Oh my gosh! I am so sorry for the formatting catastrophe! I had it perfectly spaced but when it copied over everything went wrong I guess. Sorry for that and thanks to everyone who let me know! When I went to post the chapter originally, in Doc Manager, this itty bitty little text box came up with the copy and paste function (I can't just up load it unfortunately since my computer broke) and it screwed up everything. You can't see more than like two lines at a time so I didn't even notice. Whoops! Fixed it as soon as I found out, I hate it when people have everything in one big paragraph, it is impossible to read!

Any way, I meant to get this out way sooner. Seriously, I had this chapter done a week after the last chapter post, but as I was going to copy and paste it out of Notebook (because I'm writing this pretty much completely on my phone) and I accidentally hit paste instead of copy and the entire chapter was replaced. And there's no undo button. And it did not want to write any easier the second time!

This chapter is just causing problems all around. Hope it's worth it.

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Things took a nose dive as soon as they got home. Bruce, a flurry of rage, had stormed over to the back of the car and dragged Jason out of it and had marched the young teen to his room. Tim and Alfred had been able to do nothing but follow behind them, ready to do damage control before things were shattered beyond repair. But they never got the chance, because as soon as Bruce had let go, Jason had turned to study his face. What lever he found there, or didn't find there, it caused Jason to sneer viciously and slam the door shut in their faces. The sound of the lock clicking shut was like a punch to Tim's gut.
How had things got so bad? So fast?
Bruce left for the office immediately after changing. While Tim and Alfred continued their efforts in salvaging what was left. In vain though. No matter how much the butler asked or Tim flat out begged, Jason refused to open the door. In the end, all the pair could do was clean up the bloody footprints left in Jason's wake. After that, feeling sick and angrier at his mentor than he could ever remember ever having been, Tim took up a sentry position outside his brothers door and waited. And waited.
He heard when Jason finally started moving after almost an hour and started the shower. He sat there through the fourth minutes that followed until the water turned off and listened as Jason climbed into bed. He was there when the nightmare started, signaled by increased tossing and gasping breaths, when Jason woke violently, and when he was just as violently sick afterward. Throwing up long after there was probably anything in his stomach.
And finally, Tim painstakingly got ready for school feeling sick himself for a whole new reason. How had they missed what was going on right in front of them? What was happening every night?

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Bruce didn't come home for another week, burying himself in his work at Wayne Industries and staying at the penthouse in the city. Jason still refused to come out of his room for another three days, during which he definitely didn't eat and probably didn't drink as much as he was supposed to. The teen, at some point, had shown either an incredible amount of foresight or just an impressive amount of bat-level paranoia and had filled the hall side of his lock with something so that it couldn't be picked. It took Alfred threatening to knock down the door after two days to finally get him to open up and eat something.
When Bruce did come home though, Tim found himself almost wishing he'd go away again. Their father figure went out of his way to avoid Jason and, naturally, Jason responded by feeling hurt, resentful, and getting angry. Which had him snapping at everyone else, who were trying to help him, with all the vehemence aimed at Bruce for focused on them. Which had the few accidental interactions that did happen between the father and son were filled with disapproving looks and resulted in Jason's already razor sharp tongue getting sharper. Which had him snapping even more which cause Bruce's disapproval to grow.
The cycle was endless, and torturous, and incredibly painful to watch. Because Jason just wanted so much for Bruce to look at him the same way he did Dick or Tim. It was obvious in his eyes, underneath all the anger he piled on to try to smother that longing out.
Tim's anger at Bruce was something that also continued to grow. How could someone be so observant but completely blind to what was right in front of him or so smart but terrifyingly obvious. In an effort to compensate for this, Alfred and Tim focused their time on him; instead of splitting up for one to support Bruce through all of this. But they were a poor substitute. Similar dropping the man dying on thirst on an island in the ocean, surrounded by water but none that could save him.
**This is why he didn't come back Bruce!**

