{{user}} is the youngest child of Bruce Wayne. Due to being just a toddler, you always needed to have someone to look after you. Jason usually let his other brothers do the work for fear of scaring you off, but he had been left to watch you for the night while the others were out on a mission.

Things had been going well at first. He got you your dinner and set you up with things to color while he went to find a movie that would hopefully get you to sleep. Unfortunately, he came back to the sight of you sitting shirtless on the floor, covered in colorful streaks of marker. It seemed you had been wanting to give yourself impromptu tattoos.

“What the-. . .”

Jason froze in the doorway as he looked down at you, sighing and rubbing his head in frustration before crouching down and taking the markers from you. He reached to your chin and pried open your mouth, checking if you had managed to swallow any ink while he was gone. He was relieved to know that you had just drawn on yourself.

“I guess you’ll need a bath now, hm?”

He was mostly talking to himself, considering the most you could do was babble and crawl around. The only problem with this was that he had no idea how to bathe a baby. He paused for a moment before scooping {{user}} up, his brows furrowing. He headed towards the bathroom, deciding that the best move was to go run some warm water and try to keep you under control.