Hey guys! So, I've decided Fridays are annual Charlie update days!

Now I have an entire week to fix a chapter rather than a couple hours before I go to bed. XD

Aren't you guys proud of me? Because if you're not, I'm slightly offended.

Anyways, I got mostly Jason votes for last chapter. I'll still add Mystery Character, later. And Mystery Character won't be nearly as big as Jason will be, but she'll be in there. A little.

This chapter, this is the most important part, I'll be gracing you with the gift of my infamous flashbacks! So don't be confused when they pop up. It will be in italics. The difference between the thoughts and the flashbacks is that the flashbacks will be in paragraph form and longer.

I know, stupid long Author's Note. But sadly, I'm also famous for those. Forgive me, and enjoy!

His hair danced around his face slightly as the breeze drifted by. His legs dangled over the side of the mountain, kicking away at nothing.

Artemis had never seen the Boy Wonder so depressed.

She had never known how strong his connection to Batman was, how much it would hurt Robin to see Batman hurt. It was astonishing, appalling, mind blowing.

She couldn't think of a way to describe it. When Batman hurt, Robin hurt. When Robin hurt, the person who hurt Robin hurt. It was remarkable.

The blonde archer sat down next to the fragile boy. She wasn't complaining, it was one of the first times he'd left Batman's side in the two weeks since he'd come back with the cure. He wouldn't even indulge Black Canary in her little 'therapy sessions'. He kept saying, 'I want to be here when he wakes up.'

"Hey," she said, gazing out over the ocean water that lapped lazily at the edge of the mountain.

"Hey." He replied, squinting, as though looking for something important on the horizon. His feet kicked against the edge of the mountain the two sat on.

"Why are you out here, Robin?" she asked, curious.

"Hospital rooms get kind of boring to look at, after a while." He responded, smirking slightly. But his features quickly returned to grim, his smile fading into the pale skin. "I'm beginning to question whether Batman will wake up at all, anymore."

Artemis punched his arm. She wasn't being playful; she wanted it to hurt a little, so the tiny feeling of satisfaction in the pit of her stomach when he rubbed his arm and said 'Ow' was almost enough to make her laugh.

Almost.

"Don't talk like that." She ordered. She didn't look at him anymore, but returning her gaze to the ocean, the breeze gently pulling her hair over her shoulder. Now was one of those rare occasions when her golden locks were not pulled back into a tight pony tail. She couldn't pull it back much anymore, she had bruises and healing wounds all over her head. Harley really worked her over.

He was quiet for a moment, as her words processed in his mind. Not his brain, his brain had processed it long ago. His mind though, the part of him that held his emotions, was still working on it. To him, there was a distinct difference.

"I know," he said, his voice a little shakier than before. "But, it's so hard to keep waiting." She looked at him now, but he was avoiding her gaze. She didn't know what to say. She'd never comforted someone, let alone someone as strong as Robin.

"I know," she said, draping her arm around his shoulders and pulling him close to her. She felt a few tears stain her shirt, and could feel his body trembling.

Gasping, Artemis sat up in bed, looking through the darkness around her bedroom.

She unclenched her fists, slowly releasing the bed sheets that she had bunched up in the firm grasp of her sweaty palms. Slowly, she reached up to touch her face, realizing it was tear stained.

"Babe?" Wally. She thought, realizing her boyfriend had probably been awakened from her loud awakening. Or the insane thrashing I was probably doing. She thought, inwardly sighing.

"I'm okay. I'm fine." She reassured him, sniffling and wiping away the quickly drying tears. She felt his gentle hands snake their way around her shoulders and his lips softly caress her neck.

"What was it?" he asked, pausing, looking up at her, his bright green eyes glowing in the darkness like shining emeralds. She sighed, looking away from his intense gaze.

"I think you should call Dick." She whispered, closing her eyes as his hands rubbed her shoulders.

"Why?" he asked, the old high-pitched voice he'd had when they were young and immature coming out again.

"Something's up with him," she said. "I can feel it."

