#legaxies

Stepping into the bedroom she pulled off her mask and tossed it on the bed and sighed running hand through her dark hair. She had just turned on the shower when she heard the sound of footsteps behind making her jump and spin around aiming one of her Eskrima sticks at the man's throat. It took a few moments for her to actually make out enough details in the dark to realise exactly who it was who had broken in. No it was impossible the person before he was dead and yet he may be taller and older but this was definitely him, sat in her room with a child in his lap. Her mind raced with about a thousand questions but for the second time in her life she was almost lost for words.

"Jaybird?" She questioned softly, slowly lowering the stick from his throat.

The moment Jason opened his eyes to the bright light of a late winter’s morning, he knew that today was going to suck. 

His nose was clogged up, and there was a persistent pounding behind his eyes that became even more insistent the moment Jason actually sat up in bed. Despite the fluffy blankets around him, he felt cold. Achingly so. 

Every joint in his body protested as Jason continued to struggle to get up, and get dressed. This was not the time to get sick, he argued with himself. Bruce was expecting him down in the Cave for training, and he wasn’t going to bail because of the sniffles. Batman needed back-up out there. And Jason needed Robin before Bruce could... Before Bruce’s patience with him ran out. 

It had already lasted way longer than he had expected it would. 

“Starfire? Shhh… I’ve got you.” Worry etched itself onto Dick’s face as he gently scooped the Tamaranean up, cradling her to his chest. How had he not noticed in time to stop her from getting hurt? He hated seeing her hurting. “I’ve got you now. Lets get you back to the tower and bandaged up.” 

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There was some reassurance now, that after years of monthly hostel hopping, traveling around europe then america, that maybe there wasn't people after her, that HYDRA had collapsed as she left and now the remnants were so busy picking up the pieces that the asset turned test subject was deemed unimportant.

She settled, just slightly, in gotham. The escapee found a good job, a small apartment she can have to herself, a dog, and everything seemed to be normal. aside for the superheros and supervillains. she could live with that, she figured.

There was a knock at her door as she geared up for the cold on her morning run. Quickly and quietly tucking a nearby pistol into a concealed holster, she quietly unlocked her front door, husky’s lead in one hand.

“Hello?”

“You definitely could be right.” Jason agreed, chuckling quietly as he drew her closer on his chest, adjusting the blankets over them. “But somehow, I think we’re still going to be Damians favorites, even if he makes friends at preschool.”

Dick couldn’t help but laugh as he rolled his eyes, offering his little brother his hand, an amused smile playing at his lips. “Somehow, I think you’ll live. Come on, kiddo, lets get you inside and warmed up before I decide to dump a handful of snow down the back of your shirt.”

    Tim took his hand, allowing his brother to lift him up from the snow banks, while giving him an annoyed look. He groaned, as he swatted melting snow from his body, resisting the urge to this shoes off. Mr. Showoff just had to use his acrobatic skills to land an impressive snowball to his face. If he didn’t admire him so much, Tim would have been angry. Yet he knew Dick would always take the playful approach. No hard feelings. But gross-- his pants were cold. In fact, Tim began to feel the frigid breeze brush against him.