Yay! Sorry this took so long, my computer glitched and erased all my hard work. :( Along with the family issues... Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own TT.
Dick raised an eyebrow at Cyborg. "Language." He reprimanded.
"I agree with Cyborg. What just happened?" Beast Boy asked. "And you realize we all know what your face looks like now, right? So, we could figure out your ID."
Dick shrugged. "M'kay." He said nonchalantly.
Jason chuckled. "You may wanna tell them what happened Dickie-bird. They look kinda pissed and confused at the same time. I think they deserve to know everything."
Dick raised an eyebrow as if to say 'you sure?' Jason nodded in approval, and that's what they did. From Jason's death to his resurrection, everything was explained. The Teen Titans, to their credit, listened intently.
"And now he's back!" Dick finished happily, hugging his older brother with one arm.
Jason nodded happily and glanced at the clock, raising his eyebrows.
"Would ya look at the time! I got some stuff to take care of, gotta take off for a wee bit." Jason looked at Dick, who nodded.
"Well then, let's go get your uniform." Dick smirked, standing up and stretching.
Dick led Jason back to his room, passing the shocked Titans on the way. The Titans stumbled over to the couch to discuss what they just learned, while Dick smirked back at them.
He opened the door to his room and allowed Jason in. On the way in, Jason ruffled his hair.
Dick huffed. "You know how much time I spend on this hair?"
"Hmmm...too much?" Jason hummed in amusement, walking over to Robin's bed.
Jason grabbed his uniform from the bed, slinging the jacket over his shoulder. Something fell out of his jacket and hit the floor with a loud clatter.
Dick picked it up and was about to return it when he saw what it was. His eyes widened in horror and he looked up at his brother.
"You're using guns now?!" Dick stood up, staring at Jason. The room temperature dropped, as if sensing the approaching arguement.
"Yeah. We both know someone has to cross the line Batman won't. Kill the ones not afraid." Jason huffed, putting on his jacket.
"And it has to be you?" Dick asked, chucking the gun on his bed angrily.
"If no one else will, yes." Jason picked his gun up, checking the ammo and making sure the safety was on.
"Why does anyone have to cross that line on our side? I've lost six people because someone out there, on the other side, decided to cross that line!" Dick glared at the gun hatefully.
"So we're supposed to let people like Joker just walk free?" Jason growled, putting the gun back in it's holster.
"Hey, I'm all for the Joker's death. I'd be okay if you just killed people like him, but you won't find someone as bad as him. He didn't have a line, it was all a game to him. But killing drug dealers? Hell, killing Scarecrow? No! They're not that far gone. Some villains have no choice, which means you're taking someone's brother, or father!" Dick pinched the bridge of his nose.
"So, people like Scarecrow don't deserve to die?" Jason raised an eyebrow, placing his domino mask, then helmet on his head.
"No! I don't understand you right now! Punching someone's lights out is a more Jason Todd thing to do than blowing their brains out!"
"News flash, birdie, I died." Red Hood said, walking towards the bedroom window.
"I know! I was there! I was listening to you choke on your own blood! I can understand wishing Joker dead, but how can you wish dying on someone else when you've experienced it?" Dick's eyes watered remembering the night.
"You're way isn't working! Why can't you see that? More than half the people in Arkham weren't there until Batman showed up!" Red Hood turned around, eyes boring into Dick's.
"Can't you see how much those pits have changed you?!" Dick took in a deep breath. "You have to go, right? Just think about it. Let me help when you need it. And you will need it."
Red Hood nodded "We'll continue this later birdie." He opened and grappled out the window, leaving the Tower.
"Later, then." Dick walked over to, and collapsed onto his bed, mind spinning with the new information and crazy with his emotions.
He was beyond ecstatic that Jason was alive, and nothing could change that. He was alive and... killing. How was he supposed to deal with that?
Why was it so hard to determine how to feel? He had trouble dealing with attempting on Joker's life too. Is it just Death's way of being confusing?
He knew one person who could help him sort through it. Well, technically two.
Dick sighed. He walked over to the closet and took out a uniform. He quickly changed, mind elsewhere. He walked into the bathroom, fixing his hair.
He sighed again, staring into his blue eyes. He briefly wondered how they seemed to change shades on occasion before plastering his mask onto his face.
He walked into the living room to see the Titans still chatting.
Robin cleared his throat, gaining the Titan's attention. "I have something to take care of something, Cyborg, you're in charge. We'll be in touch."
He sighed, waved, and walked out the door.
He had a certain billionaire to visit.
Sorry, that probably sounded rushed. I just had to fit in their fight somehow, and couldn't find a different way that wouldn't be super confusing. If you have an idea how I could, please do tell and I'll fix it!
Anyways, the epilogue is next chapter, and I'll probably go back through each chapter and fix em up, cause most are rushed.
Review please!