Jason staggered into the house. Hot sticky blood leaked out of a bullet wound in his leg. He groaned from pain, only just managing to make it to the couch before he collapsed.
He really just wanted to lay there. It was comfortable, at least mildly, and when he put his head down on the soft pillows, his fatigue tried to lure him into sleep.
'C'mon Todd. Get up. The bathroom's only a few feet away."
Jason wasn't confident that he could make it to the bathroom, get the first aid kit, and stagger back to the couch without collapsing, but he forced himself to his feet. Panting, Jason slid off the couch, and staggered into the bathroom, holding himself steady on the sink. His vision blurred, and his legs turned to jelly, threatening to collapse beneath him. Taking another deep breath, Jason pulled the first-aid kit out of the cupboard.
When Jason finally made it back to the couch, he forced himself to stay awake, and bandage the wound. Once he was sure that the bandage was going to hold, he buried himself in the sofa and slept.
The first few days were good, he gained consciousness fairly regularly. When he did gain consciousness, his time was mostly taken up by changing the bandages on his leg wound.
What did concern him was the fact that the wound had become red, slightly swollen, and hot to the touch.
The first hallucination hit Jason almost like a dream.
First hallucination: Bruce Wayne
Jason quite frankly felt like crap. He slid into his Robin outfit in a daze, tripping over his own feet, and staggering with his lack of sleep over the past few days. Stumbling down the steps in the batcave, he overheard Alfred talking to Bruce.
"Master Jason has come down with the flu, and I must say that he won't be joining you on patrol tonight."
"He's a smart kid Alfred. He's smart enough to know when he can and can't go."
A small smile slid across Jason's face, smiling at what Bruce thought of him. "That's telling him," Jason said, stifling a coughing fit.
Bruce sighed. "Alfred's right Jason. You're grounded on the sidelines 'till you're better."
"Oh." Muttered Jason. "Okay."
Alfred led Jason upstairs, fixing him a cup of tea, and handing him the remote. The pinned up anger that he couldn't go out on patrol forced him to lash out on Alfred. "I'm not a kid! I can take care of myself!"
Alfred took it in stride. "Then I wish you would."
Jason sat there for a moment, staring at the TV screen. Part of him wished that Bruce had stayed home and made sure that he was okay. The other part of him was angry that he'd think that. He knew that Batman needed to be out on the streets every night.
He was sitting there, blankly staring at the screen in front of him. Then Bruce's hand was on Jason's shoulder, and Jason glanced up at Bruce's face.
"It can't hurt to take one night off. So; what are we watching?"
Jason looked up at his guardian's face. "I don't know..." Hesitated Jason.
Bruce picked up the remote and sat down beside the boy. Jason's head rested on Bruce's shoulder and he fell asleep.
Second Hallucination: Selina Kyle
Bruce was out of town, and Jason sat on top of a rooftop, shivering in the bitter cold. Winter had fallen upon Gotham, and the icy cold haunted everywhere. Even the criminals had deemed it to cold to be out and about. Jason had only stopped several petty crooks, that on normal nights he probably wouldn't of bothered with.
Currently, he was staring at the small cafe on the other side of the street. He wondered if his older brother would buy him some hot chocolate if he was here.
Jason found himself thinking about Dick more often now. He had only met him once, and he had seemed nice enough, but after an argument with Bruce he had stomped out.
He stood up, trying to warm his aching muscles.
"Hi birdy," Said a warm purr from behind him.
Turning, Jason faced Catwoman, who came and joined him at the edge of the roof.
"You're a criminal." Stated Jason, throwing the Cat a wary look.
"Not tonight. Nothing good to do."
"I'm not supposed to talk to criminals." Jason, his look had turned into his own attempted batglare, which made Catwoman want to laugh.
She took a deep breath, and then exhaled, her breath smoky in the air. "Are you cold?"
"No dur."
If there was one thing that Catwoman had learned while dealing with Robins, (And the bat for that matter,) was that the way to their heart was through their stomach.
"Do you like doughnuts?"
Jason gave her the same no duh look.
"How about we get some?" She suggested, watching him carefully.
He shifted uneasily, weighing his options. She was a criminal after all, he could play by Batman's rules, or he could get some hot choclate and doughnuts from the warm cafe across the street.
"Okay," He said finally, glancing up at her. "Can I have some hot chocolate too?"
Smirking, she nodded. "C'mon birdy, lets go get warm."
Third Hallucination: Dick Grayson
Bruce was in Paris, and Alfred had decided to go with him. They had left early that morning, and Jason was hoping that maybe he could sleep in, skip school. Those dreams were dashed when the door opened and Dick shouted at the top of his lungs.
"JASON!" Shouted Dick. There were steps on the stairs.
'Please no,' Thought Jason, covering his head with his pillow.
That's when Jason's door swung open, and Dick sat down, actually, more jumped, on the bed.
"C'mon little bro, we're going to make breakfast."
Jason peeked out from under his covers. "You're not making me go to school?"
"Well, today's Friday, so I figured it couldn't hurt. We're going to have some brother time!"
Jason raised an eyebrow at Dick. He hadn't actually had a full-on conversation with his older brother, and now Dick was taking him out for 'brother time'?
"I thought we could hang out at my loft, patrol Gotham together, hang out around town, you know the stuff that normal brothers do." Dick suggested.
"Um, okay." Remarked Jason, warily staring up at his older brother.
Dick through some clothes in Jason's face. "Get dressed!"
Hallucination breakline_
Breakfast was...well...a disaster. In between Jason and Dick's attempts at pancakes, and then waffles, the Wayne Manor kitchen was a mess, and the two of them were covered with a sticky grey goo.
They had both decided that McDonald's was a better alternative.
When they went back to Wayne Manor, they gathered up as many pillows and blankets as possible, and then they drove to Dick's loft and built a pillow-fort, which ended in a pillow fight.
That night, both of the brothers laid on the pillow covered floor.
"Dick?" asked Jason softly, struggling to get the words out of his sleepy daze.
"Yeah Jay?"
"I had fun today."
"Me too squirt."
"Thanks," Murmured Jason, half asleep.
"Hey. What are brothers for?"