I'm sorry to have taken a long time to update, but as compensation I wrote this long chapter
I'm sorry that you do not liked my stories in this language, but I still have a hard time expressing, anyway thanks for your constructive comments.
Nightmares, he hates them, they stalk him and frighten him every time he closes his eyes, but what he hates the most is that there is a way to stop them just one and he hates it makes him feel uncomfortable, embarrassed and exposed, but at the same time he feels well, safe and for some strange reason it makes him feel in peace.
He was tired very tired but he couldn't go to sleep, no, He could not, that was suicidal because although it was almost a routine to have nightmares about his death and to wake up alone, 50 meters underground, and locked in a coffin, he did not have an idea of how he was going to react after his biological father's visit, he was in denial, he was afraid to think too much about this because if he did… well he knew that anger would consume him, ohh what he could do to that man.
Bruce had told him to calm dow, to try to think that this man was his father and that he would not stop him from seeing him, but Jason knew Bruce, he was afraid of losing him, he was jealous he could see it in his eyes, and that made him feel loved (he would never admit it) that was the only thing that made him stop.
Giving a sigh, he got up and went to the only place where he could feel at peace.
Main bedroom
Before opening the door Jason knew that Bruce was not yet asleep, by the dim light that came under the door, so sighing once more he opened the door.
Jason POV
"You're still awake? ," I ask, approaching Dad's huge bed.
"Not yet son, is everything alright ?" He looked tired and I could see that he was not at peace but seeing me made him smile.
"Yes, now," I say as I lie on my side, letting him rub my back, I'll never know why, but since I was a child it has always calmed me to rub my back or stroke my hair,
"Jason, I …."
"No, it's okay dad, everything's fine, I just do not want to talk about it anymore, I, listen, I want to tell you that you're dad, you've always been the only parent for me," I say, turning to see him. He has a big smile while he hugs me.
"Okay, let's forget about this," he says, stroking my hair, so we stay a while in a comfortable silence, little by little my body begins to relax and I begin to feel drowsy , until the door creaks.
"Bruce" says Tim entering the room, it is obvious that he has been crying, he gives small sobs but stops in his tracks when he sees me, it is obvious that he starts to feel ashamed.
BRUCE POV
Death is hard, especially for those who stay, and mine was no exception, it was hard for all my children and for Alfred, but especially for Timothy, the first nights after returning Tim could not get away from me, I would never admit it, of course, but it was obvious that I had a big problem, he was unable to sleep in his own room, He had to sleep with me and if he I did not he had horrible nightmares, and even though it's been a year and we've worked a lot on this, there are still difficult moments.
"Hey little one , what happens?"
"I.."
It is obvious that he is scared, but he is proud, all my boys are, in a certain way I raised them like that, independent, strong, but when they are alone with me they are always different, they take refuge in me, and they love that I treat them like babies is Obvious that both boys are uncomfortable, so I sigh and get out of bed.
"Come here son" I hug him and let him relax enough to let me take him to bed, once there he sits on my lap and sinks his face into my chest, and we stayed a while until we all feel comfortable and relaxed, until Jason asks.
"Nightmare?"
"Yes," says Tim, tightening my pajamas.
After a few seconds he adds.
"It's the same as always, you leave us again, you leave"
He says it in a way that breaks my heart, I can even feel a slight tremor in Jason and he gets a little closer to me.
"It's okay Tim, now I'm here and I'm not going anywhere, ok?"
"Ok" says yawning
"Ok guys" I say snuggling to Tim and caressing Jason's hair "it's time to sleep, I told Alfred tomorrow that I would take them to the shopping center, Damian needs clothes, Dick has not stopped insisting about a new fabulous thing that I need to buy him , Jason you told Alfred that tomorrow you would help him cook and that's why you will come with us to buy things and you Tim need a haircut, and before you say no, I want you to know that this is not a discussion, so you can stay here or return to your rooms "
"Good" says Jason "unless you object I'll stay here old man"
"Me too, but I do not want to cut my hair, I will not do it, they will not silence my freedom of expression" says Tim as he crosses his arms and pouts.
"Good as you wish but, you will have to tell Alfred"
"Well, thinking about it well, I think a haircut would look good would make me look different"
"Sure, sure," I say as Jason laughs.
"Good night birds"
" night"
"Good night Dad"
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NOBODY POV
it was more complicated than he thought, for a damn week he had been following Jason away, and it was incredibly complicated first he had to be cautious with the security guards around the Wayne business building, charity parties, and public places that Jason attended .
Second, Jason almost never left the mansion, and if he did, he always went with someone, with one of his brothers, with that butler or with Bruce Wayne, and when he came out alone for some strange reason he disappeared, it was as if he knew the city in a very intimate way, went up and down without any effort.
It was obvious that he needed to act fast, because time was running out, his son was dying and the hospital was not doing anything because he could not pay for some very expensive medications, so seeing Jason leave with his family to the mall was the best thing that could have happened that week, it was perfect a lot of people to go unnoticed. Yes, this was the day now or never, I was desperate.
