A/N: So this originally was going to be a oneshot, but all of you kept saying "Can't wait for more!" or "Please write more!" so I'm continuing this. Sigh, I can't seem to write a decent oneshot without it turning into a multichapter story, can I? Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

"You have a brother?" Beast Boy asked. Robin nodded.

"And he's Red X?" Cyborg asked.

"I didn't know about that part until now." Robin said. He turned to Jason, "Why did you steal my suit?"

Jason sneered at him, "To get on your nerves, Golden Boy."

"Golden Boy?" Robin asked. Jason grinned mischievously, but his eyes showed pain.

"That's all you are. All you ever were."

What do you mean?" Robin asked.

"Batman's perfect little son." Robin's eyes hardened at the name 'Batman', "You could never do anything wrong."

"That's a lie." Robin growled.

"No, it isn't." Jason said, "After you left, I became the Robin of Gotham."

"Which I'm still angry about."

"Why? Because you're sad that he replaced you?" Jason smirked at Robin. Robin glared at him.

"No. Because he stole my name."

"Why don't we continue this at the Tower?" Raven asked, sensing the growing tension, "We'll have more privacy there."

Robin's eyes narrowed. His happy mood gone, "Fine."

They returned to the Tower and headed straight for the main room. When they got there, all of the Titans faced Robin and Jason.

"Alright, talk." Cyborg said.

"Jason is my adopted, younger brother." Robin said.

"Adopted?" Starfire asked.

"Jason isn't Robin's biological brother." Raven said. Starfire nodded.

"I met him three years ago when… Batman," Robin growled the name, "adopted him. We got along fine until I left Gotham. Then, I lost contact with him."

"No," Jason said, "You refused to talk to me. You left me."

"I didn't want to." Robin said, "I had no choice."

"No choice?" Jason asked angrily, "You're the one who would always tell me that there's always a choice!"

"I was kicked out of my own home Jason!" Robin snapped, "Not only that, but Batman stole my name and gave it to some kid! Sure, you are my brother, but that name was all I had! It meant the world to me! Naming you Robin was like throwing me off a cliff to fall to my death!"

"Why?" Jason asked. Robin glared at him.

"Don't you remember the stories that I used to tell you? Or did you always tune me out?" Jason didn't answer.

"You know what? I don't care that you're alive anymore. You're not the little brother I remember. You're just like him."

"At least he loves you." Jason spat, "Whenever I was training, it was always, 'He would have gotten that right' or 'He knew how to do that only after a few minutes'. I'm so sick of you being perfect, little you!"

"I'm not perfect." Robin said, "You saw that when I almost died." The Titans' eyes widened.

"At least you made it!" Jason yelled, "I died! "

"And I regret not being there to save you." Robin said. Jason sneered again.

"You never save anyone, do you? You're always so close, yet you do nothing! Look what happened to you all those years ago!" Both Robin and Jason's eyes widened.

"Wait, I didn't-" Robin glared and, turning around, left the room. The Titans' stood there awkwardly as Jason glared at the ground.

"What were you talking about?" Beast Boy asked, "About the thing that happened years ago?"

Jason looked up and glared at Beast Boy, who shrank back.

"That's none of your business." Jason growled, turning around and also leaving the room.

Robin stood in his room, seething at the wall. He finally snapped and punched the wall, letting out a furious yell.

"What did the wall ever do to you?" Jason asked from the doorway, his infamous smirk plastered onto his face. Robin glared at him.

"I'm still angry with you." Robin said. Jason walked in and sat on the bed. He patted the area next to him. Robin stared at him but huffed and sat down at Jason's look.

"What is so important about the name 'Robin'?" Jason asked.

"So you really did just tune me out. Even when I was pouring out my feelings to you, you didn't listen." Jason rolled his eyes.

"I'm listening now." Jason said. Robin glared at him and spoke through his teeth.

"My mother gave me the name 'Robin'. She said I looked like one whenever I was on the trapeze. It meant everything to me, and Bruce practically was the one who shot me in the shoulder when he gave it to you." Jason's eyes widened.

"I didn't know-"

"Yeah, you didn't." Robin interrupted, "You only care about yourself. You never take into account other people's feelings."

"Maybe I was just jealous." Jason mumbled. Robin quirked an eyebrow.

"Why?" he asked. Jason scrunched his face in disgust.

"Because he loves you more than me. You're his first son and his best son. I'm the reject son. The imperfect replacement."

Robin's eyes softened and he placed a hand on Jason's shoulders, "I don't care what he thinks. You're not a reject, nor will you ever be. You'll always be great to me."

"Really?" Jason asked. Robin smiled.

"We may have our fights, but you're my little brother. I'll always protect you, no matter what."

11-year-old Jason trembled as he stared at the mess. 14-year-old Dick Grayson ran up.

"Jay! What happened?" he asked. The boy's trembles intensified.

"I- I didn't mean to." he said, "It was an accident. I know Alfred said not to play with the football, but I didn't think this would happen."

Dick stared at Jason sympathetically, "It's only a vase, Jason."

Jason looked up at Dick with teary eyes, "What if Bruce gets mad though? He won't like me anymore and he'll send me back to the streets. I don't want to go back. I like it here."

Dick's eyes widened and he wrapped an arm around Jason, "It's ok, Jason. Bruce won't send you back, but if it really worries you, I'll take the blame."

Jason's eyes widened, "You will? Why?"

Dick smiled at the boy, "Because I know what it's like to be afraid to be sent back. After the… incident when I was younger, all of the orphanages in Gotham were full, so I was put in the Gotham Juvenile Detention Center." Jason's eyes widened, "For over a year, I was terrified that Bruce would get sick of me and send me back there. I don't want you to feel that."

Jason smiled, "Thanks, Dick."

Dick's smile grew and he hugged his brother, "No problem. I'm your big brother. It's my job to protect you. No matter what."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. I should be doing my homework, but I decided to finish this first when I got inspiration. Anyways, this probably won't be too long. I have SO many other stories to work on. I do hope this was up to your standards though. 'Til next time! Review!

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