Hey guys, I'm back again with a new story. Sorry if you disagree with any of the personalities :/ Jason can be quite a confusing character and I'm not sure if I have gotten him quite down-pat yet so yeah… I do not own any of the DC characters so you know; please don't sue me.

Tim sighed as he pulled his tired body into bed; it had been another long night of blood and sweat on patrol and now all he wanted to do was to lie down and rest. His bedside clock showed the time of 3am. If he was lucky he would be able to have a solid four hours of sleep before he would have to get up and go to school. Which surprisingly was actually more sleep than he usually got; just another perk of working with the bat. Tim relaxed and closed his eyes; slowly letting himself fall asleep.

It hadn't been more than an hour before Tim snapped awake. Something was coming towards him room and whatever it was it seemed to be having considerable trouble getting there. Tim heard banging and scraping on the walls as the intruder tried to support and pull itself towards its destination. Fear and adrenalin rushed through Tim's veins; what if it was Bruce, Dick or Alfred? What if they needed his help? They could be dying while Tim just lay there in his own thoughts. No; Nightwing and Batman had gone back to finish something up in Gotham after he had gone to bed and he had no idea where Alfred was at the moment.

Before he could come up with any other possibilities Tim's door burst open and he jolted upwards onto his feet. The figure dropped to the floor and blood began to sink into the carpet.

"Jay… Jason?" Tim asked as his eyes widened. Why was Jason here?

The Red hood groaned and turned over onto his back so he could see Tim.

"Replacement." Jason said through gritted teeth, "Where the fuck is Grayson?"

Jason was clearly pissed and Tim decided that it was best not to fuel that anger, "He's… out with… He's out with Bruce… What the hell happened to you?"

"Fantastic, of course he's still out with the bat." Red hood groaned and put pressure to his wounds in attempt to slow the bleeding then mumbled under his breath, "Even after what I did for that… Dick."

"What?"

"Killer Croc is out; hopefully that explains enough. Now if you wouldn't mind I could really use some medical attention if that's not a problem. Where's Alfred?"

Tim shook his head; "nobody is home but me."

To be completely truthful Tim was freaking out. Jason; the Red hood; the guy that has tried to kill him at least twice already, was in his bedroom; slowly bleeding out on his carpet. It would be so simple to just leave him there; to leave him to die for what he has done. But then again; just because it was simple, didn't make it right.

"Well, great. I'll try and get to my safe house then; see what I can do from there." Jason grunted as he tried to crawl out of his bedroom. He may be dying; but that fate didn't seem so bad compared to having to be saved by his replacement.

"Are you serious? You can't even stand, let alone get yourself across Gotham."

Jason let out a sigh. The kid was right; his body hurt like hell and Croc had beaten the crap out of him, but he really wasn't in the mood for staying. He didn't even really know why he came here in the first place. All that it left him with was bad memories and bitterness, along with a whiny; annoying kid. Must have gotten a little desperate he guessed.

"What are you going to do about it boy blunder?"

Tim ignored the jibe and walked over to pull Jason upwards, "I can help; Alfred taught me a thing or two about stitching up people."

Jason laughed but it sounded pained and he was having trouble dragging himself up; even with Tim's help, "Why would you want to help me? I tried to kill you." Red Hood had said this jokingly but the question still puzzled him.

Instead of answering Tim got Jason to put his weight onto him and put his arm around him to guide him down the stairs towards the Batcave.

"Like at least twice now…" Jason prompted, more seriously now.

"As much as neither of us would like to admit it; you're still my brother," Tim shrugged, "Not that, that should be an excuse for you trying to murder my friends and I…"

Jason smirked, "yeah, sorry for upsetting your little play date."

Tim rolled his eyes but ignored the comment. By the time they reached the ground floor of the Mansion, Red hood's gripped seemed to loosen and Tim found himself almost having to pull the man across the floor.

"Dammit Jason, what the hell are you doing?"

No response…

"Jason?"

Tim quickly dropped his brother to the floor and carefully took of his scarlet hood; which he really did not want to set off as last he heard it was heavily booby-trapped; with a bomb. Putting this to the side, Tim checked for Jason's pulse. It was weak; but still there. His breaths were shallow and stressed but he was probably better off now than when he had his helmet on.

Tim bit his lip as he looked down the stairs to the Batcave. He was going to have to drag Jason down if he wanted to stitch him up; but he didn't want to further Jay's damage.

He shook his head, "why do you always have to make things more difficult than they already are?"

Tim shocked himself as he looked down at his own clothes. They were already soaked in Jason's blood. He hadn't noticed how much he really was bleeding. Croc must have gotten him good; but what was that about him doing something for Dick before? Maybe Tim had misheard.

"Sorry about this Jay, but you aren't really leaving me with many options." Tim said as he grabbed Jason's arms and started dragging him downwards into the Batcave.

-Break line-

Jason's injuries were a lot worse than he had let on. Now with his half shredded equipment and shirt off Tim could see the full extent of his brother's deep cuts and bruises; some of them were probably infected. Why did he keep doing that by the way? Keep calling Jason his brother. He wasn't really; not biologically. And it wasn't like they acted like brothers; unless trying to literally kill your sibling was a usual bonding activity. No; they weren't really brothers; not like he and Dick were. Shaking his head Tim began washing, disinfecting and sewing Jason back up. He tried to avoid looking into his eyes; (which were protected by his scarlet domino mask anyway), and at the obvious white streak that ran through his hair. He had obviously forgotten to dye that again. He felt horrible for what had happened to Jason; being beaten to near death by the Joker then being lead to believe that there was a small chance of escape; only to be blown to bits by a bomb. It made Tim wonder sometimes; if that had happened to him; if he had been in the same situation as Jason, would he of turned out the same way as him? Would he of become the violent vengeful murderer that Jason is? No; Tim wouldn't let that happen. He won't let that grief fall upon Dick or Bruce. That wouldn't be fair to them. He can't let himself go to that place; he won't become Jason, no matter how bad things get.

Don't go yet guys; I am still going to expand on this story. I just need a rest for a bit (what? I'm only human.) Please leave a review and thanks for reading .