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Ra’s al Ghul has always known the detective would have good taste.
He doesn’t expect any less of a man born of his statue. He just didn’t think to imagine Bruce’s taste to be quite so exquisite. Because this exceeds even Ra's' expectations: Blue eyes without a hint of recognition, skin scarred in places that speak of a life hard-earned even as baby-fat still cling in all the perfect places.
It is life breathed back into a young dead thing.
There is something in a hollow shell, a blank slate in youth that intrigues Ra’s like nothing else ever could.
An empty home, once lived in.
If Talia chooses, she could have kept her little project under wraps and far from Nanda Parbat. But she brings the boy before her father. Builds him up into a grandeur plan to earn a place for the League of Assassins next to the Batman. Here is her mistake: To think she can sell her intention as anything but using the little bird as a gesture of goodwill to gain a favour with her beloved.
Ra’s doesn’t fault her for it. Ra’s hardly even minds it in the grand scheme of things. Ra's has lived long enough to know that love has made plenty of capable men and women foolish in their cause. He lets her have her way because he fully intends to have his.
He lets her believe that this boy truly could be the favour that will get his daughter back into the folds of her beloved’s life. Because the truth is that he can be. He can also be remade into so much more under Ra’s’ own hands.
In Nanda Parbat where Ra’s al Ghul isn’t just a king, he is regarded as a god, no one bats an eye when he asks Jason Todd to be brought to him.
This boy is an empty home that Ra's intends to rebuild from the inside out.
Jason doesn’t like international missions that take him this far from Gotham.
As much as he hates being within what feels like an arm’s reach of Batman himself, he is willing to make his compromises to stay in town. Bruce and him are in a much better place, Jason won’t call it amicable but it gets them through an encounter without a need to dig through a first aid kit.
He knows this feeling is irrational though. He’s been in space and never felt a hint of the same discomfort. But his new lead takes him to Qazvin and Red Hood must make his trek to follow it. The back of his neck prickles as soon as he steps off the cargo plane that not even Batman could know he is on, and he's sure of that, he's checked.
Except Red Hood hasn’t been training for more than half his life to not feel the blatant eyes on him.
Scanning the landing strip, he finds it empty save for the cargo plane he was just on. It shouldn’t be possible when there is nowhere to hide.
Jason still feels that bone-deep shiver involuntarily wracking through him under the weight of this impossible gaze.
No protest, no whimper, nothing as troublesome as a no.
His pet doesn’t get a say, and he is perfect in that way.
No words, just noises. And sometimes not even that when Ra’s al Ghul wants complete silence from the sweet pliant cocksleeve that he’s created out of Bruce Wayne’s ward.
Ra’s eases out of the boy, glancing down to watch the thick strings of semen trail from the head of his cock to that fucked out hole. It is the first time the boy has taken him in his ass, and he’s done so wonderfully. His rim is swollen red from use, puffy and twitching so cutely around nothing after he’s been kept stuffed and full on Ra’s’ cock.
The Demon's Head leans down and brushes his cool lips to Jason’s temples, weaves a hand through those sweat-soaked locks of black and brushes it back from his face. And the boy looks the prettiest now: Eyes glazed over and not a hint of tears, mouth slack and parting, worn and expression all fucked out. Jason is lying on his side where Ra’s left him, silk sheets sticking to his clammy skin, his chest rising up and down in quick bursts as he pants in the aftermath of warming Ra’s’ cock for hours on end until he finally came at his own leisure.
Ra’s sits back against the mountain of pillows and cushions at the head of the bed, chuckling at the sight of Jason slowly picking himself up. He is quiet as he moves, eyes half-lidded, and the boy would be silent if it isn't for the soft clinks of the delicate gold body chain Ra’s has him wear in place of even a scrap of cloth for clothes.
Modesty null in favour of whatever Ra's wants of him.
From necklace to nipples, the chain drapes down and curves under his small tits to end as discreet rings that can be worn even under the League training clothes that Talia has the boy fitted for. And each ring easily tightens around each perky little nub with a jade bead so they always stay hard, kept pinched and sensitive at the barest touch of Ra’s’ hands.
“That’s right, baby.” He murmurs as Jason crawls to him, settling down on his hands and knees in between the spread of Ra’s’ thighs. “Come clean up after yourself.”
