A/n: Alright so this is a collab work between a friend and I, HbayAlay, so expect to see this posted by her as well. Anyways this collab is between Batman and Avengers (with JLA characters on the side here and there). I am the Batman characters (as well as Nick Fury), and she is the Avengers.

Also in this Jason is less of a jerk than he normally is in the comics. Let's just say, he has a heart xD

A lot of OOCness probably, so sorry.

So yeah.

Pairings:

Avengers: FrosIron, HawkWidow

Batman: JayRich, DamiRich, BirdFlash, BatFlash

Cross: Barry/Bruce/Natasha

Tony/Diana

On Broken Wings

01

When We Wake

We never said that we were normal, and waking up in another world just proves it. But how many times do all of us have to go through pain in order for something to actually go our way in the end? How many people will die...how many heroes will fall? What is the destiny of our two worlds?

The first thing that Red Hood thought of when he woke up was that he was dead again. He was certain he was after feeling that piece of metal cut through him when he tried to help get his brother out of the burning building. Yet, it took him a moment to realize he was in some kind of medical room. He jolted up and then pushed off all of the equipment. He knew it wasn't the Batcave. He just knew it. Yet as he ran to the door all he heard was sirens as the door locked. Too bad they were dealing with a Bat. He pulled out a knife and proceeded to break down the door. He had to get to the other two younger brothers before anything bad happened to them.

Because he knew for a fact that this wasn't home.

Tony was the first to be awaken by the nagging noise of a battering ram. It was as if somebody was trying to break down a wall. He hadn't heard that noise since Loki had tried to break out of that "cage" they had put him in. That was when he tried to break out. . .but who would be trying to break out of the mansion? It was such a lovely place. What was he thinking? Somebody was trying to escape! He jumped out of his bed, and opened the door to the hallway. Who cared if he was in his underwear? Somebody was in a room somewhere, and was trying to get out.

That person succeeded. The alarms began to go off, and next thing he knew, there were two people walking next to him. To his left was the old guy, Rogers. To his right, ever ready Clint Barton, bow and arrow at hand.

The three followed the alarm to medical wing, where a person came at them. . .

Red Hood spotted people and instantly pulled his gun out, looking them all over. "Who are you?" He hissed as he took a step back, gun at ready. "And why am I here? Don't you know better than to kidnap one of the Batfamily?" He growled and then hissed again. "Where are my brothers?! I demand to know where they are!" He didn't know what these people were thinking. One wasn't even wearing pants or a shirt!

Tony desperately wanted to say something, but he wasn't really the warm and fuzzy type. He opened his mouth, ready to say the most sarcastic thing ever, but it was Rogers who spoke first.

"I am Captain Rogers, and these are some of my - coworkers. The one without clothes is Tony, and the other is Clint. We are here to help you. You were hurt, and we put you in the medical ward. We were trying to heal you. . ."

"And as for your brothers," Tony interrupted, "they are probably safe in rooms getting medical attention. Nobody else has tried breaking out, and I don't see why you had the need to leave so early?"

Barton rolled his see-all eyes. "Don't answer that. This isn't somebody worst wasting your time with. . ."

Red Hood laughed then and shook his head. "O-oh god. You guys are...IDIOTS!" He laughed again. "Trying to keep my little devil of a brother sitting down when he has no idea where the Bat is? Oh like that will do well. He'll kill anyone he sees when he wakes up!" He was trying not to laugh...too much...but he couldn't help it. These people, kidnapping them and telling him this, were idiots. "And frankly, I'm not the type to listen to anyone I don't know. If you guys knew the Bat, maybe I would listen, but ask him. I don't listen at all sometimes."

"You should try it some time . . . listening. It is quite the craze here, maybe you might like it," Tony said quickly without another thought. It was beginning to get cold in there, and he was starting to wish he had at least grabbed a bath robe.

Clint rolled his eyes at Tony, again. "Says the guy who listens to nobody," he murmured to himself. He knew Stark had heard him, but the other man said nothing. It was the Captain who spoke next.

"You will grow to trust us sometime. It may be a while, but you will learn."

"Who knows," Tony added, "you may come to like us. I don't know about these guys, but your personality reminds me of somebody I know, and I am quite enjoying your stay."

Red Hood shook his head. "Sorry, but no." He responded. "I'm more of a loner. I work with the other Bats because having them die on me would really be a problem you know? And the Bat will probably try and kill me if I did let something..." He stopped almost instantly then. "Wait...No..." He finally realized what had happened...

"Jason. I need you to listen to me...please... Get Damian out of here. Tim needs someone left... I'm not going to be able to get out of here Jay... My leg is broke, and I can't feel it... I... Jay... If I die here. You will be Batman... Please...get Damian and get out of here."

