when jason died, they buried him with the possessions that he carried on him all the time. there was a pocket knife tucked into his sock, the bracelet on his wrist from catherine that he never took off, a tangled pair of earbuds in his back pocket, and, in the top pocket of his jacket, the cellphone that bruce bought for him after he was adopted.
that cellphone stayed with jason in his grave. went with him when he dug his way out. somehow stayed on his person when he was taken by the league, and he managed to convince talia to let him keep it throughout all his training.
he doesnβt know why, maybe as a grief thing or maybe just because bruce forgot and itβs not like the bill effected him in any way, but he never stopped paying jasonβs phone bill. his numberβs still active, still working after all this time. even weirder, but dick started adopting the tradition of adding his dead brotherβs phone number to each and every family group chat any of them created after ethiopia. again, jason doesnβt know why. maybe it was dickβs way of carrying his memory with them; including him in family conversations even if they all thought the number was connected to a long buried phone in the pocket of a long dead boy.
the point is that jason wasnβt dead any more. and all throughout his time at the league, he gets to watch the family chats. the mission statuses, the arguments, the rapid spiral every chat went through where they started off using it as a serious bat communication centre only for dick or tim to send a meme and instantly spiral into nothing but chaos that bruce would neither take part in or attempt to stop. jason spectates it all, always fingering the keypad but never actually typing out a message. he came close when there was a heated debate between steph and dick about the best donut types and he knew they were both absolutely fucking wrong, but luckily tim came in to educate them on the right choice last second and jason was saved from having to reveal himself.
the closest call was when little damian got a hold of his phone, attracted to the bright colours of the block game jason had been absently playing out of boredom while raβs droned on about whatever had pissed him off that day. heβd let the kid play, sat on his lap and eagerly jabbing at the screen, and jason had only looked away for at most a minute before heβd turned back to find the screen open on the family chat, damian having accidentally clicked on the camera button and taken a selfie of the two that heβd been about to send through. luckily, jason deleted it in time, but he became much more careful about letting the kid play with his shit after that.
this is all just a long winded explanation and backstory for and au i think would be funny where jasonβs reveal is literally just him deciding to fuck with his family by randomly dropping in through text like:
dick: hungry :( but good!
tim: drug bust went to plan, on way back to cave uninjured
babs: everything seems calm from what i can tell
jason: a little claustrophobic but the coffinβs kinda homely so ig no complaints from me
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