Eyes still shuttered at half-mast, his pet opens his mouth easily and starts to lick at Ra’s’ cock, tongue all red and warm and slick with spit, lapping up every last trace of cum and that lovely floral infused oil Ra's allows for lube. Ra's has long since trained the boy out of needing a firm hand at the back of his neck to keep him here.
Ra’s watches the bob of Jason's head, feels every strain in the seam of that mouth and the stretch of his throat and the tip of his wicked tongue as Jason kitten licks and sucks at him until he is hard again.
Ra’s tugs the boy up, puts him into his lap so his cock is nestled between the tight vee of Jason’s smooth inner thighs. He doesn't make a sound, not even a squeak in surprise when the thick crown of his erection rubs against the soft entrance of Jason’s ass. Hands holding him by the hips, and Ra's' cock passes over the hot folds of Jason’s cunt to nudge in between where his empty hole sits wet and waiting.
Practically drenched with slick from how long he has gone without Ra’s’ cock keeping it stretched out and filled.
“You got wet from that, didn’t you, pet?”
Jason doesn’t answer, he never does.
His head is down, his lips are parted, and the only indication that his pet is still with him is the small intake of breath as Ra’s guides his cock to Jason’s cunt, lining himself up.
On another day, Ra’s would make the boy ride him until his taut little belly swells up from just how many loads of cum he takes in him. But today, Ra’s wants to see Jason flat on his back, both arms pinned by the wrists above his head. Ra’s wants to see those unblinking eyes staring up at the canopy of silks hanging from the ceiling as he drives into that pliant body.
Unable to flinch even a fraction of an inch away as he is split open.
To watch the gold chains jerk with each thrust.
To lean down and sink his teeth around a nipple, biting hard enough to draw blood, to leave a scar of his own against this body of his.
“I have been a good teacher to you,” Ra’s tips the boy in his lap onto the bed, spills him across the sheets, hands pinned above his head. The heavy rings he wears around his own fingers dig into the fine bones of those wrists, and Ra's noses along the stretch of his Jason's arm before he murmurs into the shell of his ear. “It is about time you show me how good you can be too.”
The boy lets out the softest little sigh as Ra’s presses into his cunt.
Ra’s can feel every flutter and squeeze of his walls as he spreads Jason’s pussy wide around the girth of his cock. He is too big and too thick and Jason can’t possibly take him whole. But Ra’s hardly cares for that when he just keeps pushing into the burning clutch of the boy, fucking in deeper and deeper with every rock of his hips. Working him open inch by steady inch.
Even after months of having the boy learn to take all of him, it still takes time and patience to open him up. Even then, the boy can really only take the majority of him at his most pliant and loose. Ra’s knows it is no fault of Jason’s own, especially not after he’s spent all of last week focused on just training the boy’s ass.
But Ra’s doesn’t neglect his cunt now.
No, the boy’s pussy is far too pretty to be left all alone.
He gives him all the attention he deserves.
The gasp is just as soft as any of the noises that Jason can make, and Jason gasps when Ra’s finally manages to press the crown of his cock against his cervix. Fucking in hard, fucking in deep, and there is still an inch or two to go before he actually bottoms out but there is physically nowhere else for him to go.
Ra’s can’t fit all of him inside without fucking into Jason’s womb.
Ra’s grinds against the opening and Jason whimpers with it. It’s the most vocal his pet has been, and Ra’s rewards that with a kiss. Purposely repeating the motion to get the same result, feeling the full body flinch as he instinctively recoils. Not that he goes far, or anywhere really. Ra’s has him pinned, and he leans down and captures Jason’s lips, swallowing the next whimpering sound whole until there is nothing left at all.
What remains is what Ra's al Ghul allows, and what remains is what Jason has become.
Jason considers the eyes he felt on him as soon as he landed.
And then the tail he had to shake off halfway through the day when he tried to hunt down his lead by the Grand Bazaar.
It really is no surprise at all when he finally gets back to the hole in the wall youth hostel tucked into Qazvin's busy city center and finds something amiss. The room is just as he's left it this morning: Wretchedly small, window latch broken, and a hit-or-miss flushing mechanism on the toilet. Jason has seen worse. Hell, Jason has lived in conditions much worse than this.
But it is the neat little velvet box, not much bigger than his palm, sitting atop of the pillow like a gift that changes it all.
