Set around the time Jason was Robin.
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Jason glared, at none in particular. He just wanted to glare. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes from his black hoodie. He took out a cigarette and pulled out his lighter. He lit the cigarette, and inhaled.
I'm not old enough to smoke. I should stop, before Bruce figures out. He'll be pissed.
But he didn't stop. He didn't want to stop. He felt better when he smoked. It was a good way to relieve stress, wasn't it?
He pressed his back further against the brick wall. Crime Alley wasn't the best place to 'hang out' but he wanted to be alone. Away from everything. So, why not go where you were you spent your childhood?
Some childhood, he thought sarcastically.
He didn't exactly have the best childhood.
-Flashback-
Run! Run! I've got to run!
The boy quickly ran up the fire escape, climbing into a window, and shutting it, quickly locking it. He dropped the bag filled with some food he stole, and looked around. "Mom?" He asked aloud, wondering where the woman was.
The raven-haired seven year-old Jason walked slowly, peeking into his Mother's bedroom. They didn't have much money, so instead of sleeping on beds, they slept on mattresses with blankets on them. Of course, the beds weren't chock full of blankets. Jason had one red blanket on his 'bed' and his mother had an orange one.
There, laying on the bed, with a container that had once been filled with many pills, lay his ginger-haired mother.
The boy's eyes widened in shock. He dropped down on his knees and quickly began shaking his mother's shoulders. "MOM! Wake up, wake up!" The boy continued at this for awhile.
He must have alerted someone, as a couple paramedics walked in.
Tears were running down his face. "MOM! WAKE UP! MOM, MOM, mom, mom..." His shouts slowly went down to a whisper as the paramedics put her body on a stretcher and left the shaking boy behind.
"Eh, just another one of those drug-addicts. There's tons in Crime Alley, ain't there?" A paramedic said to the other, before they left.
And Jason was left there, shaking on his knees, tear tracks running down his face.
It's my fault she's dead, he realized. The dealers must have come while I was gone. If I'd stayed, they wouldn't 've come.
His eyes widened. I can't let the Orphanage get me! He jumped out the window, climbing back down the fire escape, never to enter that apartment again.
***End of Flashback***
Jason wasn't fond of these memories. They haunted him. Nightmares of all the wrong he's done. Stealing things on the streets. Doing anything he could to get some extra cash, to give to drug dealers for cigarettes.
He flicked the cigarette into the nearby garbage can, despite it being stuffed with trash.
He had finished patrol with Bruce a while ago. He was supposed to be asleep in bed right now.
Oh well.
Bruce would never know he was out here.
Yes, he will. He's Batman, he thought, chuckling to himself.
Stepping over a broken beer bottle, he made his way home, to the manor.
Because Crime Alley would never be his home.