[Western Crossover] Do I Really Have to Be Robin?

A red bucket who doesn't come home often can easily get lost.

Jason's mouth twitched as he stared at his own youthful face and short, stocky body. He let out an irritated protest.

But it was no use. He had not only lost the great physique he'd built up, he wasn't even in his original world anymore.

On the first day, he saw Wonder Woman on the news. She had one arm missing, hellish power radiating from her, and was riding a skeletal pony while fighting with magic and sorcery.

On the second day, the shy, bashful, soft-spoken Superman rescued him from a tree.

On the third day, he watched the nimble Agent Alfred sweep a gun across the room in front of him, efficiently taking out every enemy before loudly cursing Batman.

Then Batman, who had been hiding God-knows-where, peppered his face with Batarangs.

Jason: ...Where the hell am I?! Where's the Bat? Old Bat, get out here and explain yourself!

At last, on the fourth day, he finally met Batman.

He silently stared at the gigantic muscle-bound brute, too big to fit through the doorframe, and the battle-axe in his hand. He couldn't help asking, "...When you mix your protein powder, do you use Bane's venom?"

Then he was forced to get involved in Bruce's work.

Back at Batman's side, Jason looked thoroughly annoyed. "Do I really have to be Robin?"

He watched Martha gently smile as she slapped Bruce, and secretly nodded to himself.

I'm definitely becoming Robin. Nobody can stop me!

Content warning:

Martha slapping Bruce is an actual plot point in the Absolute Batman comics.

Theme: I create my own happy life.