If he is logical about it, anyone could have came into the room and left it behind. The door takes one key to unlock and the front desk of the hostel is left unmanned for most of the day. If Jason is blindfolded and has both hands tied behind his back, he can still get through this door in less than ten seconds and not leave a single trace behind. It doesn't take much.
He looks around the rest of the room, and doesn't find another thing out of place.
All left undisturbed save for this dark green velvet box, and presented like this, it can only be a gift.
He picks it up. He opens it. He doesn't understand what it is he is meant to see.
Jason draws out a long looping gold chain. It is thin, it is delicate, it is not quite a necklace. He lets it pool in the center of his palm as he picks up the electronic hotel keycard tucked underneath. A place. No time though but Jason has worked with much less before. He peers at the chain again, and he gets this nagging itching feeling crawling just under his skin. He rolls the twin jade beads around his palm with a fingertip, feels it pressing into his bare skin.
The sensation isn't just familiar, it feels engrained into him.
He looks around again, and he wishes he could say that it could have been anyone to gift this to him.
But it is with conviction that Jason knows only one man who would.
Mouth red and wet, and opening up wide.
His pet is remarkable, swallowing him down without a pause.
Jason stays still where he is placed, and his place is right here: On his knees with Ra’s’ cock burying itself into the back of his throat. Ra’s doesn’t ease his hand into the boy’s hair like he has developed a habit for. Instead, Ra’s focuses on the plans spread out across his desk. There is always work to be done, especially because he is the Demon’s Head. His pet is simply splendid when he doesn’t even twitch a muscle as the door opens and his spies come through at random intervals, each one with an appointment to report on the progress of their own assignment.
No one spares a second glance at the naked boy with his face hidden in the lap of their leader, nose pressing into his pubic hair.
No one dares, especially with Talia away from Nanda Parbat for a crucial mission.
With her gone, her little pet project is left on the sidelines for the League to pick up, and they bring him right to Ra’s. In Talia’s presence, Ra’s never even bothers with looking in Jason’s direction. He likes to let his daughter think he has no plans of his own for the boy.
It works in his favour, like everything else.
He works with Jason warming his cock and it lasts hours.
But Ra’s barely even notices, only letting up when his servants enter with food and drink. He looks down to see those lips still stretched out thin and red around his cock, feels the flat of that tongue pressing up against the underside of him, twitching every once in a while as he attempts to swallow around the gathering spit. Ra's looks for another long moment, and decides that he will be taking his meal in his chambers instead.
A hand in the messy black curls to ease his pet off, and it’s always quite the sight to see the thick drip of saliva from between those lips as his cock pops free. He lets the wet head of his soft cock drag across Jason's cheek before he finally says: “Come now, pet.”
Ra’s isn’t a needlessly cruel man. He gives Jason all the time that he needs as he stands up on numb legs, pins and needles prickling at his skin as he gets the circulation back into his lower half. Ra’s is in no rush, he watches as Jason works his bare toes against the floor until he takes a tentative step. And then Ra’s is leading him down the winding curves of the compound’s hallways on a chain that connects to the gold rings around his nipples, tugging at them with just enough strength to draw the line taut.
The boy's nipples are swollen and puffy from being kept pinched for so long, and they look obscene from the way they are being yanked. The gold shimmers as it moves, and he is like a puppy on a leash.
Ra's brings him back inside his chambers and Jason reacts instinctively when Ra’s drops the makeshift leash.
His pet doesn’t climb onto the bed on all fours unless he is told. And he hadn't been told just yet.
Instead, his pet bends over at the waist at the foot of the bed, hands and elbows pressing flat on the silk sheets, presenting both holes for whatever his master has in mind. Ra’s smiles at the display, and his smile curls into a smirk as he sees the base of the toy buried inside of Jason's cunt since early this morning.
It’s not so much a habit as it's routine by now. For Ra’s to start off his morning by fucking into Jason’s pliant sleeping body if he had him for the night. And when he’s done, spending himself inside, he will plug him up with an exact replica of his own cock carved out of quartz so his pet is never left without.
It is especially tantalizing now, when he gets to see his own seed ooze from around the toy as he grabs at the base and eases the thickest part of it out. There is no give to it even if the stone is warmed by the clutches of Jason's pussy all morning. He fucks it in and out almost leisurely, listening to the lewd wet sounds of it squelching as it presses all the way back inside. Hearing the staccato of Jason's breaths starting to rise when the smooth white stone keeps working over and over that same spot inside of his cunt that brings him over the edge faster than even abusing his clit does at times.