Red Hood looked down. "Batman...wait...he...he...WHERE IS HE?!" He roared then. "WHERE IS MY OLDER BROTHER!" He was screaming, grief struck as he realized that his brother wasn't here... His brother wasn't anywhere near. With any luck...he was dead. "WHERE IS MY BROTHER!" He screamed again.

Robin jolted up when he heard Red Hood and instantly ripped off everything on him, getting to the ground before falling over as he landed on his leg. He growled, realizing that when Batman saved him he had hurt himself more than they thought. He closed his eyes. Where was Batman...where was...his brother?

Red Hood seemed to be in a fit of rage. Nobody seemed to know what he was talking about, or what had brought on the sudden mood change. Steve seemed to empathize with the boy, and stayed as calm as he possibly could, but Tony could see the fear in his colleague's eyes. He had not been expecting this. Clint was readying an arrow in case Red Hood came at them. Tony was just being himself, and stood in the middle of everything as if it were all a big joke.

"Excuse me for asking, but who is this 'Batman'?" Tony said. "Maybe if you could give us a real name, we could help you find him." Of course, he was being sarcastic and annoying. Not surprisingly, nobody enjoyed it.

"..." Red Hood seemed to just still when he was asked who his brother was. "..." He looked at them almost...horrified. "...Then...he did die...I couldn't...save him..." He whispered before hearing a crash and numerous curses. "!Robin!" He ran to the sound, turning it around and booking it to where Robin had struggled up and managed to get standing before he fell again, knocking his leg on the ground. He was still cursing when Red Hood slammed the door down. He stood for a moment before carefully walking over and kneeling by the small boy. "You alright?" He asked softly. Robin scoffed.

"Since when have you cared about me?" He questioned.

"Since I figured out I have to take-" He didn't get to finish before the 10 year old punched him and struggled up, screaming.

"Why do you have to take charge?! Batman is not-...Batman is..." He began to cry before he could finish and Red Hood slowly got up.

"...D-"

"No names...on...the...field..." The small boy whispered as he whipped away the tears. He never cried before...but...how could he not? The one person that didn't see him as a monster was...gone...

Tony was getting a bit annoyed now. First a stranger had set off an alarm to wake the whole residence, and now a kid was interrupting what had been going on. And "no name on the field"? What was going on here?

The younger one looked like all the happiness in his life had suddenly vanished. Tony for once in his life understood, but that didn't mean that he was about to give that away. He just wanted to go to sleep. There wasn't anything important really going on anyway. As he was about to turn to leave, Rogers caught his eye, shooting him a look to make him stay. He really didn't want to, but there was urgency in those eyes that wouldn't allow him to just walk away. Clint had gotten rid of his weapon, and was trying to get to where the two boys were. He was talking quietly to them, almost as if he were their father, saying encouraging words quietly, and promising that they were safe and that everything would be alright.

All of them knew that wasn't true.

Robin saw the strangers and he instantly went to attack, only to be slammed down by Red Hood, who he promptly kicked in the gut. "LET ME GO!" He roared and the other growled.

"Robin. Clam. Yourself. Now." He snapped and the other glared but then crossed his arms and sat down, glaring still.

"I will only because /He/ said you were in charge." He hissed and Red Hood sighed, rubbing his gut where he was kicked, and hurt earlier. He sighed then and pulled Robin close.

"Just cry it out already...he wouldn't want you to hide yourself away..."

"S-shut up..."

"..." Red Hood didn't reply as the youngest Bat began to cry again. Anything Clint said, didn't seem to help. But then... Red Hood reached up to his mask, unfastening it slowly before he dropped it to the ground, leaving his hair and his eyes covered with a domino mask. The mask clanked as it hit the ground. He glanced back.

"...We're the Bat Family, heroes from Gotham City...left without...the head...Batman." He said then slowly. "I am...Red Hood. Anti-Hero, but I won't let harm come to my family. He is... Robin, the youngest at 10 years old. You may not know who we really are. To the original Bat, we swore we never would tell anyone unless we utterly and completely trusted them. You do not. I repeat. You do not have our trust, my trust...yet...and how the h*ll has Red Robin slept through all of this?"

"Because he is an idiot." Robin replied.

"Finally," Tony said. "We know who you are, and now, I bid thee good night." He stalked away, and nobody seemed to care that he had left. Nobody had even noticed. Clint was surprised; he didn't think he was really helping the situation along much, but felt relieved when the two revealed themselves. Maybe he wasn't the reason that they had done it, but he was glad to know that these kids weren't shrouded in mystery. And Captain Rogers in the back was silent, analyzing everything as best as he could. He wasn't sure if they were in a good situation or not, and wasn't about to ruin the moment. They had just learned some valuable information, and he wanted to learn more, but how was he to act upon it?

