Injured Jay! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ
(As [almost] always. I'm [not] sorry.) -you have been warned on future fics.
The future is red...fluffy or bloody but still red.

Also, I apologize for the mixed POV. And the sucky summary.
No beta. I just write and hope that I catch errors. (Can't catch 'em all)

Oh shit.

He was going to die again.

If it wouldn't hurt so much, he would have laughed. But the pain was too much to even let him do no more than just wheeze.

Damn. Everything fucking hurts.

And what was worse…What was worse was the familiarity of…well, everything. All this pain from a beating that was done from head to toe. The blood loss to come after was going to put him in shock soon. His ankle and wrist were broken this time so it was even more difficult to try moving his restrained hands from behind and bring it in front of him.

It was painful to even try. Jason gave up and thought of maybe crawling away. To anywhere but here. He wasn't even sure though if he'd been left alone or if the Joker's goons were just guarding the entrance.

But then he heard it.

A familiar fucking beeping.

Didn't they ever hear of silent clocks?!

Then again, that fucking clown was strangely sentimental so he shouldn't have been surprised. It looked like only the group beating was the new addition. And only probably because he'd broken Joker's arm before he could sic that fucking crowbar on him. Already asking away which hand he preferred since he hadn't answered him last time.

Piece of shit deserved more pain. More than what he himself was feeling.

Fuck.

10:33

Jason glared at the timer. No, he stared at it. Frowning also hurt to do.

It hit him like a figurative crowbar that he was going to die again in the same manner as before…with blood loss and getting blown up.

In another fucking warehouse.

Okay, maybe I can cough out a laugh. Jason got one breath out but started choking on blood.

Laughing now inside his head instead, he thought again on how he was going to die. At least this time there was no one else to take with him. No other to share his fate. If he could choose anybody though, the Joker would've been the only one he wanted dead with him.

Fuck, but he suddenly felt lonely.

With his breathing gently slowing, Jason thought of his family. And really, that's what they were, right? Even with all the shit he'd tried to pull. He'd thought about it...When he'd moved past just hating everyone and everything. When he realized that the others had been right about B, about what Batman stood for. How much Bruce continued to carry that same guilt and more just weigh it down on himself. Jason was glad he'd also started to move past it. He was here now after all. Not just a memory. Not even a ghost. Not as angry. Not as lost. Not actively fighting against him. Against them.

And now. Now he didn't know if he'd ever get to go home.

It had been stupid to have argued. It hadn't even been something worth arguing about really. Being included in the family just because he had been wearing the bat made him panic and react like a stupid idiot. Feeling both grateful and undeserving of their acceptance just made him feel so hopeful, he knew it was just a matter of time before he fucked up and they'd leave.

But shit, it was even more stupid to have gotten caught like this. Forgetting he wasn't ever safe as a Bat. Even sort of estranged as he was with Gotham's dark family. But especially because of what he had been. Was. He didn't really know anymore.

Angry as he was though, he'd already stopped feeling the cold from the floor. He'd always had anger, the constant fuel to his body, the accompanying will to make him go through the day. And he was losing it.

His eyes were closing, his vision was already growing dim anyway. The red from the broken pieces of his helmet was the only thing he could see.

Or maybe that was the blood pouring from his head wound.

05:16

Jason stared at the clock. There was still time to diffuse the bomb.

But it was a waste. He couldn't move. He already tried. He'd tried from the start. Even when it hurt just to breathe. Just to be. He couldn't even hear anything anymore. Which was nice (though worrying). Hearing that stupid countdown. Hearing himself trying (and failing) to move, to live, just made him lose more hope anyway.

The shadows looked to be creeping closer.

Jumping ahead of them, he went ahead and closed his eyes. Or at least his right eye. The left had already closed from the swelling and the blood pouring down.

I'm sorry.

Jason repeated the litany. Out loud, in his head, he didn't know. Didn't care. Even if no one was there to hear him, he just had to say it.

I'm sorry.

Please.

Don't forget me.

Sorry for all the cussing. I was in a mood and it fit...

Chapter 2 is on the way...it just ran long...ish. I don't know. It was supposed to be short like this one. But noooo...