Ra's watches with amusement in his eyes as Jason rises up on his toes, hips canting up like the most lovely of invitations to have the toy dig in even deeper. His body subconsciously knowing exactly how to seek for more. And really, there is only one downside to his pet being catatonic like this, he can't verbally beg for it.
Ra's stops short of having Jason come on the toy.
He likes the sensation of Jason coming on his cock, how tight he gets, how hot he burns, how he gets all overwhelmed when Ra's just keeps going without any consideration, using that body as a means to chase his own end. He pulls the plug out completely and drops it on to the bed by Jason's head so the boy can see it as he is fucked.
So he can register exactly what is filling him up if he needs that reminder at all.
Jason's pussy is flushing darkly, hot to the touch and shiny where it is coated in slick. If Ra's digs in both thumbs and spreads those plump folds of his cunt, he would be able to see the way Jason's slit is quivering around nothing, just steadily leaking thick globs of semen where he is left gaping without a cock or a plug in the exact same shape and size.
Ra’s has no intentions of leaving him empty for long.
The boy may be catatonic but his body reacts just fine. Maybe if he keeps it up, coming inside of him raw, dumping load after load of his seed like he’s been doing, maybe the boy will start to swell with a child of his own. But before that, he brings a hand down over Jason's pussy.
The contact is really more wet than hard as the flat of his palm smacks against his cunt, and Jason might not yelp but his body twitches at the abuse. His hips sway in anticipation of the next hit, spine pulling taut, dropping down a little lower so his ass is lifted just that bit higher in the air.
And really, that's all the reaction Ra's wants.
Jason really is getting better and better at this.
To think Ra's only just took the boy's virginity barely a year ago: Spots of red on the sheets under them where Ra's took what is rightfully his, pulling out to watch the dribble of frothy pink to follow. A few short months later and he's already shaking his hips to have his pussy slapped. Jason doesn’t cry, not after the first few times. He doesn’t struggle either.
He stays right where Ra’s puts him, like all good sex toys do.
Ra's isn't without kindness, he rewards that kind of behaviour.
Ra's feeds the boy as he fucks him, pressing a slice of ripe peach to Jason's panting lips. He watches him wrap his mouth around the fruit, chewing it slow, savouring it as he finally swallows. Ra's holds the pads of his fingers to Jason's mouth and waits for him to open up, to stick his tongue out and lick at the sweet sticky juices until they are clean again. He rips up bits of the soft loaf of freshly baked nan-e barbari, feeds the bread to Jason piece by tiny piece, alternating it with cubes of feta cheese and olives.
Lets the boy suck the salt from his fingertips and punctuates each swallow with a resounding thrust that keeps Jason pinned to the edge of the bed.
Ra's creates a direct association in Jason with this: Irrevocably turns their copulation into a necessity, rewires it into something as essential as eating.
Jason was already close before Ra's even worked his cock inside of him but kept on Ra's like this, he is left overwhelmed by the pleasure. Elbows finally giving out from under him, Jason lays prone on the bed, limp and as pliant as he can get without being unconscious. Ra's keeps going. The sounds get increasingly wetter as Jason’s body has long since learned to make it easier for himself. Each plunge drives Jason further up on the bed, rubs his hard nipples against the silk sheets until they are raw.
Ra's clamps a hand on his hips, and the edges of his rings dig bruises as he takes hold. He uses this for purchase, working Jason's cunt back and forth on his cock while his other hand reaches around to play with Jason's clit.
First touch against the sensitive nub and Jason's thighs are physically trembling.
An insistent pressure of Ra's' thumb, a pinch just under the hood and Jason's grip in the silk sheets turns white-knuckled.
His entire body practically seizes as Ra's repeats the motion, forcing him to orgasm under the ministrations. He squeezes down so sweetly around Ra's' cock as he comes, milking him. Ra's drops kisses along the curve of Jason's freckled shoulders, scraps his teeth up along the fine narrow bones of his cervical vertebrae. Jason's breaths come fast and short, a broken little mewl falling from between his slack lips as he shakes and shudders through the last of his climax.
Ra's fucks him through it, and then keeps fucking him for quite some time after.
He drapes himself over Jason's back, crowding him bodily into the mattress, trapping him in place. He pants against the shell of Jason's ear, grunts as he feels his cock hammering against Jason's cervix with each harsh snap of his hips. Smiles wickedly at the soft broken little mewl that falls from between his pet's mouth when he finally fills him up.
