This is set in an alternate universe, not completely following the comics. This universe condones spanking as a form of discipline so...***Warning there will be spanking scenes in later chapters***

Any bashing from individuals that can't distinguish between fiction and real life will be ignored.


Chapter One

Red Hood coughed then winced at how sore his throat felt. It was not the time for him to fall ill since he'd planned to take down one of Gotham's up and coming drug rings and he surely wouldn't let a simple cold hold him back. He took a deep breath, readied his gun and aimed to shoot one of the dealers but a deep cough caused him to misfire.

"Fuck!" He cursed at himself after shots rapidly returned his way and a bullet painfully grazed his right shoulder. He ducked behind a wall for cover, then after he heard the shots ceast he slowly peaked out from the side of the wall and saw no one other than Batman had already disarmed and detained the drug dealers to await Commissioner Gordon.

Batman turned and noticed blood leaking out from Red Hood's brown leather jacket as he approached the younger male and stated the obvious. "You're injured."

Red Hood coughed and responded with his middle finger pointed upward toward Batman then turned away to make his way back to his raggedy safe house that he called home. He didn't expect for the man to reach out and place a firm grip on the arm he'd been injured on which instantly caused him to groan in pain.

Upon hearing the low whimper Batman quickly drew the young man closer and removed the jacket to reveal a bloodied shoulder.

"Let's go." Batman forcefully dragged him toward the Batmobile after he noticed Jim had arrived and was already carting off the drug dealers to jail in police cruisers.

"Get your hands off me!" Red Hood struggled against Batman's hold but he was no match for the larger man's strength.

Batman easily sat the young man down in the passenger seat of the vehicle and strapped him in and closed the door ignoring all the vocal protests that were thrown his way. He cranked the vehicle and sped directly to the Batcave. While on the way he phoned Alfred to request for the med bay to be ready for Jason.

Once they arrived in the cave Batman parked the Batmobile on the platform reserved for the vehicle. Then he pulled the reluctant young man out and carried him over his shoulder toward where Alfred was waiting in the med bay.

"Dear boy what have you done to yourself this time?" Alfred asked exasperated and watched as Bruce sat the angry teen on the gurney and pulled off the red helmet to reveal a handsome young flushed face with teal eyes.

Bruce pulled off his cowl then walked off to quickly shower as Alfred injected a strong painreliver into Jason's arm. Then the old man disinfected the wound, sutured it closed and bandaged it in record time. He was a pro at mending wounds from much experience thanks to Bruce and his boys.

"It was nice seeing you again Al." Jason murmured before he hopped off the gurney in hopes to leave before his dad came back out.

"Don't you dare take another step." Fresh from his shower and dressed in grey sweats Bruce told him as he walked toward him. He regreted ever allowing the his second eldest to live on his own. He only had allowed it in hopes the boy would work through his anger and pain then eventually come to his senses and return home but of course that didn't happen. So Bruce decided that night the boy was remaining home where he belonged.

Jason did not listen as usual and ran bare-chested with a bright white bandage wrapped around his arm toward the cave's exit but his father quickly caught up to him and firmly grabbed him by the ear and pulled him to a halt.

"Let go!" In anger Jason reached behind his pants for his gun.

Alfred was horrified with what the boy intended to do and hurried toward the pair. "Master Jason! You will do no such thing!" He smacked the boy's hand away and withdrew the weapon. "This will remain under lock and key until you are given permission to own it." The butler told him as he gestured to the gun.

"Alfred! Give me back my gun!" Jason yelled with desperation knowing very well his father would never allow him to own a gun ever again since he was never even allowed to own one in the first place.

Bruce pulled his son closer then in one swift motion he lifted him up and placed him over his shoulder again that night. He knew his son would never actually shoot him but the fact his son even thought to try to even threaten him unsettled him. And he was upset that the boy even dared to possess such a weapon but blamed himself for it since he allowed the boy to run wild for far too long. He planned to put an end to it that night.

"I'm not staying here!" He kicked out and tried to escape his father's firm grip. But he was powerless as he was carried upstairs into the manor toward his bedroom by his muscular father. He couldn't help but hope none of his brothers would see him in such an embarrassing position.

Bruce entered Jason's bedroom and set him down to stand in the center of it. Jason looked around the room with surprise after he realized it was just the way he remembered it.

"Get ready for bed." Bruce commanded.

Jason felt exhausted and what Bruce had told him to do was something he really desired but the rebel in him hated to follow orders. So he glared at the older man. "Don't tell me what to do. I'm-" His tirade was cut short after he began to harshly cough. His throat felt raw and his excess coughing did not help at all.

Alfred soon entered the room with a silver tray that contained hot tea. "Master Jason, please do get yourself bathed and into nightclothes at once."

Alfred was not one Jason could ever disobey easily but his stubbornness took over and he refused to move one step.

"Perhaps you need my assistance in bathing, it certainly won't be the first time I've had to bathe one of you boys and I'm sure it won't be the last, come along then." Alfred placed the tray on a wooden desk that was tucked in a corner of the room then walked toward the teen, gently took ahold of his arm and led him into the adjoining bathroom.

