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Makes me feel kinda bad with what happens in this chapter... Ehehe... *Hides behind Bruce* Don't kill me!

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It seemed like time stretched on, long and uncomfortable, once the trio made it back to Jason's room. Two standing there awkwardly while the third sat upon his bed staring to the far side of the room and avoiding looking at the other two. Apparently Dick was allowed to stay having a better idea of what the fuck was wrong with Jason than the other birds being the one who knew him longer. So of course he thought he had a right to be there with Bruce during this 'talk' that was sure to ensue any moment.

While they had gone up the stairs Jason had stayed deathly silent. Well as silent as he could with a chest that sounded like a congested smokers lungs. The elder robin had tried to spark a conversation between the two but one look from the younger and he shut up. He didn't know if it was good Bruce had been silent or not on the way up.

Now here they were waiting for one of them to speak. Silence hanging heavy in the air as the topic was surely to be an uncomfortable one. One Jason always tried to avoid whenever around any of the Batfamily because they just didn't get it. He had already promised himself to knock someone's teeth in if they said they understood what he was going through once again. None of them died, by the hands of the Joker, and clawed their way out of their own fucking grave.

None of them were tossed into the Lazarus Pit in hopes of fixing the deluded state he had been in when he crawled free. It made his blood boil whenever someone said stupid shit like that. How about I throw them into the Lazarus Pit and then we can see if they understand. He welcomed the bitter thought and delved into it a little more.

That is until the fingers snapped in front of his face and he jerked out of his thoughts. Instantly he followed the arm of the hand and glared darkly up at Dick who had a sheepish look on his face.

"We were calling your name for two minutes there. Had to make sure you were still with us." He explained as he looked to Bruce with something akin to relief that Jason had responded. Bruce just shifted where he stood, arms crossed and face emotionless as he stared at the wayward Robin.

"Sadly I still am here." Jason rasped with a blank gaze to the other two causing Dick to flinch. There was a hidden meaning under his words which he knew both easily understood. Being the disappointment he was to the family, he shouldn't have even been there before them. Instead he should have been a body buried six feet under.

"Jason…" Bruce began uneasily trying to carefully pick apart his words. Always had to be careful around the murderous vigilante. Unless they wanted to piss him off more. Another way to set him apart from the rest. "About what happened downstairs….."

"Stop. Stop right there." He held up one hand to silence the elder and glared at both of them icily. "I already said I didn't want to talk about it. Why the fuck are you still enduring?" Only cold hatred filled his voice as he raised an eyebrow towards both older men.

"Jaybird, you can't keep all these emotions pent up. It's bad for your health. Literally!" Dick tried to persuaded his younger troubled brother who always pushed them away when they just wanted to help. "Do you really want to die again?" At the look on Jason's face he knew he royally fucked up.

Even Bruce's face portrayed shock that Dick, Dick, of all people just said that. To Jason.

"N-No! That's not w-what I meant!" The elder Robin began to try and correct his stupid mistake but Jason slowly stood up. Before he knew what happened Dick was lying on the floor dazed and his face hurting immensely. Jason loomed over him with fire burning in his eyes and breathing labored.

Bruce tried to step in but the younger just grabbed Dick and pinned him against the wall. Though he was sick he was still bigger than Dick by a few inches so it was no problem. A prick of fear filled Dick's eyes as he saw the look Jason had. Pure anger and pain.

"Don't you EVER fucking say something like that again." He practically snarled out at the other man as he tightened his grip. "Or I swear to fucking god I will rip your tongue out!" Then he pulled away and Dick crumpled to the floor blinking in shock and holding his surely broken nose.

"Jason…" Bruce came up and put his hand on Jason's shoulder but the younger jerked away snarling dangerously.

"Get out." It was clear how upset he was with how he trembled slightly. His back was to both men as he clenched his fists tightly. When neither made a move to leave he slammed his fist into the wall creating a fist sized hole. "I SAID GET OUT!" Jason screamed to both of them causing them to jerk back in surprise.

Without another thought Dick scrambled up and quickly moved to the door, Bruce just a few steps behind. As he made his way out of the door he caught sight of his adoptive father casting a broken glance back to Jason before he closed the door behind him and headed down the hall-way. Leaving Dick standing at his younger brother's door staring at it with regret and guilt building in his heart. I'm sorry Jason….

Slowly he turned around and began to head away from the door, barely catching the sounds of what he thought to be soft sobbing before he was out of earshot.

