Jay -- Jason, listen to me. [ He catches his brother's chin, commands his attention back, tone brooking no argument. Damian's surprised, and his heart is breaking for his brother. Jason -- Jason should have never had to deal with that weight. The weight of taking someone's life. Of being that angry, that furious, that tempted. Jason won't find condolences, or condemnation in Damian's stare, but familiarity, even empathy. His lips purse, frowning. ]

Bruce loves you. [ Losing Jason broke his father. Bruce had never been the same afterwards -- none of them had been the same. ] Whatever you've done, whoever you've killed, he'll be goddamn overjoyed just to have you back.

[ He huffs in a breath through his nose, leaning his head back against the metal, and no, he won't ever be ashamed of how he was raised, but this may be the closest he's gotten to it. ]

Father kept me, after all. And baby bird, my ledgers run red.

[ This. This he has never, ever discussed with Jason. Never even remotely hinted to anything like it. Jason knows Talia al Ghul is his mother, but for all intents and purposes, he (and Dick) have had no reason to think that Damian had been raised as anything but a Wayne from day one.

He might have done Jason a disservice by not discussing it with him earlier. Because Jay shouldn't be this afraid, not of Bruce rejecting him. ]