Jay
@notlittlewings.bsky.social
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—Prince of Gotham
Knight of Justice

Dark & Gritty Portrayal
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Sʜɪᴘs ᴡ/ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪsᴛʀʏ

MCU | DCU

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notlittlewings.bsky.social
“Ay ay, captain.”

He instinctively started working on the tower while still letting Damian take the lead.
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||• I WOULD GO TO WAR TO PROTECT BABY DAMIAN !!!
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“Oh no! He have to built that one. Definitely. No gotham skyline is finished without it.”

Was he overplaying his enthusiasm? Maybe a little bit. Tho he did enjoy doing things with Damian.
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He let Damian take off most of the parts before he started helping.

Once all the parts were on the floor he moved off the couch and waited orders from the architect.
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“Nice work. Wanna continue on the floor? I could help.”
He didn’t dare to move a muscle so he wouldn’t destroy the masterpiece.
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Jason tried his best to remain as still as possible so he couldn’t disrupt the creation.
“What ya making?”
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After while Jason slowly wakes up, eyes barely open when he sees Damian playing. The view made the older one smile.
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He somehow didn’t even stir when the lego pieces were put on top of him. Too used to his baby brother using him as a table as he slept.
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He may have passed out on a couch in Manor’s library.
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He was silent for a moment until tilting his head.
“Yeaa maybe you got a point.”
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“And here i thought quiet night would be a good thing”
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I miss you, dumbass…
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||• mun has had far too much happen to me lately.
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He’s back and alive… somehow
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“Gotcha.” Jason easily picked up the kid, locking the computer before heading up to the kitchen. He had one arm under the kid and the other securely pressing him against his chest.

“You want sandwich too?” He asked once reaching the kitchen door.
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Laying face down on his bed, all bruised and wounded from the night.
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Jason was pressing the stinging spot to lessen the pain, letting Damian see that he’d actually done damage.

“Ok yeah you earned your snacks. What flavor milkshake you want?”
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Jason grinned when he saw the nod. After a short moment he pretended to hear something, which wouldn’t be too surprising with his paranoia.

This let Damian to whack his head strong enough to sting.
“Ouh.. damn you have strength in those arms.”
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“Snack when you whack me in the head.” Jason challenged, knowing that Damian would need a break soon or he would drop. He wanted to see the joy when Damian reaches his current goal.

“Maybe some milkshakes?”
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Sunset… time to get up and get ready for the night
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Jason intentionally reacted slightly (only slightly) slower, giving Damian a chance to actually whack him with the staff.

“You’ve gotten faster. Nice!” He was genuinely proud for his brother at his progress, knowing the kid thrived on being ‘the best’.
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“Oh yeah?” Jason smiled proudly and lets his brother down, lifting his hands up to protect his head.

“Show me what ya got!” Training (with) Damian had always been his favorite part.
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Jason screams and pretends to be scared, maybe he was a little for how fast the kid was.

“You got me! Mom would be proud.” He lifts Damian up to his lap and looked around. He let out a hum and walked up to grab his old staff, giving it to Damian.

“You wanna train?”
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Jason spotted the little one but did not react to it, waiting to see what he was planning.
Jason gently pushed his coffee cup further away and leaned in, pretending to read something closer.