Shopping center 11 a.m.
Nobody POV
"Tt- father, I will also take these tennis"
"OK, they're beautiful"
"I know father, we the Wayne have very good taste"
"Ha, very true, son "
"Take them, but hurry ok?"
Each of the boys had different tastes, in each aspect of their life, but there was one thing that the 4 had in common, although they did not recognize they loved spending time with their father and having their attention without having to share it with their siblings, or To top it off with some member of the Justice League , unfortunately that time was not much, so Demian would take advantage of every minute.
"Here Mr. Wayne, thanks for your purchase"
"Very good Demian, we have to meet with your brothers. It's been 4 hours"
"Not yet not father"
"Demian, it's late son, we have to go home"
"I know father but ..."
"Let's go, your brothers must be waiting for us, they want to get home quickly, Jason is going to help Alfred with dinner remember? Because they are going to make seafood, Richard loves it and Tim also wants to get to ... "
"Enough!"
That made Bruce stop , Demian was one of his most difficult children and even that he loved him like nothing else in this life, sometimes he did not understand him , a few minutes ago he was in a very good mood even a little Affectionate with his father and now he was angry and ready to throw a tantrum, and he had two options.
Getting angry with him or trying to understand him like Dick would say.
"Demian what happens?"
" nothing!"
" son"
"Nothing's wrong, leave me alone!"
At that point Bruce wanted to explode and drag Demian to the car , but after breathing and counting to 10 he realized that Demian was more tense, that he was shaking and he was sure that if he kept clenching his jaw he would break a tooth, In fact, seeing him better, he realized that Demian was really trying not to cry but why?
"Baby boy," Bruce says as he bends down to keep eye level with Demian "this day was amazing I had a lot of fun with you, I'd love to go out with you again"
Those words completely changed Demian's face and Bruce realized what was happening.
"You would really like to go out with me again, father"
"Of course, honey please tell me what's wrong"
"They are always your priority father, I must always compete for a bit of your time, and now you just want to go for them"
"Demian look at me, I need you to understand that you are very important to me, for this family, you do not need to fight to have my attention, I love you very much and you have a very special and unique place in my heart, as well as your brothers"
Demian's face lit up instantly and at that moment everything was fine.
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Being the only Wayne apart from Alfred who knows how to cook is something bitter, Jason had many benefits
Be the first to try the cookies fresh out of the oven, lick the spoon, spend more time with Alfred, but on the other hand not so good should help set the table and buy the products and ingredients needed for each meal as that helped a lot to Alfred.
So here he was, shopping for dinner, deciding between what kind of wine would be best with dinner, red, champagne white, which was bruce's favorite?
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He had to thank Alfred for all those years and moments when he does the shopping for them because it is horrible to do them, he could not believe how much time he lost in choosing things and even worse how much time he lost in line, Bruce was going to kill him if he did not arrive In time to the meeting point, sometimes he honestly felt drowned thinking about how paranoid and overprotective his father was.
-Jason?
That voice, that voice, he had heard thousands and thousands of times as a child and in his nightmares, for a moment he felt all the desperation, agony and fury he felt when he rose again and knew that bruce had not avenged his death and replaced him, Only this time those feelings were not focused on bruce, and for a moment he was afraid, he was afraid to turn around and do something that He would regret
-Jason? I..
- No
That word was addressed to his father, his biological father, but in part he was also addressed to him, no, he would not let this man disturb his peace, he would not let him hurt his family, he would not let him hurt him, so that very slowly began to walk.
-Jason wait I want to talk to you please
The desperation in the voice of Willis Tood was more than evident which produced him a certain satisfaction but very soon he realized that he was tired, tired of his past, tired of this man so He took a deep breath and with all the calm that he could gain he turn and said
- Listen, I do not know why you are looking for me and I'm not interested, so I'll ask you this one time, go, I do not want to see you again.
- Wait, Jason.
- I SAID go away
- Jason son I know you hate me I deserve it, I'm seriously ill and I'll die in a short time, please leave me
- I do not care, I do not care for you, you died a long time ago for me , and I AM NOT YOUR SON
He turned around and started walking He needed to get out of there
-Jason!
Willis made the serious mistake of grabbing his arm in a desperate attempt to stop him, to the great horror of Jason at that time he wore a shirt without long sleeves so there was a skin-to-skin contact which felt detestable, it was a feeling of repulsion towards Willis Tood and for a moment he could swear to feel burning and a light picket, for a twisted moment he remembered his anguish and those nights only after the death of his mother trying to survive stealing from the garbage just to have something to eat, so with all that fury and hate he broke the nose to Willis the sound and scream that produced gave him satisfaction and see him lying there on the floor as his mother did he felt at peace as if after many long years he could return To Willis Tood all he suffered. He had already finished here
Unfortunately leaving was no longer an option because he began to feel dizzy and quickly realized that it was not a side effect of adrenaline, before he realized he was also on the ground.