Jason stayed silent for a long time, the cold blue light stretching his shadow out behind him.
He remembered the times he had lost control after becoming Red Hood-the innocent people he had nearly caught in the crossfire, the screams that haunted his dreams in the dead of night.
"I'm not asking you to agree with me..." Jason finally said. "I just want you to know I'm not crazy. I just... don't want to see the same tragedies happen again."
Bruce turned and walked outside, retrieving two waxed paper bags from the Batmobile. He returned to Jason and opened them. One held two warm burgers, and the other held a few familiar cookies, their edges still carrying the toasted aroma of baking.
"How about we sit on top of the Batmobile and eat, like we did when we first met?"
Jason said nothing. He simply took a burger, silently jumped onto the roof of the Batmobile, sat down, and took a huge bite.
Bruce sat down beside Jason as well, biting into his burger as he passed over the other paper bag.
"Alfred baked them today. Chocolate chip cookies, your favorites when you were little." A barely perceptible tenderness touched Bruce's eyes. "We've kept your room at the manor. Alfred cleans it regularly, and nothing inside has ever been moved... He put on fresh sheets you like today, and baked your favorite cookies especially for you. Want to go back and try some? Call it... a temporary truce."
Jason stared at the box of cookies, memories suddenly surging up-when he was little, Alfred would always bring him a plate of warm, freshly baked cookies after training. Bruce would sit across from him, watching him wolf them down with a faint smile.
He reached out and took the paper bag. The