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Jason POV

I watched as Joker's body fell to the floor in shock, staring at the single bullet hole in between his eyes. If it had been me who shot him, I wouldn't be so shocked. But, it hadn't been me.

I looked over my shoulder, and my eyes widened even more when I saw the scene in front of me. Kori was dealing with Harley, making sure she didn't kill Tim.

Tim was shaking, his breath hitching as the gun in his hands shook so much it was rattling. "Tim." I said, my voice breathy with shock.

I thought it had been Roy before I turned around, but he was standing a frozen and shocked as I was. "Is- is he...?" Tim asked, his voice shaking with the same fear and panic that I saw in his eyes.

I swallowed, my voice dry. "Yeah, he's gone." I said, looking back at the clown.

That's all Tim needed to hear for him to drop my gun that had been kicked over, the impact of his knees hitting the ground echoing the sound of the gun as he started to sob loudly.

"Come on, kid, let's get out of here, alright?" I said, kneeling in front of Tim as I heard Kori punch Harley Quinn through the wall.

Tim nodded a little, just enough for me to know I could carry him out without him having a freak out. I picked him up gently, shocking Roy and Kori since this was a side of me that only Tim saw. But Tim was hurt, and I couldn't act like a cruel bastard just because Roy and Kori were there.

"Come on guys, lets get the hell out of here." I said, walking out with Tim crying into my shoulder, careful not to touch his stomach since he winced when I accidentally brushed my hand against his side.

"Oh, and Kori." I said, stopping at the door way to look at the red head over my shoulder.

"Yes, Jason?" Kori asked, her voice gentle.

"Burn this place to the ground." I said, walking out to the plane with Tim quickly.

"Why did it take so long?" Tim asked, his voice coming out as a hiccup.

"We aren't in Gotham, kid. That's why it took us so long to find you." I said softly, opening the plane door as I heard Kori starting to burn down the warehouse.

"Oh. I th-thought you guys le-left me for good." Tim said, his voice stuttering every now and then from the cold.

I let out a breath, careful not to show any of my anger towards Joker with Tim still here. "Well, it will take a lot more to get rid of me kid. Lets just get into the plane." I said, getting in and walking towards the few passenger seats, and setting him down on a seat with him still crying. I don't think I've seen him cry this much, ever.

"Tim, I know you feel like you need to cry, I understand, but you have to stop. I don't know how much water you've drank here, and your going to dehydrate if you cry too much." I said after 10 minutes of crying.

"It's hard, Jay. It's hard." Tim said, crying even harder.

"I know, damn it, I know more than anyone in this whole crappy world. But you have to calm down. I don't need you passing out from dehydration." I said, rubbing Tim's back carefully to not press on any bruises.

Slowly, ever so damn slowly, Tim calmed down enough to stop crying. "Is there anything broken or hurting, Timmers?" I asked, making sure to keep my voice soft even as Roy and Kori walked onto the plane.

"Everything." Tim said, leaning against the seat tiredly.

"Yeah, thought you might say that." I said, rolling up both his pant legs.

Infected cuts were scattered along his leg, bruises covering every inch of skin that wasn't cut or caked with blood. "This is going to hurt like hell, Baby Bird." I said after getting the first aid kit and putting some disinfectant onto his cuts.

Blood flowed down his lip, mixing into the dried blood on his legs as he muffled a scream that only came out as a groan. "Told you it would hurt." I muttered as I poured more on his cuts.

Tears welled up in the corner's of Tim's clenched shut eyes, but they didn't fall. "Almost finished, Kid." I muttered as I took the bandages out of the kit and started wrapping both his legs. Usually I would just put a band aid, but there were so many cuts and bruises, I couldn't use a band aid.

"I'm tired, Jay." Tim said groggily, his eyes tired and pain filled.

"Alright, kid. You don't seem to have a concussion, so you should be fine." I said, grabbing him when he slumped over and nearly fell out of the chair.

"You know, you're a good big brother." Kori muttered behind me.

I laughed ruefully at that, shaking my head. "My little brother was kidnapped by Joker, how the hell am I a good big brother?" I asked as I set Tim back up in the chair.