Realizing that Rogers had no intention of speaking, Clint spoke. "Maybe putting the two of you in different rooms wasn't the best idea. And we will find a way to get you closer to the other one you mentioned. It's two in the morning, and I know that you guys need some rest. We can get you settled near each other, and in the morning we can bring you to see Red Robin. For now, let's just get some rest, 'kay?"

"...Bat's don't sleep often." The two responded at the same time, raising an eyebrow.

"Right about now we are usually in the prime of patrol, so many villains seem to like the early mornings to do the worst of things." Red Hood snorted. "Not like they ever learn we prowl in the mornings." He looked at them all. "And to add onto that, we don't sleep until at least 5, it's how we work." He rolled his eyes. "After all, you get used to sleeping little when you work at night after a full day."

The two didn't look at all tired either, they seemed perfectly fine.

Robin then added. "And I refuse to sleep. Without Gra-Batman here. I will not sleep." He crossed his arms, after rubbing tears away. He had nightmares a lot, and he often found himself sleeping in the same bed with his older brother who held him close and told him everything was going to be alright. Then he blinked and realized something, pulling out a sketch book that seemed to be hidden well. He moved and settled himself down and opened it. He looked at a picture before showing it to them.

"He is not here then right?" He whispered, showing the ink drawing of Batman, sketched like an expert and in the best of detail. He was standing on a roof, overlooking a town, a large 'Bat' in the sky, well an outline.

Clint was at a loss for words. These people, they were no more than children, but yet they talked of work, and of villains, and they refused to sleep. It didn't really make sense. Part of him felt like something was wrong, that someone had been using them as soldiers. How else would they be hardened the way they had been? The Batman they talked about seemed to be somebody they loved, so they couldn't have been forced to work for him as he would have guessed.

He wanted to make them sleep, to give them a place to feel welcomed. A place where they had no need for fighting exhaustion...They were hurt, but they refused to sleep and something about that didn't seem right. He couldn't argue, though. He didn't want to push them too far. He looked to Rogers for something, anything, but the Captain had nothing to say. Clint tried to be nice to the strangers once more with a single comment: "At least let me get you something to eat. Even bats have to eat.

"...but it's...early morning...and we had dinner...why should we eat now?" Red Hood blinked. Robin growled when his question was not answered and kept holding the picture up. Red Hood noticed and sweat-dropped before he then said. "By the way, don't p**s the little one off, he may be 10, but he's an ex-assassin." He said and sweat-dropped. "Don't question why alright? It's...stupid and complicated...well...complicated."

"Tt." Robin said the normal reply he said to anyone as he kept holding the picture up.

Now there was nothing left to say. Rogers and Barton locked eyes, and both realized that they had no idea what to do next. Clint broke the eye contact, and looked down at Robin. He wanted to ask what the drawing was of, but something about it didn't seem to be a good question to ask. Rogers was again just watching the other three people in the room, as if waiting for something to happen. When nothing did, he nodded in Clint's direction, and left back to his room.

Clint said one last thing before he got up to go do the same. "Well if there is nothing that I can do for you, then I'm going to go back to bed."

"We need to know where Red Robin is." Red Hood replied. "Because I'm sure he will wake up soon, and when he does...it won't be a good thing for anyone." He sighed, thinking about the brain damage that the other had due to the Joker. He growled a little bit at that thought, but didn't say anything about it.

"..." Robin huffed before he put the sketch book away when they clearly did not answer his question before he walked over to Red Hood, and held his arms out.

"Kid, I'm not Bats. I..." He noticed the desperate look the other had and sighed, moving and picking the other one up. "Alright fine..." He mumbled and held him. "That better?"

Robin just closed his eyes and laid it on his brothers' shoulder.

Clint wasn't sure if he was doing the right thing by leaving the children alone the way he was. He didn't really know them, but they were acting as though they could handle themselves. He wasn't quite so sure. They had been hurt, but yet they broke out of rooms in which they were actually safe! He didn't understand how they could be so mature; it was as if whoever "Batman" was had saved them of their childhood. Wait, that didn't make sense. He shook his head. It was too early in the morning.

"So can you bring us to Red Robin? Before he has one of his idiotic spells and thinks he needs to blow something up?" Red Hood questioned. Robin 'tt'ed' again and rolled his eyes.

"Todd, when does he not have a spell like that?"

"!Robin no names on the field!"

"Oh shut your mouth. It was just a single slip of the tongue, and you know I am right."

"How does he stand you?"

"Because he cares." Robin hissed.

"...I never said I didn't care."

"Oh like you have cared Todd. Drake and I try to kill one another, your off trying to not get killed by cops, and Father thought I was a monster. I can say that."