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Two weeks after the 'incident' Bruce suddenly seemed to decided that things would continue on as they had been. Before they had a teenage, amnesiac Jason Todd staying with them. Which meant that if Batman was suddenly picking up the League responsibilities that they both been neglecting for weeks, Robin was expected to as well.
So he went back to the Team when he absolutely had to, endured the questions of where he'd been and the resulting animosity when he said that he couldn't tell them -they, the originals especially, still had a big problem with the senior heroes keeping things from them- and thanked God above when Nightwing vouched for him.
Then he went home to Jason, who was getting worse, and wouldn't come back again until either a mission was given or there was a mandatory Team meeting or training session. At which time he'd go through the entire interrogation process again.
The only one that seemed to remain neutral through out the entire event was the original Roy Harper. Who had never really cared either way when it came to whether his teammates were there or not and usually made a point to never agree with any of the founding Team members if he could help it. At least until he did until he wasn't, and brought things crashing down on their heads.
His teammates had cornered him again, after a meeting when he was trying to sneak away immediately afterward to avoid exactly this. "Where do you keep disappearing to?" Conner asked bluntly. He never had been one to beat around the bush but they'd all grown tried of this routine.
"Going home." Robin answered simply.
Artemis scoffed. "Right, so you're sneaking around and ditching us again and again just to go home?"
"Uh... Yeah. Why do you guys care where I go?" Tim realized who he sounded like at the same moment the green archer did.
She threw her hands up and glared murderously at him. "God! You sound jus like **him**!" The reference to Jason was obvious, but the tone of the accusation made Tim frown. "You're even doing the same thing he did!"
"I don't get why that's so bad! I'm just going home to take care of some personal stuff. You guys don't need to make a huge deal about it."
It wasn't a lie and usually that would get them effectively off his back, at least for now, but not this time. Artemis didn't back down ever slightly.
"Because you're turning into **him**!" She spat the pronoun like a curse.
But before the hacker could open his mouth, either to object or defend he wasn't sure, someone cut him off with a hate filled snark of, "And that's the worst insult to you isn't it?"
They all turned to see Arsenal standing in the door way, glaring with a familiar, terrifying intensity and threatening air as he strode forward.
Tim knew what was about to happen: all that tension that had been building up was finally about to come to a head, everyone knew it would happen eventually but the trigger wasn't what had been expected. That had always seemed more likely to be his fixation on revenge against Luther.
"Everyone knows you guys hated him," the red head growled. Nightwing and Wally West choose that moment to make their entrance. "But are you really so far above respect for the dead?"
Aqualad stepped forward and put up his hands in a pacifying gesture. "We are simply trying to set things right before another unfortunate tragedy occurs."
Arsenal actually laughed at that, a cold, harsh, bitter sound that had Robin exchanging worried glances with his brother across the room.
"You really expect me to believe that? There was nothing tragic about it. Not to you. Not to anyone in the whole damn League! You all wanted him dead!"
Now Artemis stepped forward to meet her fellow Star City hero, so that she and he stood toe to toe. The rest of the Team stood symbolically behind her. If you drew a line between the two, they would all be standing on her side. Even Nightwing and the first Kid Flash. Tim found himself moving so that he stood right on that imaginary line, symbolic as everyone else.
In her anger, Artemis seemed to forget that she had an audience. "He was a a criminal! He didn't belong here and he never will!"
"Look in a freaking mirror, Crock! Where the hell did the Bat find you? Who's **your** father? You're just as much of a criminal as he was! And no one let you die for a murderer!"
Artemis, Superboy, Aqualad, and even Miss Martian froze, their faces turning white. Arsenal laughed again. "You think he would tell me? Thought he'd take it to his grave? That it would die with him and no one would ever know? He was my best friend." The redhead glared at each individual hero in the room, lingering a moment longer on Nightwing. "You left him for dead, to save a the Joker. Don't talk to me about tragedies."
Superboy was the first to find his footing. "That wasn't even real. It never happened."
"Did you know that though? Jay sure as hell didn't. And you guys are all about symbolism right?" Suddenly Arsenal stormed away, back into the depth of the Mountain and away from all the other teenage heroes. "I'm done."
Artemis hissed something that sounded like "Good riddance." Even Megan nodded in agreement. Sweet, compassionate, innocent Megan.
Robin stared after him, debating the wisdom of following him. The decision was ultimately taken out of his hands when his phone suddenly rang. His private one. Not the League issue communicator, not the number he used for his friends at school. Only a handful of people would call him on that. Bruce would use the comm.s and all but two were there at the Mountain with him.
"Hey, what's up?" Jason had told him he sounded like a receptionist the first time he'd answered with "hello this is Tim Drake."
"Where are you?" Came the response. Even if there was any doubt before, Jason was the only one Tim knew that tended to ignore greeting more often than not. Especially on the phone.
"Um, at the Mountain. Why?" The hacker was keenly aware of the hard gazes boring into him. Though Nightwing looked like he had an idea of who was in the other end.
"You need to get back." Now he was starting to worry.
"Okay. Why though?"
A pause. Then "I'm locked out."
Tim blinked. Once. Twice. The words still didn't make any sense to him. "Wait. What?"
"Locked out, baby bird. As in on the wrong side of the for without a key."
"You're locked out?"
"Yes. We've established that already."
"As in outside?"
"Yes. That's usually required."
Tim couldn't believe it. "You mean you actually left the house?"
Jason scoffed. "As if you could call this place a house. But yes, don't sound so surprised. I'm not an invalid or afraid of the outdoors." Tim frowned his objection. If one were to base off of the last two weeks of Jason's behavior, during which Jason had neither stepped foot outside nor showed any intention or want of doing so, they would be hard pressed to say the teen didn't have at least something against the outdoors. But he let it slid without actual comment. This was progress.
"Can't you like... Break a window or something?" Alfred was in England.
Tim could almost feel Jason's resulting scowl through the speaker. "I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that and wait for your brain to come back from where ever the hell it wandered off to."
What? Oh. "Right. Bullet proof glass."
"Welcome back, Tim's brain. Just get over here. I'm tried of standing outside."
"Yeah, okay. I'll be there. Just hang on a minute, I have to do something first."
"Just hurry up." Then Jason hung up.
Before anyone could ask him or stop him, Robin was jogging down the same passage way Arsenal had disappeared down.
He found the red head, surprisingly or maybe not so much, in front of Jason's hologram. Tim wondered if this was where Arsenal was always disappearing to.
"So," he started lamely when the other didn't even acknowledge his presence. "You knew him?"
"Best friends. Didn't ya hear?"
"Right..."
Arsenal turned to study him, much the same way Jason had in the Batmoblie the night of 'the incident'. There seemed to be a lot if similar mannerisms between them. And, like Jason, he seemed to find something. "We met in the hospital after I was de-iced. He didn't expect me to be like Red Arrow, I wasn't around to get attached to the first boy wonder. Things just kind of went from there." Tim nodded, accepting this. It made sense that would spark a friendship.
"What you said out there..." Normally Tim would too toe around the subject and nudge people toward it, so as not to set anything off, but had spent to much time with Jason. "What did you mean?"
Arsenal turned back to the hologram as the young hero came to stand by him. "Exactly what I said. They went in a mission. Jason was left for dead. Of course it wasn't real, but no one had known that at the time." Tim didn't have a response for that.
"No one can ever accuse them of being bad friends." The hacker frowned, not sure if he was actually supposed to hear that or if Roy had any idea he'd said it aloud. But the words were bitter and sounded distinctly quoted. Again, he decided it was best not to comment on it.
Which left him with no choice but to grope desperately for words to fill the awkward silence. Once again, his cell phone came to his rescue. Though he would deny forever that he jumped when it suddenly rang.
"I don't know about the weather in Rainbowland but it's frickin' raining here," Jason snapped before Tim could even get his greeting in. "As in freezing rain."
Tim bit back an exasperated sigh. Of course Jason was only mentioning this now. He'd probably been stuck outside for hours before he finally broke down and called for help the first time. The last few weeks had done nothing to quell his pride or stubbornness, even if he was lacking most if his usual enthusiasm.
"Um, no I didn't. But I'm just about finished up here."
"Well hurry the hell up and get your ass over here."
"Yeah, okay," he glanced at Roy, wondering how he was going to explain coming to find him but then just taking off. He needn't have bothered really, Arsenal was leaning against the hologram's pedestal and looking down at his feet with something the hacker couldn't figure out in his eyes. Some part of his must have been feeling bold because his brain made a decision before he'd given any approval. "I'll be right there, bringing a friend with me." And then he hung up before Jason could respond.
Feeling very bold indeed.
Roy lifted his head to regard him with suspicion. Tim simply started walking towards the stairs. "You said you were Jason's friend? Then I'm gonna need your help."
After a moment's hesitation, foot steps followed behind him.
Tim smiled.

