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Dad!?
It was six in the morning when his eyes snapped open, Raven was walking past him, her hair was wet, and she was in clean clothes.
"Morning," she greeted and he winced as he rolled away and rubbed his eyes.
"Go away," he muttered.
"Well, that is difficult to do as this is my room," she pointed out which had him opening an eye at her.
"True," he mumbled sleepily, he'd kind of forgotten he'd followed Raven to her room.
"Come on, we have breakfast, and then I'll show you around the Tower, and maybe we avoid Garfield," Raven offered.
"Who's Garfield? The cat?" Jason yawned getting up.
"He could be, but I want to avoid him," Raven offered and he frowned.
"Do you always speak in riddles or is that just because it's six in the morning," he asked as he followed her.
"Possibly," she smiled.
"You're a morning person aren't you, I hate morning people," he rubbed a hand over his face as they walked into the hall.
"No, I'm not particularly a morning person, but Jaime and Gar are asleep, Kori and Dick are… having sex, ew! And Damian's training, so we'll have the kitchen to ourselves before Gar tries to poison it with tofu," she said after her initial shudder at her statement of Dick and Kori.
"How do you know all this?" he asked.
"I'm an empath, I know what everyone is feeling and doing in this Tower," she said.
"Creepy," he shrugged.
"Only when I didn't know what sex was," she answered, and he laughed. A real laugh rumbled through him as he leaned tiredly on the wall and doubled over hugging his belly. He could only image the young empath unwittingly getting an eyeful on that experience, and seeing how composed she was… oh the image was enough to have him laughing.
"Laugh away, it was the most disturbing thing I discovered here," she shuddered as they resumed walking after his laughter subsided.
"You're not too bad, little bird," he informed her.
"Thanks, you're not too bad either, Red," she shrugged.
They made it to the kitchen, Raven went about making tea, and he looked in the fridge before he started pulling things out. Jason settled on making Alfred's omelets because it was the first thing to come to mind. Raven sat at a table and sighed as if in bliss.
"Omelet?" he offered, she looked up.
"Please," she answered as she sipped her tea and he nodded as he continued his work. Dick and Damian appeared then.
"What is that delicious smell!?" Dick demanded.
"It smells as if Pennyworth is here," Damian announced, and Jason frowned at the two of them as he just started making the omelets for them too. Raven was served first as she was here first, and he saw the demon brat glare at that.
"Hey, Jay, I called Bruce last night, he's coming today," Dick announced suddenly after a long time of silence and Jason stiffened.
"Why would you do that?" he asked, his voice wavered and he hated that. However, he was well aware of what Bruce had thought of him, and he… Jason didn't…
"You're his son, and he'll want to see you!" Dick grinned.
"Father will be pleased at your return, or so I am told," Damian muttered sourly.
No, no, Bruce would not be pleased with his return, and Jason knew it, mostly because Bruce had thought he had killed that diplomat guy, and he fucking hadn't. Bruce also had intended to take Robin from him, and Robin was everything. Though he supposed Bruce had gotten his way because Damian was Robin now.
"Um…" Jason managed tightly.
"He's going to be so happy you're back!" Dick hugged him, and Jason stiffened.
"Get the Fuck OFF!" he roared and shoved Dick off with all his strength. Dick slammed into the counter, Jason looked at the three faces and he bolted. Leaping over the counter he ran for the hall and took the stairs as he started running down. He had to… he had to get away! He had to, he couldn't face Bruce, not with all that disappointment, he had to get away! He skidded to a halt when the shadows melted and Raven was standing there with her hands in her hoodie and her face blank.
"Get out of my way," he hissed at her.
"No," she answered.
"Don't make me hurt you," he growled.
"You are welcomed to try, Jason, but I can't let you leave when you're possibly going to get yourself hurt, also you don't have any shoes," she said.
"No!" he snapped.
"Jason, calm down, you're not a prisoner, I just don't want you to get hurt," she said again.
"Goddamn it!" he dragged his hands through his hair and bit his lip as the tears welled up. Suddenly there was a small hand on his shoulder.
"Jason, look at me," Raven's soft voice ordered and he dropped his hands as he stared at her.
"It's alright," she smiled a bit.
"I don't want to do this," he muttered exhaustedly.
"I understand," she nodded and he sensed she really did. Dick and Damian appeared then.
"Damn, you're fast," Dick said as he landed and Jason glared at him. Damn Dick for calling Bruce! Damn them all for getting him in this mess! He should have stayed dead! His life would be so much easier that way, and he wouldn't have to face Bruce's disappointment or worse, his rejection. At least when he'd been dead those weren't concerns of his.
"I hate you dickhead," he spat out and shoved his way through them as he stalked back up the stairs. Raven was quick to follow him.
"Go away," he spat out.
"No, you are stuck with me," she announced.
"I really hate you," he warned.
"That's alright." She smiled, and he glared harder at her in hopes she'd leave.
Bruce did not understand Dick's call at three in the morning; his time, and was babbling incoherently about the Pit, his brother, and come quick.