Dick awakened on Sunday morning to the rain, gently tapping his window, and the beckoning aroma of bacon. He shuffled in his sheets, tempted by the sizzling sound of bacon, the promise of a day off work, and the thought of Barbara cooking for him. But his eye lids were so heavy, his limbs so tired.

He'd spent a good deal of time yesterday arguing with Jason, to which they still hadn't reached a technical agreement, although he knew Jason would 'help' no matter what he said. After that, it'd been a pretty quiet night. He had no idea why he was so exhausted.

Slightly reluctantly, he threw his bare legs over the side of the bed, out of the warmth of his sheets. The sudden cold air didn't bother him much; as temperatures rarely did anymore (he'd worked in some of the harshest weathers in the world, after all). He began rubbing his face in an attempt to wake himself up more, before getting up and straightening his boxers.

Upon entering the kitchen, he saw Barbara, her slightly messy morning hair falling over her face as she danced around the kitchen with the radio on. She was wearing on his shirts, a pink button-up one that he generally wore under a vest or jacket.

He smirked, cherishing moments like this. He almost didn't want to interrupt her dancing and bad singing of "You're Gonna Go Far Kid". Almost.

"Having fun?" he asked, leaning over the bar that separated the kitchen and living room in his large apartment. She stopped, smiling at her best friend.

"No. This is the worst moment of my life." She flashed him one her famous Babs-like-smirks, one that was cunning, mischievous, and sly all at the same time.

"I-" Dick started, but was interrupted by a knock at the door.

Jason Todd hated rat dogs.

Chihuahuas, Pomeranians, Yorkies, Shih Tzus; he hated them all. They were so small, they could barely count as dogs.

And right now, Dick's neighbor's little rodent was glaring at him. Who keeps a dog outside the door anyway? This is Bludhaven! Surely, someone could just take the dog, or kill it. Jason certainly wouldn't mind.

Where the hell is Dick?

He shook out his damp hair, the grey streak surrounded by ebony falling in front of his bright blue eyes. He didn't really know why he was here. It had started raining and he needed a place to crash until it let up was the excuse he was going with.

"Jason?" Dick asked. Jason snapped his attention away from the tiny, four-legged demon he'd been staring at and looked at his adoptive brother, and it was priceless.

Dick was wearing nothing but his boxers, and he had obviously just woken up. His hair was a mess, little strands going everywhere. Behind him was Jason's favorite redhead, wearing one of Dick's shirts. Just one of Dick's shirts. Priceless.

"Hate to crash, Dickie, but…." Jason started, entering the apartment. He paused, pretending to have a huge realization before smirking at Barbara. "Wait, no I don't. Hey Barbie, what's shakin'?"

He plopped down on the couch, putting his booted feet up on the fancy, glass coffee table, knowing how much it would annoy Dick. He'd spent too much time with Alfred as a kid.

He sniffed the air, the beautiful aroma of fried pork drifting to his nostrils. "Hey, who made bacon?" he asked, putting his feet up before flipping over the back of the couch in an acrobatic way. As he stuck the landing, he inwardly cheered for himself. Beat that, Grayson. (1)

He smirked at himself before running to the kitchen and grabbing some bacon.

"Jason, what the hell?!" Barbara asked. Her face was contorted in a mix of anger and confusion, possibly angry because she was confused. Jason didn't know, and honestly didn't care. "I thought you died!" she was screaming now, pacing around the couch.

"Did the Bat-clan not tell you about our little Maniac Jason experience?" Jason asked. "It was quite the party, Dickie was there, Bruce-y was there, Timmy was there too! I must've forgotten your invite." He rolled his eyes back up into his skull, as though trying to remember something, before shrugging defiantly. "Sorry."

"Dick!?" Barbara turned to the raven-haired man. Fuck you too, Jay. He thought sourly, sending the new-comer quite the Bat-glare. Jason shrugged, a silent laugh falling from his bacon-filled mouth.

"Uhm.. Babs… I'll explain later. Jason, why the hell are you here?"