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Roy wasn't sure what to think as he followed the hacker through the zeta tubes. Nightwing had risen when they'd walked by, but whatever he'd been about to do -try to stop them or just say something- Tim waved off and didn't give him another glance. Roy took great pleasure in giving his former team the bird as they disappeared.

I've gotten back a couple reviews so far and just thought I'd comment on a few things since I'm fixing the formatting anyway.

First: Yes the Team is acting very OOC but I'm acting under the assumption that the way the reacted to Jason as Robin would be much worse than how they took Artemis's arrival. With her, Speedy hadn't been really close to most of them and she was coming in as a new identity, trying to fit in and make nice, and Red Arrow pretty much, while not trusting her, ignored her existence. Jason wasn't so lucky. He was coming in right off the end of a huge blow up between Batman and the first Robin, he's caught in the middle of a major pissing contest of both parties, he's adopting/'stealing' their Robin's identity (who there were all very close to and considered a brother, so this would be taken as a major insult), Dick Grayson (the only one to really give Artemis a chance when she was in this situation) hates him so most are going to take their cue from him, and Jason Todd goes out of his way to please no one. He's not the type to sit back and let people walk over him, he dishes back as hard as he gets. And the Team always seemed ridiculously possessive to me when it came to their youngest member. And remember, this is technically set in the comic book universe, I'm just taking what I please from the Young Justice verse and changing it as I see fit. Though I'm considering that because this story is kind of moving away from what I had originally planned.

Second: Yes, Bruce is especially being a dick. He has the emotional maturity of an eight year old and prefers to pushing people away and ignore problems than deal with them on a personal level. He doesn't do emotions, and we all know his track record with Jason is atrocious. But he will get better. I promise, he just needs time to have his hissy fit/mid-life crisis before someone bashes him over the with reality. Only question is will it be too late? Teehee.

Do you guys agree? Totally disagree and think I need a serious reality check of Bruce Wayne proportions? Have anything to add or suggest to fill gaps? Any questions? Tell me, ask me, critique me, I love hearing feedback from you guys!

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