Chapter 7: Blood Brothers

Dick's POV

School had just ended and I was sitting in the back of the limo talking to Alfred. I could see Jason trudging along slowly towards us. It was weird; normally Jay was the first one here. He couldn't wait to get out of school.

He slid into the seat beside me and closed the door. He was facing the window.

"Master Jason, how was your day?" Alfred asked while glancing in the rearview mirror.

He merely shrugged and added, "Okay, I guess."

I could tell something was wrong.

Alfred glanced back into the mirror and asked, "Do you wish to discuss it?"

Jay shook his head. "I'm fine. Nothing's wrong."

I laid my hand on his shoulder. "Jay, if something's wrong, you can tell me about it. I won't-"

"I said I was fine!" he growled.

********Break********

About half an hour after we got home, I walked into Jason's room. He was lying on his bed, curled up against his teddy bear. I could tell that he had been crying.

I climbed onto his bed and reached over and pulled him onto my lap. Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled him close.

"What's wrong, Littlewing?" I asked gently.

He only shook his head against my chest.

"You can tell me anything. Did something happen at school?"

"I don't wanna talk about it." he answered sternly.

"I can't make things better if you won't tell me what happened."

He looked up at me with red, puffy eyes. "You can't change it."

I was slightly confused. "What can't I change? Little brother, please talk to me."

"I'm not your little brother!" he screamed while pushing me away.

That hurt. It really hurt.

"Jason, you are my baby brother… and I love you." I said calmly, while trying not to show how hurt I was.

Tears were falling from his eyes. "You can't love me and I can't love you! We're not real brothers! And Bruce isn't our real dad! We can't love him and he can't love us!"

"Jason, Bruce says you don't have to be blood related to be a family. And I still love you whether we have the same blood or not. Bruce loves you too. You wouldn't be here right now if we didn't love you." I said while pulling him close.

"But… but … we don't have the same blood." He said while pushing me away again.

I rolled my eyes. Was he not listening? What did he want me to do? Fake a blood test? Fake adoption papers? Fake a birth certificate? Sometimes I think he ignores me.

I seized his wrist and dragged him out of bedroom, down the hallway, and into Bruce's bathroom. I then bent down and set him on the countertop.

"Do you want to be real brothers?" I asked while looking him in the eye.

His eyes met mine and he nodded.

I reached over into the shower and removed Bruce's razor.

"Okay Jay. I'm going to make us blood brothers. That means if I cut my hand and you cut yours and we hold hands, we'll be real brothers."

His eyes looked up at me in amazement. "How do you know?" he asked skeptically.

"Because… it's an extremely old tradition that started like a billion years ago. It's how people can become real brothers and sisters. We learned about it in history."

"Really?" he asked in amazement.

Actually I saw it in a movie, but there was no way I was going to tell him that. "Yes. You ready?"

"Do it."

I sliced a thin line into my hand and one onto his hand with the razor. As we held onto each other, a few drops of blood splattered onto the marble counter. That's when Bruce walked in.

Bruce's POV

Upon entering my bathroom, I was greeted by Dick cutting Jason and blood landing all over my counter. What were they thinking!

Dick's face turned scarlet as Jason yelled, "Bruce! Guess what! We're blood brothers!"