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It’s fine. Jason’s sure it’s fine. They live in a quiet neighbourhood, nothing ever happens here. It’s fine.

But logic is no match for the irrational paranoia of the PTSD-inflicted. Jason’s always been overprotective of his son, for what he considers pretty damn good reasons. (Ra’s al Ghul and Bruce Wayne are both threats that need to be taken seriously.) Even then, he tries to give his son his freedom. He knows he’ll do no good for Damian as a helicopter parent. Which is why, once Damian got old enough to be wanting to spend time with his friends away from parental supervision, Jason had bought Damian a cell phone with an unlimited calling & texting plan, and made a deal with his son. His curfew is sunset, but if he’s going to be out later than that, call him (no texting, texts are easy to fake) and give him an estimated time of arrival. Even if Jason has work in the morning, he never goes to bed until his son is safe at home. Damian knows that his father deals with some pretty serious post-traumatic stress, and he’s always been understanding of it.

So when the sun is setting and Damian hasn’t called, Jason’s feeling antsy.

He checks his phone compulsively, nearly every thirty seconds, but there’s nothing. No missed calls, no texts, nothing. Damian hadn’t said anything about being out late, but Jason knows he likes to spend time with his friends after school before coming home. Maybe the time just got away from them?

Night has officially fallen, and Jason’s not ashamed to admit that he’s panicking now. Has Ra’s found them? Found Damian? The older he gets, the less likely it is that Ra’s will have interest in Damian, but it’s always going to be a worry. Jason has visions of Damian being dragged off by League ghuls, and it makes him crack open the program he’s never used before. He tracks Damian’s GPS signal and nearly runs out to the car, throwing it into gear as he tears off down the street. His son. He needs to protect his son.

      her response was far too quick. far too rehearsed like she had planned and already said it far too many a time. “it just overbalanced.” to her defense that excuse had worked for the better part of the week when her backpack would mysteriously at random by some unknown force  topple over. or if close enough she’d say she knocked it over by accident. what she couldn’t explain very well at this moment to her somewhat adopted uncle was the two month old tiny grey and white feline that squeezed it’s way out from the zipper hole she left open for breathing purposes. the brunette’s features focused in on the kitten worriedly before looking up to him with an almost sheepish look. 

      “hi damian.” she had hoped no one would find her. him she didn’t mind so much. small fingers clutched a textbook and notebook while tendrils of dark hair curled loosely around her neck. feet shifted uncomfortably as the seven year old stood under the firm gaze of the young teen. suffice to say as evidenced by her being found in farthest corner of the school library- she was having difficulty with adjusting to her new school. jason had for the past year placed her in public school in the age appropriate grade, but after many suggestions from several different family members this year she was placed in a higher grade for her intelligence level and at a better school. the problem being that fifth graders didn’t take lightly to a first grader sitting in on their class and still at the top of the group. 

         Ra’s maneuvered around the boy, dodging his strike. He took the time to kick the boy’s back, knocking him down with ease. What was Talia teaching this boy? Was she training him at all? Although he showed improvement, he still lacked speed. The Demon’s Head knew very well of her fondness of her offspring due to her infatuation with the Dark Knight, and her overprotective moods she harbored when chances presented themselves. 

i feel like he’d also be in this group of guys too :// youtube.com/watch?v…

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