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Jason yawned as he opened the door and light flooded his eyes, the living room was small and the light was on. It didn't tell him anything as to if his mom was asleep or not, she occasionally would leave the light on or off when she slept. His mom was a good woman, she was a usual stay at home mom from time to time taking work where she could get it, his dad was more of the thug type, he worked as a guard for Two-face and or other big time drug dealers, it was usual for him to be gone days at a time.

He took off his jacket and threw it on the sofa as he made his way down the hall to his room. He made a quick check to see if his mom was asleep and saw her in her bed the back facing him. He left the door way and went straight to his comfortable bed. Jason jumped up and flopped down moaning in love as the cool pillow touched the side of his tired face. He loved this pillow right now.

Even though his bones screamed for sleep it wouldn't come, he thoughts were preoccupied. The clock ticked along with them and started to think of his Dad, how he was never home. It never bothered him, not once. What bothered him was that he would act like they were pals, the only real relationship they had was when Jason would help him up the stairs after he was done drinking. If he had a say, his dad also had a way with the ladies. He would constantly hit on other woman around him. It was annoying. He never said anything to his mom though…she had enough to worry about.

His mom used to be big. She went to a big private school and was on a good track, but then she met his Dad and it all turned, well it really turned after they bought the house, and he came along, they constantly fought when he was little, now he was trying to help his mom, she was suffering from depression and it wasn't easy to help when she let her dealers come in and sell her things. He told her once that she needed to stop and get better; she didn't listen, of course not.

She would never listen when she was out if it like that. He wished he could help her. It was all he could do, wish.

Then he thought about Batman, he had never been seen Batman…ever. Who was to say he was real? Was it the bruise shaped like a bat on his Dad`s shoulder, or the Gotham times newspaper? The giant light in the sky? Hmm. If he caught one glimpse… one tiny glimpse. They he would be satisfied, would he be scared? Like them all?

They was a muffled noise in the bathroom and Jason opened his eyes, it had be two hours since he got home, wow, time really fly's. He sat up and ran a hand threw his hair. He got to his feet and walked to the restroom, the door was closed but he could hear the muffled sobs of his mom. It broke his heart to hear her like this. He knocked softly, maybe she would realize she wasn't alone and she would open the door. No one answered. Of course not. He opened the door and saw his mom lying on the floor again his heart cracked in two. Jason walked around her and guessed she didn't even know he was here, or she just didn't care. He knew she wouldn't get up off the bathroom floor, this happened few times before. He sat down and lifted her up to a sitting position and hugged her letting her lean on him. It was better than the floor. And he thought deep down it helped her.

"It`s Okay mom… It`s okay." He muttered

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Jason sat on the dumpster and kicked his legs back and forth, he was board, and it was one of those days. The air was still numb and cold like usual, stupid city. He yawned, he had barley slept, he had been up with his mom and had refused to leave her there…alone.

Now, thought he was just sitting thinking. He had really nothing to do; he had skipped school for the day, why the hell should he deal with stuck up brats and his stupid teachers that thought they knew everything. It annoyed him. He was street smart, that's all that mattered.

He hoped off the dumpster and started down the street, normal day normal time. He should probably head home see if his mom was still okay. His Dad had left a message, he was coming home tonight. Sure whatever you say. His Dad wasn't abusive not physically. But mentally it was a little bit of a strain. His parents augured so much and still do.

His Dad was careless, once he was shot in the back, no real damage but it must have hurt like hell. Good thing he was spineless. He was the type of guys to be in and out of prison. More in than out.

His mind was back on Batman, or more like hero`s in general, there was a team, Young hero`s or whatever it was called, Young Justice. Something about them coming into a spot light with the League. Who cared, they were in their own world. He was never going to have anything to do with them. Why should he?

Jason hopped the fence and landed in the yard of his neighbor. Who cared about heroes and criminals and being caught, he would never get caught, and this was a promise.

He pulled himself over the other side of the fence and froze, he could see his yard, and three cop cars were lined in front of it and he caught a faint glimpse of his Dad being hauled into the car. His mom was yelling at a fat cop in a trench coat. Jason ran over to her and glared at the cops.

"What's going on?" he asked angry his voice was reduced to a whisper. His mom pointed to the cop car leaving, "Their taking him away again, he didn't do anything!" She spat at the fat officer. Jason let it all drown out as the car that held his father was out of sight. He didn't know why but he was curtain, Jason would never see him again…

A/N: Jason`s dad actually died in prison…just a but of info.