"So, I'm pretty sure we're not going to Gotham. Where to?" Roy asked, looking over his shoulder at me, changing the subject.

I closed my eyes for a second, thinking about where we should go. Tim always did say that he wanted to see a real sun. "Go to that private beach we went to for our last mission." I said, before taking Tim's shirt off and looking at his chest.

I could count Tim's ribs easily, and see the bruises littering them even easier. Thankfully, that seemed to be it. On the front of his chest at least.

I turned Tim over, then wished I hadn't. Whip marks were on his back along with the marks of a belt, some that were obviously from Joker since they were so fresh. But there were some older than the others, probably ones from the first time Joker beat him mixed in with burn marks. It made me sick.

I set Tim down quickly, but gently, then ran towards the tiny bathroom in the plane to throw up. "Jason, are you alright?" Kori asked through the door, just when I flushed the toilet.

I washed my mouth out quickly, then walked out without talking. "Jason, what is it?" Kori asked as I took off my jacket and put it over Tim since I wouldn't be able to put his bloody cloths back on.

"What the hell do you think, Kori?! My little brother looks like a beaten up rag doll, and it's partly my fault! That's what's wrong." I said, plopping into a seat.

Kori opened her mouth to say something, probably something that would piss me off even more, but Roy stopped her when he said, "Just leave him be, Kori."

Kori left with a frown, but joined Roy at the co-pilot's chair. And with the knowledge of knowing they weren't looking, I leaned my head into my hands between my legs, and I started to cry for the first time ever since I was hurt by Joker.

Tim POV

People think it's sad when kids get scared of nightmares after traumatic events. Most people would think it's sadder when you've learned to not show your having a nightmare in fear someone would come and hit you with a crowbar. People would be even sadder when they learn that your so used to the nightmares that, until you get a new one, you're not even scared of it anymore. I went through all three stages, and it's probably only thanks to the second stage that I didn't move around in my sleep and hurt myself more. It's thanks to the third that no one woke me up.

After waking up from a dream filled with crowbars, fire, and laughter, my body felt like a bundle of pain filled nerves as I cracked my eyes open. Real sunlight, not like the sunlight in Gotham, poured through a window in a room I don't remember being in. "Good morning, sleeping beauty." A gruff voice said from next to me.

I slowly moved my head to the side, my breath quickening when I saw a red headed man I didn't know. "Calm down, kid. I'm Roy, I helped get you away from the Joker, remember?" He asked, trying to calm me down without touching me.

What did he mean? I didn't remember being taken away from Joker. As if waiting for it's cue, memories flooded into me, a loud bang of a gunshot ringing through my head. "Oh." I said, calming down enough to breathe right.

I looked around the room, wondering why I was in what looked like a hotel room. "Where am I? Where's Jay?" I asked, squinting at the light pouring into the room.

"I'll get Jason, so he can explain it all to you." Roy said before walking out of the room, the door clicking behind him quietly.

I nodded, then closed my eyes again to block out the light. If this is was a real sun was like, then it wasn't much wonder I was so pale from the dim light of Gotham. "Hey kid, don't go back to sleep." Jason said, flicking me in the forehead lightly, his footsteps so soft I didn't hear him.

"I'm not. It's just... really bright." I said, opening my eyes again.

"Yeah, I figured you'd say that. You always did say you wanted to see a real sun, Timmy, here it is." Jason said, chuckling a little bit.

"I know, I just never thought it would be so bright." I mumbled, sitting up slowly.

Jason helped me, keeping a hand on the nape of my neck to keep me steady. "Hungry, kid?" Jason asked, only to be answered by my growling stomach, making me blush.

"Yeah. How long have I been out, Jay? I feel like I've been asleep forever." I muttered as Jason helped me stand up.

"Not forever, just two days. I'll be back soon." Jason said, leaving to get food for me. The door clicked shut behind him, and suddenly, I wished Jason was here again. He would have stopped me from think, at least.

I thought back to the night two days ago, remembering how everything had changed so suddenly. Joker and Harley were electrocuting me like usual, saying things that I tried to deny but couldn't because of the pain. Then, Jason and his group just busted in.

The relief and happiness that flooded into me at seeing Jason that moment was almost enough to make all the pain from the electricity disappear. Right after I felt that relief, I realized the electricity had actually been turned off by Arsenal. Though, that led to another problem.

