless you don't want me to?"
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He still wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that particular evening.
But Damian didn't need his permission to work through the puzzle and Jason's face softened as he reached out with his free hand to lightly cup the boy's cheek. "My clever son. You're so close to an answer, but I think you should take a pause. Think about it. Decide if you really wanna know, 'cause the answer might be shitty. To both questions, really. If you ask again, I'll tell you...but I want you to really think about it first."
The last question gets a small frown and Jason pushed himself to sit up so he could once again pull the boy into his lap, running his jaw over his hair and shoulders to once again mark him with his scent.
"I want you right here, habibi. I hate the idea of you going back to the Manor at all, but at least there you'll have Alfie. He's probably the best person for you, if I can't be there. I love you and that isn't gunna change just because I have to stay to the shadows to watch over you."
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He frowned. "Isn't it always better to know the truth? Otherwise whatever conclusion I draw is based on untruths. You can't find the truth when you don't know all the facts.
"I could not go back," Damian offered ... but there was hesitancy beneath the words. Damian might not love where he was, but there were reasons to be there. He wanted to prove that he was good enough to belong, even if he didn't want to stay. And Richard wasn't entirely repellent. And he did like Ace.
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"Knowing the truth is important, yes." He didn't sound upset, but he was a little gruff. "But the truth can often hurt and I...My entire purpose on this world is to keep you from harm. You're my son and I'd do anything to protect you."
But did he have the right to protect him from this? Breathing out a sigh into Damian's hair, Jason closed his eyes and just soaked in the warmth of the boy in his arms for a moment. "I just got you back. I don't think I could survive losing you again.
You should go back. You have a place at his side and he...for all his flaws, he's not a terrible dad. Some of the happiest memories I have are with him. As Robin.
I don't suppose your mom told him about me, hmm? Oh, that's gunna be a fun conversation. And I'm not sleeping in my old room. I'll help Alfie strip it back into a guest room, I guess... Fuck, it will be good to see the old man again."
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But then, wasn't that part of what he was glad to SEE his baba for? Not to protect him from a fight but from ... having to know he hadn't been wanted. He'd had to try to carve out all his affection and softness for Jason because it'd been false. Now he knew it wasn't, so he could trust that part of himself with Jason again.
"Mother didn't tell him very much, as far as I can tell," Damian said. He blinked, looking at Jason a little hopefully. "You would come back with me, to the manor?"
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"I-" He huffed, once more reaching up to cover that scar on his throat with his hand. "I'm willing to try. Can't promise the asshole is gunna let me. Our last meeting didn't exactly end in hugs and scent marking. There's a very real chance that I'll walk in and he'll immediately haul me off to Blackgate. Or-" Or Arkham. He didn't finish the sentence because to put the idea out there would give it validity and the thought of being trapped in that hellhole with all the people he'd helped put there sent a shiver of fear through his spine. He gave the scar a little rub, then dropped his hand back down.
"I'll need a little bit of time to set up a proxy for the Bowery. If I just disappear, it'll be a free for all and everything that I've worked for here will just fall apart. These people don't deserve that."
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He touched fingers to the scar too, atop Jason's. "If he's entirely unreasonable we'll just disappear back into somewhere else. Another part of the city if you must stay here. He seems to want me to stay. I don't know if that's so he can contain me, or out of genuine desire. I will be sure he knows that where you go, I go."
Damian nodded. "Whatever you need, baba. I ... while you set up what you need to, can I come see you still? If I come alone."
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Again.
And yet, here they were. Curled together in a makeshift nest, his son only just barely still small enough to fit comfortably in such a space. He could see the past year of 'training' in those vivid green eyes and he ached to know that he hadn't been there to help ease the healing. Honestly, he was willing to put money down on that being the exact catalyst for why Talia had set him on his revenge.
He needed to remind Damian that he was still Damian under the robes and the blood.
Laying back down, Jason took a measured breath, the rolling bubble of emotion that had settled into his belly was...exhausting. He was angry because he was always angry, but he was angry because he'd lost the last year of watching Damian grow. He was scared because the idea of willingly walking back into the Manor to just accept whatever fate Bruce was going to give him was terrifying. Excitement because his son was alive and in his arms and he might get to see Alfred again...
It was a lot, very suddenly.
"You can always come see me, habibi. Even if he puts me somewhere to 'punish' me, you will always be welcome. Lay down with me? Your baba is very tired and wants to hold his princeling, if his princeling will tolerate such affection." That small, teasing smirk was back, but he didn't reach for the boy. Merely opened his arms and let him decide.