"It's cold in the rain." Jason whined. He looked at Dick with that look he used to give him when he was a kid, his eyes bright and pleading. Dick had never been able to resist that look.

"That's a pretty small annoyance compared to coming back from the dead." Dick shot back, clearly not amused.

"Well, it annoys me, and I'm staying here till it's over. Don't worry, I'm low maintenance." He reassured when he saw Barbara's face. Barbara had never much liked Jason, and no matter what look he gave her she would kick him out in a flash. That didn't mean he'd leave, but he'd much rather stay where he was welcome.

"Dick?" She asked, looking over at him, as though waiting for confirmation that he was okay with this. She put one hand on her hip as the other angrily gestured towards the undead teenager in a damp, leather jacket. "Are you seriously going to let him just walk in? After everything?!"

Dick looked at Jason, and back at Barbara. "Jay can stay in the guest bedroom for a while, if he needs to. It's downstairs anyway." He said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. Jason smirked, finding him victorious against Barbara. "It shouldn't bother us that he's here."

He went and collapsed again on the couch in a full body comfort position that one usually only used at home rather than in someone else's house. But here he was, sprawled out on Dick's couch.

Barbara stood, shocked that Dick was even considering, let alone allowing, Jason to barge in on their life. "Seriously, Dick?" she asked, completely bemused.

Jason leaned forward, until he was approximately five inches from Barbie's face. Her anger was radiating off of her, her brows knit together and an angry frown deep set in her features. She had both hands propped on her hips and she leaned slightly forward, taking five inches down to three.

"What?" she asked after a moment of staring into his blue eyes, blue eyes that almost matched Dick's in color, but they weren't familiar to her in the way Dick's were. And she didn't like them nearly as much as she liked Dick's.

She watched his eyes travel up and down her body, and his smirk grew wider. She could feel his smart-ass level trump her own by far, but she was nowhere near backing down. She was used to matching Dick or Artemis on a smart ass-level, but she'd never been beaten by anyone but Jason.

"Nice legs." He said, winking at her, and watching the sudden realization that she wasn't wearing pants spread on her face and her mad dash up the stairs.

"I'm taking a shower!" she called, informing Dick. "Going to try and wash your brother's eyes off me!"

"He's not my brother!" Jay called, rather offended by her comment. He waited a moment, before a smirk returned to his features as he faced Dick again. "So, are you tapping that yet?"

(1)- I picture Jason as always trying to one up Dick, by doing things such as trying to prove he's more acrobatic than him, a better fighter, more stealthy, etc. So, when Jason is there, and he flips off the back of the couch, he feels like a total badass and is all beat that, Grayson. So, yeah.

REVIEW ANSWERS! :

undecidable: No, they are just kind of friends with benefits at this point. Everyone knows they're dating, but they won't admit it to themselves. Kind of confusing, I know. By the way, loved your review. Please, continue to tell me how to make this story better. I really want it to be more in depth and complex. :)

kuromi123: I will do Jason! Hah. That's why I added Jason in the first place! Great minds think alike. ;)

Blue Torpedo: Me too! Jason is such a bad ass, I really hope I got his character right. I've only actually read him in Battle of the Cowl, and Under the Red Hood. I'm kind of nervous about it :/

READINGhearts17: I also love twisty stories! And I will put the Mystery Character in, just barely though.

Mockingjay013: THANK YOU SO MUCH! That seriously made my day. I really appreciate it, no joke.

Lakeshine: I did, thanks for your vote! :D

GwenuitHolland: It's okay, I haven't read many of the comics either. Shame on my part, I've only read the character wiki's on just about every Batman Character there is. Because I can't afford comic books because I'm too lazy to get a job. But, I'm trying excrutiatingly hard to stay in character, and I greatly appreciate your review :)

QUESTION OF THE UPDATE:

Not technically a question, but review me your ideas as to what you think the Joker's favor is going to be. Also, if you wouldn't mind letting me know if I'm in character for Jason or not I would really love you forever. THANKS!

REVIEW! :D

~Charlie~