Chapter 4! I hope you like the story so far :) if you don't please be nice, if you do please review!

ok, Roy in this story is 21 and he is where Jason gets his alcohol from. Jason does drink a bit in the story, later. Also, Batman, Dick, Tim, and Damian will all be in this story to, later :)

Chapter 4

It's been a little over two weeks since seeing Red Hood out on the fire escape. As usual, things went back to their usual boring selves. For once I had something different in my life, but that I guess was way to much to ask. The only thing decent that happened this week was my dad not coming home for two days. It was actually peaceful, until he came back, I swear he got even crankier.

It's Friday, schools finally over and I went to work. I went to the front desk to do some paper work and saw the guns encyclopedia. I remembered the guy who checked it out over two weeks ago. There was also three bucks taped to it for I'm guessing the late fee. I kinda wish I was here when he brought it back, oh well, my luck. Soon Charles left his post and ran up to me.

"Seen Red Hood lately?" he asked.

"Good grief no. Get on with your life boy." I snapped.

"Aw." he sighed and walked off. I almost had to try not to laugh at him. I swear it's a man crush. I sighed and went back to work.

Finally work was over and I hitched another ride home. Dad was in a mood of course. I tried to soothe him by making him dinner. I don't know what is getting him so angry, but I just hope he doesn't take it out on me.

"Can you believe this!" he snapped. He threw some bills at me. Way over due bills.

"No sir." I was trying to agree.

"They think they can do this!" he growled. He was starting to make me nervous. He then threw a plate at me and I missed catching it and it smashed. "You klutz! Can't you do anything right!" he screamed. He got up and slapped me.

"I'm sorry." I was close to tears.

"Are you crying?"

"No sir."

"You big baby clean up this damn mess!" he grabbed my neck and pushed me down. As I fell my head hit the corner of the table. I brought my hand to my head and felt blood. My head was killing me. I feel like he's going to kill me.

"Your as bad as your mother. Always thinking your superior!" he growled. Oh shit. I stood up and darted for my room. Slamming and locking it behind me.

"Get your ass out here bitch!" he growled banging at the door. That is not going to hold. I moved for the window but I collapsed. My head was killing me and my vision was blurring.

CRASH!

I heard my window break behind me then it opened. I heard footsteps coming to me.

"Miss me sweatheart?" I know that voice. Red Hood stood over me.

"You bitch open the door!" my father growled as he slammed into it.

"Oohh he sounds fun." laughed Red Hood. "Would you like me to take care of him?" I shook my head as tears streamed down my face. I can't stoop to his level. He just shrugged, then put me on his back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder. He walked out to the fire escape and jumped. I held on for dear life.

"You fell me ass." he laughed. Joking about what I said the last time.

"Shut up." I cried. I tightly gripped his jackets. He just nodded. He put me in front of him on his bike. He wrapped one arm around my waist and drove off. My eyes slowly slapped shut.

Jason Todd/Red Hood POV

Her head lolled back and forth on the ride. I'm guessing she fell asleep. We finally got to my apartment. Great, second time I brought this girl beaten through these doors. I pray not to see a third. I groaned as I picked her up in my arms, this time I took the elevator to my room. I laid her down on the couch and got out the first aid kit. I pulled up one of her eye lids to get a better look at her eyes. Doesn't seem she has a concussion, but I could be wrong. I did know I would have to stitch her forehead. She flinched a little when I started which showed she could still feel. I bandaged her forehead and covered her with a blanket that was over the side of the couch. But before I could get away I noticed she had a death grip on my shirt.

"Stubborn girl aren't you." I smirked as I pried her fingers from me. I brushed her beautiful hair behind her ears and ran my fingers through it. I sighed and went into my room. I took my helmet off and through it aside. I ran my fingers through my own hair and growled. I shouldn't have listened to her. I could have blown that son of a bitches head off and ended the problem. But I'm saving that day for the joker and no one else.

I took off my jacket and changed into a grey t shirt and jeans with the holes in the knees. I walked back to the couch and just looked at her. I winced at the thought that popped into my mind about the joker. No one was there to save or protect him from the joker. No one at all. I sat by her and ran my fingers through her hair. Soon the front door opened and Roy walked in and stopped dead in his tracks. He motioned me to follow him into his room. I did so just to shut him up, and to stop any blame he would most likely give to me.

"What did you do!" he demanded. I smacked him over the head.

"Some friend you are! I didn't do anything. I saved her ass dude." I growled. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"I'm here to make sure your not being stupid and apparently you are!" I slapped him again.

"You have no faith. That girl in there was nearly killed by her father. Now stop throwing all the damn blame at me! You are as bad as Dick!" Roy held his words.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yes." I said sternly.

"Sorry, go about your business." he grinned. I snarled at him before leaving his room and going into mine. I fell back on my bed and growled. Why does everyone think everything is my fault?