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Chapter Two: Wake me when I scream

One year ago

A young teenaged boy wakes from the sleep he was in for the past year, looking around he notices he's nowhere familiar. Sitting up he pulls the IV out of his arm, and tries to stand up.

The moment he got on his feet, he fell, but was caught by someone, looking up he saw it was a young teenaged boy, he looked thirteen. He had short black hair and bright blue eyes, which reminded Jason of Dick's.

Kneeling down, he took a step back from the fourteen year old. "Are you alright?" genuine concern was clear in his voice, Jason would've answered but he was too confused.

Once he pushed his confusion aside he scowled, "Who are you? Where am I?" Jason was surprised when he saw shock and a hurtful look on the boy's face. "You- you don't remember me?" Jason, still scowling, shook his head.

The boy stood up and held out his hand to help him up. "My name's Tim, Jason." This time it was Jason's turn to looked shocked "H-how do you know my name?" He rolled his eyes. "Whatever you saw, whatever happened after you were abandoned by your family and left to the streets isn't real." Jason's eyes widened "How do you know about that?" he snapped, Tim smirked. "I didn't introduce myself properly, my name is Tim Wayne, as in your brother. I'm stationed in the North Wing, and right now we're in Arkham Hospital. Perhaps when you feel up to it, I might give you a tour," Tim crossed his arms and waited for Jason to process the information.

"Arkham! Brother! Wayne! What?!" Jason was shocked, "H-how l-" he began but was interrupted by Tim "How long were you in this?" Jason nodded, "Well you were put into the comatose/dream state when you were thirteen and you are going to be fourteen tomorrow, actually you were in this for exactly a year."

Jason looked up when he said this, "A year, I've been in this a year." Tim nodded, "Everyone in the North Wing was placed under it by accident." Jason's eyes widened, "Does that mean, everything that happened wasn't supposed to happen?" He could feel himself getting angry, he wouldn't, couldn't lose his family, not again. "What about Bruce? Dick? Alfred? Are they okay?"

Tim could see that he was growing on desperate, "Do you want to see them?" he said quietly, hearing this Jason nodded. Tim walked over and tried to help Jason up, who pushed him off, "I don't need your help." Tim rolled his eyes and waited for Jason to face plant. Which happened straight after Jason took his first step. Tim then took the chance and helped him to the door,

"Why can't I walk?" Jason asked quietly, "The power of suggestion is strong so whatever happened in your mind, your mind thinks it actually happened. And you haven't walked in over a year. But don't worry, you just need time to adjust." Jason nodded and concentrated on trying to walk.

When he looked up they were outside a room marked N1. Underneath was a name, written in bold letters:

BRUCE WAYNE

Jason froze and then pushed himself out of Tim's hands. Stumbling his way to the door, he struggled it open.

Once inside he stared at the form lying unconscious on the bed. He looked younger than in his dream, Jason felt the anger rising, they were all in a dream state, and now he's awake and they are in the comatose.

Jason, unable to keep himself upright, fell to his knees and, in Tim's opinion, he looked, lost.

But he was interrupted when a young boy's voice sounded through the room, "Drake, why are you wearing that?" Tim groaned "Why, does it bother you?" Tim replied, cheekily and Jason could practically hear him smirking. A scoff was heard and then the younger boy came into the room. "Todd. Do you remember me?" The boy asked kneeling down to Jason's level. He looked like Bruce but had green eyes.

The boy stuck out his hand, "My name's Damian, Damian Wayne."