Jason blushed at the memory of when he was younger and Alfred bathed him like a baby after he'd gotten so sick he had vomited all over himself. "I don't need your help." He insisted as he watched Alfred start filling the large tub.

"I beg to differ; now undress and I'll assist you in stepping into your bath."

"You can go now." Jason said after he begun to unbutton his pants and noticed the butler was not leaving the bathroom.

"You are unwell, I will remain here to assist you if the need arises."

"I already told you I don't need your fucking help!" He snapped and instantly regretted it after he saw Alfred's hurtful expression.

Bruce had heard Jason yell at the older man he planned to make it real clear that you don't disrespect Alfred ever as he yanked the bathroom door open and commanded sternly. "Apologize now."

"Master Bruce there's no need."

"Alfred, I will not allow any of the boys speak to you in that manner."

"How about you just let me go then you won't have to worry about me telling anyone here to fuck off!"

"Jason, don't make me repeat myself."

"Fuck you!"

"I will take it from here Alfred, I apologize for his behavior and will ensure he never disrespects you again." Bruce told the older man and watched him exit the bathroom before he turned his attention toward his most difficult child.

"I've tried to be very patient with you but you are pushing it."

"Then let me fucking leave!"

"You are home where you belong. I will not tolerate anymore disrespectful behavior out of you. You better begin to watch your mouth or there will be consequences." He told him before taking a firm grip of his arm and pulled him closer toward his face and looked directly into his son's eyes sternly. "And if you ever disrespect Alfred like that again I guarantee you will be one sorry little boy after I'm done with you."

Jason angerly pulled away then begun to roughly cough. He hadn't felt so sick in such a long time, he shivered as he glanced at the warm bath longingly, it looked so warm and welcoming right then. He wanted to wash away the grime that covered his frame and couldn't remember the last time he had a bath, sure he'd showered but sitting in a warm bath was something he hadn't done since he lived in the manor.

Bruce thought the boy had to have a fever after he noted his cheeks were flush and he was slightly shivering. He approached slowly and pressed the flat of his hand against the boy's forehead.

Jason backed away from his father's touch with annoyance. "Don't touch me."

"Lets get you into the bath." Bruce signaled toward the warm bath awaiting the sick young man.

"I don't need your help." Jason rasped his throat felt much more sore after his latest coughing fit.

Bruce noticed the painkiller Alfred had given the boy earlier had begun to take more effect as the boy became a little unsteady on his feet. He was not going to have Jason further injure himself and was going to help him into the tub whether he liked it or not. He approached the boy and stood his ground, his child's wellbeing was his first priority that moment. "You need help."

Jason was upset with the whole situation, and felt miserable and drowsy as he looked toward the bath in hopes it'd help wake him up a bit. He knew by his father's tone the man was not going to relent. Bruce was the most stubborn person he knew.

Jason began to cough again after he swayed a little which caused his father to reach forward and steady him. Then in one swift motion his father yanked his jeans down along with his underwear to gather around his boots.

Jason's eyes flew open after he felt cool air hit his neither regions.

"Kick off your boots and step out of your pants." Bruce ordered as he kept a steady grip on his son.

He wanted to argue but he had begun to feel very cold and wanted nothing more than to get into the warm water. So he did as ordered and allowed the man to assist him in stepping into the tub. It felt so good as he sank into the warm water and sat back.

Bruce eyes scanned his son's frame, unhappy he missed a few months of how much Jason had matured into the young man he was becoming. "Try not to wet your bandage." He told him as he handed him a bar of soap.

Jason cleansed himself the best he could but his body had begun to feel very heavy.

Bruce noticed how his son was having difficulty bathing himself and took the soap from him and began to soap up him up himself.

"No, stop!" Jason whined as his father's hands throughly soaped him up not missing a part of his body then proceeded to also shampoo wash his hair.

After rising off the last of the soap off his son's body and hair Bruce grabbed a nearby towel then held a hand out for the boy to grasp.

Jason stared at the outstretched hand and thought about ignoring it but his body felt extra heavy and he did not think he'd be able to stand on his own two feet without any assistance. He made a point not to meet his father's eyes when he grasped his larger hand and was lifted up from the water and wrapped up in a large plush towel. He had forgotten how soft the towels were at the manor since he'd gotten accustomed to using rough towels since living on his own.

There was so much more comforts Jason had missed with living in the manor. He especially missed Alfred's cooking for one, his daily meals on his own basically consisted of canned foods. Then there was his bed, he'd never been able to sleep as comfortably as he did in his bed at the manor or Bruce's king sized bed, it was the only other bed he could knock out on in no time. He remembered there were a few occasions he crashed on his dad's bed on nights when he didn't go on patrol with him as Robin after he would try to wait up for the man to make sure he made it back in one piece but eventually he would fall into a deep sleep and would wake up the next morning tucked warmly in bed beside his father with the feelings of warmth, comfort and love.

Bruce helped the drowsy boy dry off then wrapped him up in the towel before lifting him up and carried him back into the bedroom. He found a nightshirt conviently placed on the bed by his butler for the boy to wear. Jason looked so young after he was dressed in the soft white nightshirt that it caused Bruce's protective paternal feelings to instantly surge. He tucked his very sleepy boy into the bed then smiled softly as he watched him sleep.

TBC...