I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING
(I know that the ages are inaccurate, but I am making them like this for the story)
Dick (Nightwing): 24
Jason (Red Hood): 21
Tim (Red Robin): 19
Damian (Robin): 17
Found (Sequel to L0$T)
Jason watched, mortified, as Tim, decked out in a new Red Robin costume, threw bright red pellets that seemed to be emitting electrical currents, at all the men in the room. All men fell to the floor in an instant, allowing Ti-Red Robin to pick up all the cargo off of the floor to inspect it.
Jason seemed to have finally snapped out of his revere as he finally revealed himself to his supposed little brother. If the man standing before Jason was surprised, he most certainly did not show it while wearing the seemingly new mask.
Being this close, Jason was able to see the new Red Robin get-up. The inner parts of the armor gave the appearance of a robin's red belly as there was only red around his chest and abs. The rest of the costume was black, minus the utility strap that spread in an X shape across his chest just like the original, only this new one was gray. As for the cowl, it was gone. Replaced with a crimson mask to match the red on his chest. Tim's longish hair was cut short into a gelled-up spike cut with one red streak on the left side. All-in-all, this new Red Robin seemed much more dangerous than the anxiety stricken Tim Drake the Bat Family has been searching for.
"Jason." Red Robin nodded respectfully, as if he was greeting a teacher and not his brother that he hasn't seen in months.
Jason grit his teeth and clenched his fists in a way to calm himself, "That's how you greet me?" Red Robin tilted his head to the side, as if he were a friggin puppy. Jason mentally scoffed, "I haven't seen you in months. Hell, I haven't even heard from you in months! Where the hell have you been? And better yet, why the hell are you purchasing heroin? You're not a fuckin' dumbass, you gotta have a reason, Timmy."
Red Robin remained impassive throughout Jason's rant before replying, "I am not buying heroin, Jason. I may have been gone for a little bit, but you should be relieved to know that I have not become an addict in that time," Jason was relieved but the news but remained disgruntled because of the way Tim spoke. He sounded too much like Batman. Not Bruce. Batman.
"What the fuck happened to you, kid."
With that statement, Jason finally got a reaction from Tim, but it was not the one he was expecting. Tim laughed. Laughed like the fucking Joker. Laughed like someone just told the greatest joke on this planet. Tim raised an armored arm and jabbed a finger in Jason's chest.
"That," he continued to laugh, "is why I left." Jason stared at him confusedly. What happened to him? "I'm not a fucking kid anymore, Jason! I'm not someone who can be pushed around or coddled! You treated me like a piece of glass that someone would throw to the ground and step on! Damian would treat me as if I were an insolent child that he was able to frown upon, as if i wasn't older than him and he wasn't a kid! Dick thinks of me as a doll that some eleven year old girl would pull the arms off of!" Jason stared in shock as Tim continued his rant. At least he would learn why the baby bird flew off.
"But Bruce, oh, Bruce was the worst! He treated Tim as a child but then expected Red Robin to act like a wise leader! He expected me to act like a rich brat in public and a humble hero at night! Do you know what that can do to someone! I already had to stay quiet and act like nothing happened behind closed doors when I had my parents, but now I have to be like that with Bruce too!" Jason looked at Tim with sympathy swimming in his eyes, he knew how Tim's parents were assholes and once again, he was reminded that Tim would never be able to forget that.
Tim gripped the sides of his head and started to slightly tug at his freshly cut hair in frustration, "It messes with my head! Thinking everything will change and thinking I will be away from that emotional torture when I was taken in by Bruce, only to have the same shit occur again! I didn't want to do that anymore, Jason." He ended on a quieter note.
Jason cautiously walked closer to his younger brother, making sure that Tim would not lash out in his emotionally compromised state. He carefully wrapped his arms around Tim and pulled him to his padded chest. "Shhh, it's okay, Timmy. Why don't we head to where you've been staying? Does that sound good?" Jason could feel the smaller man nodded give him a holo-watch. "When the fuck were these invented?" Jason thought to himself as he inspected the watch.
Tim touched a button that was shaped like an arrow before a GPS appeared on the watch's face. Jason saw that the blue line lead to an apartment building three blocks away. "Okay, baby bird. We'll be there soon." Jason ran his hand through Tim's hair, remembering that it calmed him and pulled out his grappling gun, getting ready to travel to the apartment.
