Re: Vistors - Late - Jason
He timed it. He would swear up and down that he didn't do it consciously, but he timed it so that he got to the hospital after everyone else, and after Bruce and Dinah would be safely asleep. Some of it was the fact that he was still limping slowly through life with a healing bullet wound and broken rib, but he figured no one would expect him anyways and it didn't matter.
The fact that he was here at all was a little itch behind his shoulders, but, fuck it. He'd still argue that it didn't involve him, but everyone would be asking him if he'd gone to see the baby and it would be nice to be able to surprise them all with a short 'yep.'
Alfred was still on watch on the door, and his tired eyes lit up at the sight of Jason, which made him cringe a little and want to limp his way down to radiology and get the damn X-Ray everyone had threatened. But Alfred didn't actually say a word, didn't make any noise at all that would alert the occupants, just let Jason step into the whole birthing suite - bathroom included, but the flowers covering it probably didn't come with the place.
Bruce had trained him to be quiet, and even with being unsteady on his feet, he managed now. He set the gift bag (with unsigned card) of a mobile of dinosaurs (because staring up at the ceiling had to get boring) on an empty spot on one of the shelves, and he could have walked straight back out and called it a day. But, in the dark room, there was no one to lie to or posture for. He slipped over to the crib and took a peak at the mercifully sleeping baby.
Sam was...tiny. And rather solid-looking, if also somewhat scrunched around the face still. Poor kid had no idea what he'd been born into - the whole Wayne Name, the extended Batfamily, Gotham, the lot. No idea who he was going to be, either; could be he ended up as a Robin yet, sure, Jason was laying a solid $500 on it against any takers. But there was nothing that said that just because Bruce was his father, he was going to end up screwed up and raging at the world.
That was enough philosophy and baby for one night. Jason limped his way back out into the rest of the hospital, and back to real life. He had ass to kick. Or at least punch.