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Title: Homeward
Rating: G
Characters: Jason with passing references to rest of the Batclan.
Disclaimer: No ownership, no profit and no offence meant. Everyone is of the age of consent in their country and period of history
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: The smallest thing can bring you home. Sister piece to Homesickness. Written for and inspired by Saph.

Note: Taking prompts too if anyone has anything to throw at me. I can’t make any promises, the muses are there if a little untameable at the moment. They seem to like Jason’s voice best right now but don’t let that limit you.

Something so small. A brown paper bag no bigger than his fist. It shouldn’t have been enough to bring him to his knees but it was.

It had been three days. Three days since the Dark Knight finally worked it out. He’d dropped enough hints but knowing Bruce he wouldn’t let himself believe. Not until he could prove it. The cut on his arm must have dripped blood as he vaulted off the station to cross in front of the train, knowing they couldn’t follow in time.

Did Bruce stare at the screen when the blood came up as a match for his dead sidekick? There in the dark of the cave.

Did Dick cry or yell, or was he silent and still for the first time in his life?

Was the Replacement afraid? Did he wonder if that fancy new costume of his would be taken away from him now the real Robin was back?

But in all his musings about how he’s so called family reacted to his return, Jason never thought about Alfred. Never wondered how the quiet old man took the news.

And now he felt stupid for that.

It wasn’t that he didn’t care, it’s just... Alfred was the only one he wasn’t mad at. The only one who hadn’t hurt him. And now that he was thinking about it, Alfred was the only one who he could admit to missing.

And now this.

A little brown paper bag, neatly twisted closed. And that smell – the smell of childhood and happier days. The smell of love.

A single strap of rich black liquorice, coiled up small so there was always more there than it looked at first.

A gift...

Or a peace offering...

Or a trap...

And yet Jason can’t believe it would be. Liquorice was something only he and Alfred shared. No-one else in the manor liked it. Alfred would always buy him a strap for helping with the shopping. Just one, even thought Jason knew Alfred loved liquorice as much as he did. So Jason would always share that single strap, breaking it in half and always giving Alfred the bigger piece.

A lifetime ago. When he was young and innocent. Before the Joker beat that out of him along with his last breath.

But here it was, sitting on the threshold of his crash-pad. The perfect symbol of his lost childhood.

He took it out of the bag, almost reverently, his mouth watering at the smell but he couldn’t bring himself to bite into it.

It felt wrong, eating a liquorice strap alone.

He tucked it back in the bag and stashed it in the pocket of his jacket. It would be dusk soon and the Bat and his new pet would be heading out to protect the city from the likes of Red Hood.

But there would be no sightings of Red Hood tonight.

He had other places to be.

And someone important to share a liquorice strap with.

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