Which was why Bruce was driving to the Titans Tower, using their secret entrance now, it was close to noon, he was exhausted, had a new stab wound in his shoulder because he'd been thinking about Dick's call and not the fight, and now he was here in San Francisco.
Picking up his coffee he took a sip as he pulled into the underground parking garage.
"Get back here you giant!" a girl shouted.
"Make me!" a boy's voice shouted back as Bruce got out of the car.
"Father will not approve!" Damian's voice bellowed.
"All the more reason to do this!" the other boy retorted and Bruce rounded the corner to see his youngest with Raven, who was currently lunging for the other boy, and that boy had Bruce's heart seizing up.
The boy was glaring as the young demon crashed into him, his hair was black with a slight curl, there was a white streak in it too. Those cheek bones, that crooked grin, those bright aquamarine eyes…
"Jason?" Bruce managed in a strangled tone. Raven crashed into Jason and the young man fell into the ground and stared at him with wide eyes.
"Father!" Damian blinked and Raven looked up at him from where she was straddling his son.
"This is not what it looks like," Raven stated immediately.
"Jason…?" Bruce repeated.
"Get off," Jason shoved Raven off him and stood, Bruce blinked at his son's height since Jason had always been so small, now, the boy stood almost as tall as Dick.
"There you are, come on, Bruce well be here any… second," Dick said appearing. "Hey Bruce," Dick smiled nervously.
"What is this, Richard?" Bruce grounded out.
"It's Little Wing! He's alive!" Dick grinned.
"I hate that nickname dickhead," Jason growled out, there was a flash of green in his eyes and suddenly Raven was between Dick and Jason.
"Settle down or I'll knock you out, again," the young empath snapped.
"As if you could," Jason snorted.
"I can and will drop you, Jason," she warned.
"She will," Damian said.
"Shut it short stack," Jason snapped, Damian growled.
"Richard," Bruce grounded out.
"Um… Rae, you and Dami should show Jay the Tower, Bruce and I are going to talk," Dick said.
"He does realize we're not kids, right?" Jason asked as Raven grabbed his arm and dragged him along with Damian following them.
"Richard," Bruce started.
"I don't know how, Bruce, but that's Jason, he's alive, and Raven found him when Talia dumped him in the Pit. I haven't had a chance to really question him about everything, but I've run his DNA a dozen times, and he's talked a bit about his time with us, things a clone wouldn't know. I don't know how it is he's alive Bruce, but he's here, and he talks like he was alive before he was dropped in the Pit," Dick filled in quickly as they walked into an elevator.
"The Pit, the Lazarus Pit?" Bruce blinked at the realization his son was dunked in the very Pit which had fueled Ra's murderous thoughts.
"One in the same, Raven found him," Dick said.
Found him? Bruck blinked at the words, for he couldn't get over the shock of having seen Jason there, just now, alive, and arguing.
"I asked a favor of her, and her empathy, I just… I'd sleep better knowing something, and it was for Damian's safety and she agreed, and she's been working on it for weeks for me, and she accidently found Jason," Dick explained vaguely.
"What were you having her do?" Bruce lifted his brow at his eldest son.
"I asked her to find Slade, she's an empath, and her empathy isn't telepathy and it's not something which one can exactly hide from. She was seeking out heavy users of the Lazarus Pit, she thought she found him when she found Jason and dragged him back here before Talia could do whatever it was she was planning to do with him," Dick shrugged and Bruce walked out of the elevator.
"You were having her hunt Slade?" Bruce grounded out.
"Yes! Slade's obsessed with Damian, I need, no I have to know, he's going to be safe," Dick spat back.
"She is also a child, Dick, and not trained," Bruce retorted. "What would she do against a man like Slade?"
"Since Slade had to send in Terra who barely won against Raven, I'd say she's more than capable of taking care of herself," Dick retorted.
Yes, Bruce had seen the Tower footage of when Terra had attacked Raven, yes he'd seen that fight, and yes, he knew Raven was not a defenseless child. However, if she were to be engaged in a direct fight she would be killed, he'd seen that in how she kept all her opponents at a distance, and Damian had observed as much.
"Dick," Bruce started.
"Look, what I'm having Raven doing or not doing isn't the concern, I called you here because Jason's alive Bruce," Dick said.
"You're certain it's him?" Bruce asked.
"It can't be anyone else, not even a clone would know the things he knows, he was making Alfred's secret omelets this morning," Dick said. "I don't even know the recipe for those, they were only Jay and Alfie's thing and Alfie only told one person about them. And it wasn't us, as neither of us cook."
"And Raven…?" Bruce started. He was not pleased that the demoness was close to Damian, and as he looked at a security footage it appeared she and Jason were also quickly getting close.
"She and Jason seemed to have latched onto one another quickly, I haven't really dug into it," Dick admitted.
Bruce just looked at the monitor where Damian was now sparring Jason, and Raven was floating away from them. He didn't know how to handle this. Jason had been dead.
Now he wasn't.
Bruce called Alfred to exhume Jason's grave then.
That's all for now folks.
Enjoy I'm Hiding Your Brother Under My Bed =)
