When the door to his bedroom swung open and Jason walked in Damian scowled at him.

"I did not give you permission to enter, Todd." He coldly informed his older brother.

"Too bad. We need to talk." Jason dropped down on the end of the bed and rubbed Titus' ears. Damian's scowls deepened. "Everyone knows because you screamed it at Babs that you read the mission reports from the night you died."

"I have every right to read those reports." Damian replied icily.

"You don't have the right to interrogate Babs." Jason's eyes narrowed on him. "Everything was in her report."

"How she stood by and let Kyle almost kill Mother." Damian sneered.

"Talia." Jason corrected. "Selina fought with Talia and Babs was a little busy at the time."

"She is my mother and Kyle almost killed her!" Damian's voice rose in anger and Titus tensed between them. Damian regained control of himself and soothed the Dane.

"When I was little I had a mother. Catherine did her best to take care of me, protect me from Willis, she loved me so much. I can hold on to that and remember it now instead of all the bad parts after with the drugs. Later, after Bruce brought me here, I found out Catherine wasn't my birth mother and I ran away to find this woman who was going to make everything alright." Jason smiled bitterly.

"I know the story of your ultimate stupidity, Todd." Damian snapped at him.

"I'm telling you a story. You have to listen to the whole thing." Jason rolled his eyes at him. "That woman who gave birth to me, that was somehow magically supposed to love me because of it, gave me up to Joker to save her own hide in a heartbeat. He sure showed her. Meanwhile, back in Gotham, another woman put Harley in ICU trying to get the information that would save me. By then, I was already gone. It was too late; it was too late before she even knew I was in danger. Even when she did know that the guilt that she should been faster, done better ate her up inside for years."

Jason paused and watched Damian who was staring at him. "That's what real mothers do. They feel guilty even when it's out of their control, when there's nothing they can do to stop what's happening to their children. They don't order their children's deaths; they don't even just stand by and let it happen. They jump into the line of fire. Even if all that is between them and a hail of bullets is layer of leather. I bet you didn't know Selina did that for Dickie back before she got the suit upgrade?"

Wordlessly Damian shook his head.

"Well she did. Without thinking about, because there wasn't time, she just threw herself in front of him. Almost died, should have died, and she would have been happy to do so because Dick would have lived." Jason smiled slightly. "She'd do it for any of us, for me, for you. If you go downstairs and yell at her she'll take it. If you don't want to talk to her anymore she'll take that too. She'll understand that Talia is your mother and she's just Bruce's wife. That whatever you built between you was too fragile to withstand what happened. She loves you that much and she never asks for more than what we can give her. She's pretty awesome that way."

Jason took a deep breath. "I want you to think about it though. Do you want a mother who will stab you in the back at every turn, sometimes literally? Or do you want a mother who will go to the mat for you? One who would be willing to give up her life for yours if necessary?"

With that, Jason got up and left the room pulling the door closed behind him. Damian sat on the bed with Titus frowning.

It was several hours later with he decided to go looking for her. He crept silently through the manor. Not that he truly believed that anyone he passed didn't actually know he was there. They likely chose to ignore him. The scene with Gordon had been bad bringing everyone running. As it happened, there had been a family dinner scheduled so virtually everyone had been there. He finally found Kyle on the roof of the manor watching the sunset. Damian approached her with caution.

"I may sit with you?" Damian waited.

"Sure." She didn't look at him.

"Ky-Selina, I…." Damian hesitated. "I did not mean the things I said."

"Didn't you?" Selina's voice was calm and controlled. "It seemed pretty clear that you did."

"Perhaps at the time." Damian winced. "I have had some time to think. I spoke with Todd or rather he spoke to me."

Selina did not respond and still did not look at Damian.

"Mothers are supposed to defend their children, are they not?" Damian whispered. "I believe my perspective on this may have been…affected by my upbringing."

"Oh, Damian." Now Selina did look at him.

"I do not wish to be pitied. I am who I am." Damian resisted the urge to flinch. "Perhaps I need to look at my childhood in a harsher light."

"Maybe not in a harsher light, maybe you just need to acknowledge that things were less ideal than you have convinced yourself. That doesn't mean that it was all bad, Damian." She smiled at him.

"I have not currently found anything that was good."

"Your mother brought you here, to your father, to your family." Selina pointed out. "Start there."

"She brought me here to sabotage that family, your relationship. That hardly sounds good." Damian snorted.

"Whatever her intention you are here with your father, with your family. It is a good thing. It backfired on her." Selina squeezed his hand encouragingly. "Start there."

He looked at her startled. "You are a much better person than Talia. I think I understand more of what Todd was saying as well."

"Good." Selina gestured in front of her. "Would you like to watch the sunset with me?"

"Yes. Yes, I think I would."