Jason was the first to rush back to Wayne Manor.214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp6V6MqaESL
His motorcycle skidded to a stop, nearly flying off the driveway. He didn’t bother parking—he jumped off and sprinted toward the front door. It was unlocked. He slammed it open, boots clacking hard against the marble floor, each step loud and frantic, like his heart had run ahead of him.
He didn’t even notice Alfred at the foot of the stairs. The old butler had just opened his mouth to speak when Jason flew past him like a gust of wind, not even leaving a shadow behind.
He bolted straight to his bedroom door, standing there breathless, like he had just outrun death. He forced himself to breathe, raised his hand, and knocked.
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He knocked again.
Still silence.
Jason’s brows drew tight. He couldn’t wait anymore. He shoved the door open. What he saw made his stomach drop.
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Nana was gone.
He turned, eyes darting around the room, scanning every corner—until he noticed the closet door was half open.
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Scattered on the floor were a few braids—ribbons of soft yellow, like spring daisies. They were the braids those two little troublemakers had tied yesterday. The way they lay there felt quiet… and strangely lonely.
Jason instinctively softened his steps.214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnrXOQIUCui
He rounded the doorframe, walking deeper into the wardrobe space.
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Soft, muffled sobs, barely audible.
He froze. Then rushed in.
Huddled in the corner, wrapped in coats and cloaks like a castaway on an island, was a small, trembling figure. Her face was damp, tears falling one by one onto her knees. Her shoulders quivered. She looked like a little beast the world had abandoned.
She looked up—and the moment she saw him, she cried out, “Jason—!”
She reached her arms toward him like a child begging for comfort.
Jason’s heart twisted painfully.214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXOwtXcc8aq
He dropped to his knees, arms scooping her up, holding her tight against his chest—like he could fuse her into his bones, like he was terrified she might vanish again.
Nana kept crying, her sobs soft and warm and wet, pouring straight into his ears.214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbf9axeshuF
He patted her back gently, like he used to—slow, steady strokes of comfort.
“What happened?” he asked softly, voice low, like something from a dream.
Nana hiccupped, “Jason… I don’t have a single follower left… They were there just a while ago, and now they’re all gone… Everyone left…”
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He didn’t answer right away. He just kept holding her, hand still gently patting.
“…It’s okay. It’s okay,” he murmured. “They clearly have terrible taste.”
He raised a hand to wipe her tears, fingertips soft against her skin. Then he brushed her hair back, gently tilted her face up, and rested his forehead against hers.
He took a deep breath and looked into her swollen eyes. Her amber gaze still shimmered with tears, filled with confusion… and that familiar dependence.
“Nana,” Jason said quietly.214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4jaLz4Vv5v
“Look at me.”
“I’m your most devoted follower,” his voice was calm but unshakably certain. “You’re my only belief.”
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“Isn’t that enough?”
Nana stared at him in a daze.
He wasn’t the same boy from her memories. The Robin she once knew had grown into a man—broader shoulders, a firmer chest, a quiet but overwhelming presence. His blue eyes were deeper now, like frozen lakes hiding secrets at the bottom.
He surrounded her completely—his breath, warmth, gaze, all wrapping her in an invisible web.
Her head spun a little.
“Nana…” he whispered, voice husky and low. “Will you be my one and only god?”
Her heart skipped a beat.
Those blue eyes stayed locked on hers—passionate, but with a hint of pleading. He added a soft hum, “…Hmm?”
Her lips moved, but no sound came out. She was still trying to clear her head.
But it was already over.
She nodded.
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Zatanna stroked her chin under the lights of the Batcave, her lips curling into a smirk that was equal parts amusement and awe.
“So… that’s how you bind a god to yourself?” she said, half-laughing. “Didn’t know church visits actually worked.”
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Apart from the low hum of computers, the entire cave was dead quiet—everyone still stunned.
Now under "observation quarantine" weren’t just Jason, but Jason and Nana—sitting side-by-side in a small chamber. Zatanna claimed they were “too bright to look at directly.”
“She really woke up?” Zatanna blinked at the monitor. “And you just… instantly bound her?”
Jason said nothing, his face blank, but the tips of his ears had gone red.214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6Eza9pOKj7
Nana shrank into her seat like she might bolt, but her whole being… was glowing.
Batman looked grim, eyes turning to Zatanna. “Is there any way to undo this? Any side effects?”
“Bats, seriously? There’s no precedent for this,” Zatanna shrugged. “Your second son just invented a new field of magic. No one’s ever done a solo god-binding this… completely.”
Her tone was joking, but the astonishment on her face hadn’t faded.
She stared at the glowing duo on the screen, frowning in thought. “Let me guess. Usually, the more followers a god has, the stronger they are. Big shared consciousness, more power.”
Dick stepped forward, tense. “So if Nana only has one follower…?”
“At most…” Zatanna shrugged again, “She’s just a normal person. No miracles, no divine power.”
“Ouch,” Steph muttered.
“That’s not all,” Zatanna added. “This kind of singular binding… it creates dependency.”
Everyone froze.
“…What do you mean?” Tim asked, alert.
Zatanna glanced at Jason, then said, “If Jason dies of old age one day—Nana will disappear with him.”
The Batcave fell utterly silent.
“Jason,” she smiled faintly. “Better live a long time. Otherwise, you’re taking down a whole belief system with you.”
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Jason Todd had changed.
During those six long years of memory loss, he had been like an unhealed wound—everyone tiptoed around him.
No one dared get too close, because Jason had built a wall. Cold, repressed, indifferent. He was a walking fortress, shutting everyone out.
Dick tried to break the ice with jokes—he got silence or a cold smirk.214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ66J3T8iI9H
Tim tried tactical bonding—conversations turned into dry reports.214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMmlRwE5OTO
Even Alfred’s apple pie—Jason just ate it in silence. Nothing left behind.
But once Nana came back, everything changed.
The fortress softened.214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl6f4VkbqXH
Jason would lift Nana from the couch in front of everyone, cradling her like she was something sacred. Even when her hair was messy, he’d sit down with focus, braiding it like a ritual, tying the ends with pink ribbons.
While braiding, he’d mutter, “How did this side tangle again? Did you roll around a hundred times last night?”
At the dinner table, he and Nana would secretly chat using a coded hand sign language—one they invented together.214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPdVo7w9N8P
Everyone watched their fingers fly back and forth, completely lost. Even Tim ended up secretly recording them to crack the syntax.
“He goes to the same fruit shop every day for grapes,” Carrie whispered one day.
“You know who does her hair now?” Steph said. “Not Alfred. Jason Todd himself.”
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Every guy in the room glanced at their own hands—some had grease under their nails, some hadn’t combed their hair, one was googling “how to pick sweet grapes.”
“This is what a Wayne man should be,” Steph declared, banging the table.
Barbara nodded furiously. “This is a perfect love story. No plot holes.”
“…Why can’t I find a love like this…” Carrie murmured, soft as a sigh—but the room froze.
All the men took psychic damage.
Dick nearly choked on water, trying to look innocent but only digging deeper.214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEX8pS3Mrb1
Batman’s fingers twitched, a keystroke paused mid-air.214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwtDd6vjT3Y
Tim shut his laptop and stared into the void.
Only Jason—still by the window—gently tucked a strand of hair behind Nana’s ear, a faint smile on his lips.
《End》
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"Nana was the first novel I ever wrote—I just wanted to tell a sweet love story. After Nana’s tale, the story continues with Leila in a parallel universe. It’s a lighthearted romance with more fun and heartwarming interactions from the Bat-family. I hope you all enjoy it!"
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