Rolling him over, Ra's tucks a long cylindrical pillow under the small of Jason's back.
Laying perfectly still, just the way Ra's positions him, his legs incapable of closing, Jason's eyes shutter close in his exhaustion, dark lashes sweeping across his cheeks. The thin gold body chains having left tiny little indentations across his chest. Ra's admires the view the entire time he redresses himself, leaving the empty food tray on the side table for his servants to collect before he makes his exit.
When Ra's retires to his room for the night, Jason will still be in the exact same position: Legs kept wide apart, hips canted upwards, his hole soaked with an overflow of his master's release, spread out in a messy sprawl across the end of the bed like a feast for Ra's to enjoy.
Jason follows the unwritten instructions.
He is dropping down on the balcony of the king suite of the most expensive hotel in Qazvin even with the keycard in his back pocket, and he is reaching for his gun when the wide double doors of the balcony swings open without a sound.
"Evening, Jason."
Ra's al Ghul stands there, and Jason is reminded of every last thing Talia has told him about her father when he was still under her tutelage. It is why he has never tried to cross the Demon's Head, steering clear of any plan that reeks of the League and the man that leads it.
Jason tips his head in acknowledgement: "Ra's."
His name when he says it like that feels like it is sticking to the back of his throat, hard to get out. His mouth presses thin and flat, brows furrowing.
"You come all this way to play vigilante in my very backyard. Yet, you do not think to visit without a personal invitation." Ra's smiles at him with all his teeth, and Jason finds all the fight goes out of him. His hand slips from the grip of his gun, arms dropping to his sides. "If I was anyone else, I would think you didn't like me, pet."
Jason finds himself sinking down on his knees. All the thoughts leave his head in one fell swoop.
What remains is just the sound of Ra's al Ghul's voice.
It is much simpler now to remember what he is supposed to feel. His mouth when he opens it this time wraps easily around the words: "I didn't think you'll want to see me."
Ra's chuckles with a shake of his head. "Silly boy."
Jason tips his head back, eyes fluttering shut.
There is a warmth that these words spark in him, low in his belly like bright hot embers on the edge of catching into a full blown fire once more. His mouth parts far too easily when Ra's al Ghul slips two fingers between his lips. The intrusion is no intrusion at all. The taste of salt on his tongue is one he's missed. He laves at each digit until it is soaked in his spit, lets Ra's press in until the last knuckle, scraping along the roof of his mouth, pumping them in and out, slow.
Almost anticipatory.
And it brings colour to Jason's face when he knows exactly what it looks like, what it imitates.
When Ra's pulls them out of his mouth, Jason just stays perfectly still.
Mouth still parted, head in a tilt. Not even flinching as Ra's cleans them off over Jason's own cheek.
"Come now, pet." Ra's says to him before he is turning around, walking back inside the penthouse suite. Jason gets up and follows after without another word. He doesn't need to look around to know Ra's' assassins are hidden around every corner. But instead of feeling on edge, Jason simply feels an underlying acknowledgement to that fact.
They are a threat, yes. That's the point of the League. But they are no threat to him. He doesn't know how he knows it, he just does.
Ra's guides him through the opened doors of the master bedroom, and Jason stops at the threshold with a single thought taking over his head: He is wearing all the wrong things.
"So you haven't forgotten your training after all." Ra's murmurs with a smile as Jason methodically begins to strip out of his Red Hood gear. The gun belt goes first, and then his leather jacket. Twin holsters, boots, Kevlar-reinforced shirt, and finally his pants. All of it left just out of sight from the opened doorway. It is only then that Jason allows himself to follow Ra's the rest of the way into the room, crossing it to the edge of the bed.
It is written in the very fiber of his muscles, his body knows this routine like it is carved down into the bone.
Jason is waiting for the barest hint of a nod from the man leaning back against the headboard, and when he gets it, Jason allows himself up on to the bed and climbs into Ra's al Ghul's lap like he's done this for years now.
"Look at that, you wore your present too."
Ra's' smile stretches wider, reaching out, he touches Jason's chest. The loop of the chain drapes around his neck to rest against his sternum, splitting off into two to the matching jade beads holding the rings close, pinching his nipples in the tight little golden circles. Ra's brushes his thumb across one, and Jason feels a familiar shiver run up his spine. The chain's length hasn't change but it feels much shorter now with the way his nipples are pulling the links almost taut across his chest.
