Chapter 2

A/N Ok so I decided to continue this story. Sorry for any grammatical errors. I don't have a beta. So the position is open for anyone who wants it. Pay…is well…I guess you get to see the chapter firsthand. So let's continue and don't forget that this is now officially or sort of a Dick/Jay story. If you don't like it, then don't read it. In my defense, though, it's my first so bear with me.

"Master Bruce," Alfred comes out of the med room. Leslie is trailing behind him, slowly shaking her head. Something is wrong. Alfred is not looking me in the eyes. "I have awful news," he sighs. And I feel it the bomb has exploded in my chest. I've lost him again.

"He didn't make it," I say the words for him.

Alfred shakes his head and says, "I'm terribly sorry, we did all we could. The wound was just too profound. We managed to stich up the entrance and exit though."

I know Alfred is just trying to make me feel better but it isn't going to work. I will think of a solution. I lower my gaze and walk up to Leslie. She has done everything in her power and I at the least owe her my gratitude. "Thank you," I say quickly and then head for the stairs leading to the manor.

Halfway up the stairs, I hear Leslie prepare to leave and Alfred say to himself. "At least this time the boy went away painless." I can hear the sorrow in his voice because in a way he too lost a son…grandson. But he is wrong, Jason did not go away painless, he didn't suffer from any physical injury but the psychological ones were too much to bear that in the end he assumed it was his own fault and took his life. But it wasn't his fault, it was my fault. My failure, my mistake. And now it's time for me to fix it.

"Are you sure about this Mister Wayne?" Talia asks.

I pace back and forth, on the balcony of Al Ghul Castle. Stopping mid-step I come to a decision. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."

"I'll need the body," Talia opens her hand like as if it was some object that could just be handed over.

"I know," is all I manage to get out as I think of my son's once again deceased corpse. Taking a long overdue breath I say, "He can't know about this." She smiles and appears to understand.

Taking a step closer, she says, "My father will never know." She lightly brushes the skin of my hand. It is the most compassion this woman can muster. It's understood since she did leave me with her only child but I know that in a way she thinks of Jason as her own too. "When do we start?" she asks with serious eyes.

"Tomorrow," I answer plainly.

Dick's POV

"We need to leave now," Bruce…no he's Batman right now says.

"Are you sure we should do this?" I ask putting on my Nightwing costume. I have to admit that when Bruce first told me of his plan I was shocked and downright disgusted. But then it hit me, it was another chance to fix what went wrong and Bruce was going to do this with or without my help. I don't know how this is going to turn out but all I know is that I need to be there for Jason not for Bruce…because I don't know how he'll react.

"Yes," is the only answer I get from him before he jumps into the batmobile and nearly takes off without me.

I jump into the passenger seat and wait for the inevitable. Tim and Damian have been left out of this. I have a hunch Tim knows and Damian well who knows if he knows. He's almost as unpredictable as Jason himself.

Dick's POV

It's happening. I'm already having second thoughts on this. Maybe we shouldn't do this but it's too late. Jason's body is already lowered into the Lazarus Pits. I wasn't here the first time it happened but I know that it won't have pretty results. From the corner of my eye, I can see Talia assessing the situation with an almost bat-like demeanor. It's scary really, she's scary. I am really hoping that she isn't gaining something out of this but knowing her, it's very possible that she is.

Bruce, who is at my side, has his eyes locked on the pit. They're green and releasing some sort of mist. It's all the elements of a ghost story really and the only thing missing is the ghost itself. But if we're lucky then that won't be a problem.

"Up, now!" I hear Talia nearly yell at her men and instantly they lift the body from the pits.

At first nothing happens but then I hear screams and Jason is up and running. He with inhuman speed topples two of Talia's men over and jumps for the walls. Instantly, I jump for him, yelling his name frantically. "Jason! Jason! JASON!"

He's too fast and is already climbing up the wall. I shoot my grappling hook and it latches just a few feet above him. I use it to my advantage and for a split second wonder where the hell Bruce is. That's when I see him already on top, by the exit. It's like he knew this was going to happen.

As my last futile attempt, I try to grab Jason's feet but something in him that's wild just kicks me in the head and I fall back to the ground. At the last second, I manage a flip and land square on my feet. I look up to see that Bruce with Jason in his arms. Jason is panicking. He's thrashing and leaves Bruce with no alternative than to knock him out. My eyes close at the sound of it and I can feel from where I am standing Bruce's soft and barely audible sobs.

Jason's POV

I awake with a major headache and a slight dizziness. My eyesight is blurry and I feel nauseous. I feel something soft around me. It's a blanket…a silk blanket I think. It's the softest thing I've ever felt. Wait, I shoot up into a sitting position. Where am I? I look around, taking in my surroundings. It's a room. I'm in a bed and there are posters all over the wall. They look familiar but I can't remember where I've seen them before.

People are talking right outside the shut door and my heart starts pumping at high speeds. I know this because I'm hooked onto a heart monitor and that's probably why they just came in.

"Jason!" one of them says. There are five in total, an elderly man, a middle aged man, a young man, a teenager, and a boy. He runs up to me and gives me a bear hug. It's the tightest thing I've ever felt and fuck it hurts. I don't respond to this hug.

He finally loosens his grip and looks me in the eyes. His are blue, the most beautiful blue I've ever seen. It's deep and profound. They're familiar but I don't know from where.

"Jason," the middle aged man comes up to me. His voice is full of sorrow mixed with happiness.

I gulp and say, "Who the hell is Jason?"

The elderly man gasps and drops a plate of food he was holding. The young man holding me lets go and takes a step off my bed. The two boys stay quiet, the younger seeming to be radiating anger.

The middle aged man takes another step towards me and I feel my blood starting to rush again. His eyes are blue too but they're ice cold. I don't want him near me. "Jason," he repeats and I still don't know who he is referring to.

"Where the fuck am I?!" I find myself yelling. I can feel the panic start to rise and I think they can see it too. Quickly, I look for an escape root and spot the door. It's close and maybe I can make it out.

The young man sits back on my bed and before he can speak, I punch him right on the jaw and jump out of the bed. Next thing I know, I'm running through the hallways. Damn this place is big. But they're following me and God they're fast. I see the staircase and aim to jump for it but before I can the middle aged man comes out of nowhere…and really it's nowhere because he wasn't there a second ago… and he has me pinned to the floor with me laying on my back.

I left out a groan of pain and he asks with concerned eyes, "What's wrong?"

Feeling on the verge of tears I answer, "I'm lost."

A/N So there it is chapter two. I hope you guys liked it. So for this story I'm really opened for ideas because in all sincerity I don't exactly have a plot planned out. So it could possible end in the next chapter or the next five chapters. If you guys want to see something in particular or have two or more characters interact in some way then review or PM me. Since we're on the topic anyways, please review now that I know some people are interested in this.