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"No, I came here for the food not to make friends with others." Jason swatted Dicks hand away, of course as the oldest Dick has to be the most annoying. Poking at Jason's face.
Jason continued to bicker with Dick as Tim and Damian were more than likely off trying to kill each other. Brotherly love, or whatever. Until two members showed up late, not unusual for heroism but Jason was a little nosey, he couldn't help looking over at the door.
He felt a weird sense of desa vu, the figure that walked inside looked so familiar. He knew them, at least he thought he did.
"Hey, who is that?" Jason asked, pointing Dicks face away from bugging himself and off at the door. Both the boys seemed to recognize you at first, but they couldn't put a name to it, until they heard your voice.
"Holy shit-" Dick and Jason made eye contact once more for a split second. There was no way you were still around, right? Jason thought you left because you were mad at him dying. Dick hadn't heard from you for years after you broke it off with Bruce, both of them thought you were long gone.
The shock caught up with Jason, making eye contact with you. His eyes were wide for a moment, it was you, "mom?"
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