Short chapter, yes, but school starts tomorrow and I wanted to update.
I do not own TT or Batman.
Jason was awoken the next morning by light evading his eyelids that had been firmly shut, attempting to block out the world. At first, he tried to ignore what he assumed was sunlight, thinking that Alfred was getting him up and he could stay in bed for another thirty minutes before Bruce came in and forced him out of bed.
He was reminded of the current situations when voices started to penetrate his near slumber state.
"Let go of me, you arrogant fool!" That was obviously Damian, with his little voice almost always yelling in anger.
"Please let go of me..." There was Cass's soft voice, rarely ever heard, and always short sentences when it was.
"Let go of me... Jay!"
Jason popped up immediately when his name was called, realizing that the younger children were truly in trouble.
Complete remembrance overcame him when he saw Slade holding Damian, Cass, and Tim's arms, dragging them towards the door.
"Get your hands off of them!" the young teen screamed as he jumped out of bed, leaving the thin blankets floating in the air, as he raced towards the villain.
"I was wondering when you would wake up," Slade says, seemingly ignoring the actual words spoken by the boy.
"What do you think you're doing?" Jason asked, hatred lacing every word.
"Taking them to the training room. I was planning on awakening you later to join them, since you worked so hard last night."
"I'll be perfectly fine to come now, if you don't mind," he snarled out.
After Jason snatched his younger siblings away from Slade, the man walked onward, his hands folded formally behind his back. The young teen stomped after him, his siblings following slowly.
When Slade opened another door, it was to what seemed like a control room. It overlooked a much larger room that housed a large, difficult looking obstacle course. Looking through it, Jason saw some parts that were normal, such as the monkey bars and tires, but the Slade bots blocking the path in multiple areas seemed a bit much.
"Jason, if you are really ready to train, you can go first," Slade said as he closed the door to the control room and motioned to a small elevator at the back of the room.
Though he glared at the villain as he did so, Jason walked into the elevator, which dropped him off at the beginning of the obstacle course. As soon as he stepped into the room, a countdown started from the number five in a slightly robotic voice.
"Five, four, three, two, one. Begin."
Jason raced forward, and completed each challenge with ease. When he reached the hoard of Slade bots, he attacked immediately, kicking and hitting them all without caring if the areas where he struck would be fatal on a human; it wasn't like they were as such, and he honestly just wanted to get this over with.
It was not long before he was at the end, which happened to exit exactly where he started, the door to the elevator slowly opening. Jason walked in quickly, wishing to return to the room where a total sicko was alone with his kid brothers and sister.
When he reentered the room, Slade started speaking.
"Decent job. It took you two minutes. Obviously it requires more practice, but good nonetheless. Cassandra?"
Cass nearly jumped when her name was spoken, but she quickly shuffled into the elevator and let the doors close behind her. Jason swiftly moved towards the window in order to watch her, worry evident on his features as the countdown started.
When she got into the course itself, though, she realized it was ridiculous for him to truly worry about Cass in this case. She moved through each challenge easier then even Jason had, her advanced training shining through.
In his fear, he had seemed to have forgotten she nearly always outperformed him during practice back in Gotham as well.
When she reached the Slade bots, she took each down with nearly elegant kick, dodges, and punches. It seemed as if no time had passed when she returned to the control room.
"A minute and a half. Very impressive, Miss Cain."
Cass glared lightly at Slade as she walked to Jason's side, ignoring the compliment.
Before Slade even got a chance to saw who was supposed to go next, Damian walked towards the elevator. If they were not in the current situation, Jason probably would have rolled his eyes at the small child's never ending need to prove himself to be the best.
When he returned a minute later, a smug smirk gracing his tiny features, it was obvious that he was sure he had done just that.
"A single minute... Amazing, though expected from someone trained in the League of Shadows. Timothy?"
Jason bit his lip as the obviously terrified Tim walked into the elevator. When the child started, he looked on nervously.
It was obvious that Tim was trying. He hopped through the first few tires flawlessly before he started to trip on them. Each task went about the same way, with Tim barely making through them.
That is, until he reached the Slade bots.
His fist went for where one of the robots were when he saw them, but it swerved before he reached it, causing the boy to fall from his own momentum. When he tried to get back up, the machines surrounded him, knocking him back over with each attempt, attacking the child fiercer with each second that passed.
"Why aren't you turning the damn things off yet?" Jason growled to Slade, trying to ignore Tim's cries of pain in the background.
"The boy needs to learn to defend himself," the man answered, his voice cold.
"Well, he's not going to be able to if he's beaten to a pulp! Turn them off!"
Slade slowly pushed a button on his wrist, and the robots shut down, collapsing around Tim's limp body.
"Why isn't Drake getting up?" Damian asked as he went on tip-toes to see through the window.
Jason, seeing that Tim couldn't move, stomped towards the elevator, going down himself. When he entered the larger room, he ran past the actual obstacles and towards his younger brother.
To say the blood coating the child's body and the ground around him made Jason angry would be the understatement of the century. When he went back up to the control room, pure hatred radiated from his being, and quickly moved to the door, Damian following curiously and Cass following sadly. He kicked the door closed as he exited and headed towards their room.
When they finally made it to Tim's bed, he gently placed the boy's injured body on the mattress, doing his best to make the rough bedding even slightly comfortable.
"I tried, Jay," Tim suddenly said, his voice weak. "I really did try."
"I know you did, Timmy. I know."
I feel bad for being mean to Timmy...
We shall see what's up with the Titans (along with Wally and Roy!) next time!