Arsenal had tried to get me out right after, and I didn't know him. I hadn't known if he would hurt me or not, or if he was actually trying to save me. That led to me trying to get away from him, which surprisingly, didn't piss him off. Not like it would if he were Joker.

The only time I trusted him, the only reason I trusted him now, was because Jason told me to go with him. That meant Jason trusted him, and if Jason could trust him... I guess I could too. After I got out of the restraints, things started to get... crazy.

Jason had obviously pissed at Joker, it wasn't hard to see when he fought him with so much anger that he couldn't land a hit. Though, that also might have been because of the sad fact that he looked like he hadn't eaten or slept for a long time. I wonder, if that was because of me.

But, when I saw Joker hit Jason hard enough to send him to the ground, the worry that Jason might be losing because of me left my brain. I saw the gun Joker hit away, and I picked it up despite Arsenal trying to get me to get out with him.

My breath had been shallow at that point, slowing my heartbeat as the sounds around me quieted. My fingers moved on their own, just the way I remembered when Dad was forcing me to learn how to shoot a gun at a shooting range he took me to. And before I could even understand what happened, my finger pressed against the trigger.

After the bang, all the noise just- stopped. The red headed woman that went in with Jason and Harley looked over, and I remembered Harley starting to lunge at Jason. It wasn't hard to believe that he shot Joker, considering he had a gun in his hand too. But Jason knew it had been me, and turned to stare at me when Joker fell over with a bullet in between his eyes. Oh gosh-

I gagged, bile rising into my throat. I killed Joker. I killed him.

I looked around, my eyes landing on another I didn't notice that was cracked open enough for me to see tile you would see in a bathroom. My feet hit the ground seconds later, the pain screaming at me to stop moving as I ran into the bathroom.

I knelt next to the toilet, lifting the seat to puke whatever meager amount of food I had in my stomach into the toilet. Tears welled in my eyes, slipping down my face when I knew what would happen because of it.

Jason didn't have a problem with killing, that had been obvious. I knew he wouldn't blame me for it either. But, Bruce wouldn't. And as weird as Bruce was, he was more of a father than Willis ever had.

Bruce, in a way, filled a void Jason could never fill, no matter how much he tried. And... now he wouldn't want me. "Shh. It's alright, Tim." A soft voice that was definitely not Jason's said, long nails carding through my hair.

My eyes snapped open, and I looked at the red headed woman who rescued me with Jason, groaning when I finally finished puking. Had she been in here the entire time? "Do not worry, I was only brushing my teeth. Are you alright?" She asked as I gripped the toilet's seat so tightly my fingers were turning white.

"No. My breath smells like shit." I said weakly, trying not to think about how Bruce would never forgive me. I broke his only rule, and I would be lucky if the man even looked at me now.

She squeezed my shoulder a little, helping me stand up. "I got him Kori." Jason said from the door way, walking towards me when I started to stumble.

She frowned, obviously worried, but nodded and let Jason pick me up and carry me back to the bed. "I figured you would do that sooner or later. Better now before you actually eat something than later when you finish eating." Jason muttered, setting me back down on the bed.

"I guess." I muttered, shivering from the sudden lack of body heat.

Jason frowned, sitting on the other side of the bed. "What's bothering you, Baby Bird? Trust me, if you don't get it out now, it will fester up inside you until you do something horrible. And, well, you've seen what I've done." Jason asked, pulling me closer towards him.

Tears gathered in my eyes again, but this time, they fell down my face like a waterfall as sobs worked into my throat. Jason's eyes softened, and I pressed my face into his chest. "I killed Joker." I said, sobs cutting into my voice.

"Yeah. I know kid." Jason said, rubbing my back soft enough to not hurt.

"But Jay, Bruce... he's going to hate me now." I muttered, sobbing harder into his chest.

For a long time Jason didn't say anything, just rubbing my back as I cried into his shirt. After the silence, Jason finally said, "I don't know what he'll do Tim, and I'm not going to say everything will be fine, because that's bullshit. But your my little brother. I'm not going to make you go through this alone." Jason said, making me feel slightly better than before.

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