#alfred.

No more gifs bc i am now on my laptop and answering asks on desktop is ..... it sucks lol.

Miles? He is a CHILD! a cinnamon roll. a bean.

Jason? 2 edgy 4 me. plus he’s basically dabi but just with slightly better ethics.

Alfred? Anon, you’re lucky i don’t know where you live, bc i would be throwing macaroni at your house if i did. I’M ONLY 23!!!!!

"Oh! Dick, how lovely to see you!" Alfred hugs his grandson. Clasps his shoulder with a smile, ushering him inside. "How long will you be staying?" Hopefully, he'd stay for a while. Lord knows this family needed some stability after the past few weeks.

Jason was put into the ground in April. In October, he'd dug his way out under the autumn torrent. Now he was home, had been for a week. He was healing fast. A little too fast. Just something to be filed away. A whole accordion folder of ignored oddities following Jason Todd's resurrection.

"Uh, Master Grayson--" the formality helps. Distances him slightly from the strange news he's bearing. "Did Bruce tell you about... about our dear Jason? It's only been a week and I'm sure he hasn't stopped brooding long enough to--"

Speak of the devil. Jason peers out from behind the living room entrance. Jumps out, a living ghost running for Dick. He throws himself against his brother with a soft grunt, arms vicing around the young man's.

"Jason, be more careful of your injuries." It's a casual chiding. Comes out automatically. Spoken like things have never been wrong in the first place. The familiarity of a reckless Robin, recovering from injuries while exacerbating them. Better than the episodes of storytelling. Or, rather, trauma recalling. Alfred keeps close, watching for Dick's cue to answer questions or leave the siblings alone to catch up.

"Dick!" Jason beams up at his brother. He's a wreck, but not as much of a wreck as he could (should) be. He's in a red sweater that's bumpy with gaze and bandages, a cast on his left leg and right wrist. His left eye, cheek and neck are criss-crossed in gauze and taped. But thought it all he's smiling, exuberant. Happy to see his family, his damn near idol back to come see him.

Signing is hard with his injuries but Jason uses his good hand and adapts it, one handed signs the family will recognize.

[text] i got a free cabin and we can hone our area 51 plans n shit

And that’s just painfully honest, I try to leave you alone

I try to keep at a distance, I try to keep my mind closed

I’m trying to learn me some focus, I’m trying to harness that power

That everybody would devour if I gave these bitches a chance, so let me-

Hey, maybe let me pop my shit?

The way they make me wait, my patience long as ostriches

Thank god for this oxygen

Gotta lot of gratitude that we’re not off this yet, fuck

Hey baby, let me pop my shit

I ain’t mean to bring it to the party, set it off too quick

I know we just got here, my biggest fear is that I lose this chance