Jason expected few things in life, but two things he always expected. One, he expected shit to hit the fan at any given moment, and two, he expected Damian to be ever the agressive little mash of Bruce and Talia in a moody little package. All in all, he enjoyed the youngest bat the most at least in respects of quiping.

Something he never expected was what was happening. The sound of his name and the boy running at him, he started to lift his arm to guard his face from a incoming face kick, before he realized he was not about to have two boots hit his money maker, no, the youngest bat actually looked like....

He didn't have time to think about it, it had been bubbling in him since he woke, the desire for affection and who was he to question it, his arms moved out catching the youngest to pull him into what could be considered both a hug and the only safe way to catch Damian. "Look what the bat drug in." He couldn't help it, the fact he hadn't dropped him yet... that didn't matter yet.