It is a humiliating feeling to be unsure when he knows, in his gut, that he has always been sure about Ra's.
But he has grown quite a bit. Taller, much heavier too.
"I know how you used to like me." Jason admits, ducking his head even if there is nothing to hide when he is naked and straddling the man's lap.
What Jason doesn't know is that Ra's looks at him and sees all of the potential he personally put into him. Jason may not remember all the times Ra's al Ghul has taken him in full sight of his court but his body surely does. It's why the boy shivers now, with Ra's' assassins in the same room. And his boy has filled out wonderfully.
His body is changed, all of him remade in Ra's' delight.
Goosebumps across his bare skin, Jason's eyes follow Ra's' hands as he grazes a fingertip around the one scar that Jason could never quite explain.
It is not a straight cut like it would if it came from a knife. It is not a scar that could match up to a gun shot wound or a burn. Instead it is shaped like the distinct imprint of someone's teeth around one of Jason's nipple. Ra's traces it like he knows it by heart.
"I do not mark things I have no intention of keeping, Jason."
Oh.
It makes sense now, like so many things that didn't before.
He knows that Ra's doesn't care much for kissing. But Ra's is indulgent with him, lets him map out the inside of his mouth with his tongue when he surges in for a kiss, lets him groan into it when he is grinding his bare pussy against Ra's erection just underneath the thin layer of his clothes. Ra's doesn't need to look to know he is already wet, his body conditioned for years now to react to him alone.
It is Jason lifting up on his knees so he can line up Ra's' cock to his own flushed folds with a hand wrapped around the thick base.
It is also Jason sinking down with barely another noise, just a heavy exhale as the head of Ra's' cock breaches the tight passage to push inside. Splitting him open on nothing but his own arousal to ease the way, Jason takes him down to the hilt, only stopping when his ass is pressing flushed against the top of Ra's' thighs.
He has grown up enough to take Ra's' cock all the way inside of him.
Ra's weaves a hand through Jason's dark curls, tugging him closer to brush a kiss to his temple, almost like it is a praise for that alone. The notion is sweet but the motion is enough to jostle Jason where he is sitting on Ra's' cock. He can feel the hard nudge of Ra's' cock against the opening of his cervix. The sensation leaves him sore and he hasn't even begin to fuck himself down on Ra's yet.
It's all rather irrational, but that's what love is.
It is the only explanation that makes sense if Jason can still think at all.
He starts to move, bouncing himself up and down in Ra's' lap as the man's hands roam over the span of bare skin, relearning him in every orchestrated change that was made in the days his pet has been away. Each time Ra's bottoms out, Jason feels swollen with it. Even if he knows it is impossible, it doesn't show like he imagines it would. His stomach taut and flat where Ra's' hands move to next, he knows this feeling.
It is a muscle memory.
Of Ra's coming inside of him, flooding his womb with his seed.
"Welcome home, pet."
Jason's felt this all before.
Ra's al Ghul knows he's done it when he catches sight of Jason at Talia's side upon her return.
It is something in the way the boy looks like he could be in bloom. Even if his eyes are the same dull blues, looking but not really seeing, there is colour in his cheeks that isn't made by the slap of Ra's' cock across his face. It inspires something in Ra's that he knows isn't helpful. Irrelevant at best. Ra's doesn't need an heir, not yet. The decision was made far before he took the boy for himself.
Ra's al Ghul is much too confident of a man to know what regret is, to wonder if this bitter little notion he's already crushed under foot could be him making a mistake. It isn't. This is just a bit of an overshot in his plans.
So it is hardly a difficult choice to make when Ra's bears down on Talia, forcing her hand where he knows she will go.
Jason Todd is her pet project almost three years in the making without any fruit to bear. He's had the same time with him, but she doesn't know that. It is foolish of her to think that this boy would be the key to earning her graces with the detectives as he is now. Even if all of his heartstrings were yanked and tugged on with a shadow of his son once-was, the detective isn't so forgiving. It is why Ra's knows the boy can serve the League much better like this.
He wants his pet to take his rightful side by Batman, make a home out of the detective's heart with hope.
The devastation would be divine to see when Ra's takes him back. It is about time to see how far Ra's own training will take the boy now.
He watches as Talia pushes Jason into the depths of the Lazarus Pit.