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Jason finally landed on the top fire escape of the run-down apartment complex and inspected each window sill, seeing if he could decipher which one belonged to the younger male in his arms. Sensing the hesitance in Jason's stance, Tim pointed towards one of the window sills to Jason right that had a strange potted plant on it.
"You know," Jason remarked as he made his way towards the window carefully, "that succulent is a sign that you are becoming emotionally unstable. I mean, next you'll be putting up eucalyptus candles and dream catchers. Damn, Timmy, Alfred would not be proud." Jason didn't have to look to know that Tim was currently giving him a glare that would make any other grown man shed a tear.
"I'm just kidding," Jason said placatingly, "kinda."
He used Tim's foot, who let out something akin to a whine, to pry open the window and stepped through before taking a long look round. The apartment was darkened without a single light on. The only light source was what peaked through the open window along with the cold gusts of wind wind that would normally accompany Gotham at night.
Jason made his way to what he thought was a couch, he was correct, and placed Tim on it before going on a short journey, ten seconds, to find the light switch. once the room was fully illuminated, he was finally able to fully inspect that small apartment. To his left was a kitchen just big enough for maybe two people, a dining room table that was small but looked comfortable enough for one to enjoy a dinner on it, and a small bookshelf with miscellaneous books placed on it. To his right, the plush couch that Tim was now laying on, a larger bookshelf with an identical one right next to it. All in all, the place was very bleak, but livable.
Jason took off his helmet and mask, placing them on the dining table along with his jacket and made his way over to the couch his little brother was occupying. He sighed as he lifted Tim's legs, sitting in their place, and placed them over his lap. Tim stayed silent. Jason stayed silent. Both of them mulling over the current of thoughts and memories that was currently washing over them.
Jason was remembering the day he learned Tim was gone. He remembered the aching pain of dread that flooded his senses; his mouth felt dry, he could fell his pulse in his hears and he smelt a coppery smell akin to blood.
Tim was remembering the day he chose to leave. At first, he planned on leaving for a few days, but then he was reminded of how his family and friends treated him and he wanted to prove that he was not a child by living on his own. Tim moved to this new town to start a new life where no one knew him enough to treat him as if he were a petulant child. He was watching that drug ring for over two weeks before he caught them. Now Jason has found him. Why did things always have to go wrong? He was doing so well too! He hasn't hurt himself in a month and he didn't let his depression control him once. Not once! Why did this have to happen? Why did Jason have to find him? And why is he feeling homesick?
Jason looked down at Tim and the two held each other's gazes. Both searching the other's for answers to their unanswered questions, as if a single look had the ability to tell all.
As if he found something he was looking for, proof maybe, Jason took a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut before opening them once more and looking at Tim with hesitance, as if he were about to say something that would-
"Do you want to go home?"
For once...
Tim's mind went silent.
A/N: PLEASE READ THE WHOLE THING IT IS VERY IMPORTANT
IT HAS BEEN ONE YEAR SINCE I STARTED THIS STORY. WHAT.
Wow, this is amazing. I honestly didn't think I would still be continuing this (tho I am pretty inactive. Sorry) and I would just like to thank all of you. Thank you so much for still supporting me and thank you for understanding why I took some time off. Y'all are so sweet and I am grateful for all of you :.)
MY BIRTHDAY IS TODAY (July 23) AND IT IS ALSO NATIONAL BATMAN DAY! ISN'T THAT AWESOME?! I share a birthday with the day people commemorate my favorite comic book hero. Wow.
I will try to update this weekend with the third an final installment of L0$T and Found ;) Can y'all guess how old I'll be turning?
As you may have seen, I tried to add a lot of detail to this chapter. That is because I have been trying to become a better writer instead of just sticking to how I normally write. I am trying to push my self and open myself up to different styles of writing. I hope you all will support me with my new writing style and maybe you could possibly give tips? Maybe there's something you find strange about my writing? Feel free to leave a review telling me how I could improve! :)
Also, sorry for the slow updates, my grandmother is visiting and she sleeps in my room because it is also the guest bedroom. I have a desktop computer so it's kind of hard to type when I'm not staying in the same room that the computer stays in. However, I am looking into purchasing a laptop so I will be able to write even when guests are in my room :D
Thank y'all again for everything! 3