It was only fifteen minutes after Bruce and Dick left his room and Jason was still seething with many emotions. Anger, pain, betrayal, and grief. Just when he was starting to actually think that maybe he could get used to being a part of this family again. Become one of them again and never feel lonely again. Of course something was going to be said to pluck the strings of his already hurting heart. It just hurt that his older brother was the one to say that. In such a casual way as well.

His own death was still a hard subject for Jason. It's been six years and he still has nightmares about the god awful event. The worst part about it was the fucking shrine to him down in the Batcave. Not that Bruce had his old suit put up like it was or the words that were splayed down below. Soldier. Friend. Not son. Never a son.

Those weren't what burned him the most. It was the fact that it was still down there. Jason wanted to tear down the damn shrine because he wasn't gone. He was alive. He wasn't fucking dead. But Bruce still kept it up and never even thought to take it down. Jason knew it was because Bruce believed the old Jason was dead. The one he found stealing tires off the Batmobile. A street rat with a mom who overdosed and a father who abandoned him long ago.

The Jason he raised and trained to become his second Robin. Who died at the hands of the Joker so long ago. Bruce didn't like what crawled out of the grave of his adopted son. What crawled out was a monster that was bloodthirsty and just as dangerous as all the inmates at Arkham.

With his jaw set Jason grabbed his old backpack he knew he stored under the bed long ago and began to grab warm clothing. Setting it in the bag as well as the medicine Alfred had decided to leave for the wayward Robin so he could have some peace of mind for a few hours. Putting on the snow boots and warm jacket from his closest, ignoring the snug feeling to the boots, he grabbed his packed bag and began to head for the window.

Dick's words echoing in his mind as he carefully opened it and slipped out onto the snow covered roof. He wasn't going to stay a minute longer. Not after that confrontation.

Paying no mind to the bitter cold and lashing snow he carefully slipped down the roof and stumbled as he jumped and landed a few feet away. Thanking god for the thick snow to pad his fall as he stood up and brushed the snow from himself as best he could before making a beeline for the way he always used to sneak out over the mansion walls when he was younger.

The large tree with branches stretching over the wall aided his rather clumsy escape. His lungs ached from the cold and he began to cough once again, wincing at the pain in his chest. When it subsided he began to trek away from the mansion. Bag over his shoulder as he leisurely walked towards the city. It would be a while before the oth-

"Jason!" A voice called out from the mansion and that was when he knew someone noticed him missing.

Shit. He thought as he picked up his pace and trudged faster through the snow. It wouldn't be long before Bruce was brought into this and he would track the second Robin down with ease. Then forcefully drag his sorry ass back to the mansion. Probably under his version of house arrest while he is at it.

There was no way he would be going back there. Not after what just transpired not long before.

(Five Minutes Before)

Dick was sat slumped at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee sitting before him half empty. He had come down there to talk with Alfred after the confrontation with Jason. Which he still felt awful for.

"You should have seen the look on his face… I don't think I have ever seen him so angry….. Or upset…" He had told the faithful butler as he ran a hand over his face and groaned softly. Alfred had listened to Dick retell the entire tale in silence as he fixed up breakfast for the family.

"Master Jason is still rather bothered by any mentions of his death. His actions early this morning proved so." The Englishman stated calmly as he handed over the cup of coffee Dick was drinking now. "Just give him some time to calm down and maybe then you can sort this out with him. He isn't completely unreasonable. Just stubborn." A small smile quirked over his face at that.

"That he is Alf. That he is." So he stayed there for a solid ten minutes before the guilt of his words consumed him and he decided to go see if Jason was calm. If not then he would take whatever abuse the younger would throw at him. Anything to get him to expel the emotions and calm him down.

Jason always did have a tendency to calm down once he finished beating the living life out of something. Maybe Dick could repay him by letting the younger hit on him until he was completely satisfied. Anything to make it up to him….

With a heavy heart he slowly ascended up the stairs to go confront the ill-tempered robin but stopped short at the door. One hand raised in a fist ready to knock gently on the door. He bit his lip as he listened to the silence of Jason's room. Unsure if it was because the younger was asleep or brooding heavily. Dick hoped for the former as he carefully knocked on the door. Soft and polite.

As no answer reached his ears he carefully opened the door and peeked his head in. Only for his heart to drop instantly as he saw the opened window with snow pouring in from outside. Quickly he rushed to the window and saw evidence of someone heading down the roof. Damn it Jason!

He poked his head out and cupped his hands over his mouth. "Jason!" He called out in hopes his brother hadn't gotten far and was within ear-shot. No answer. Panic consumed him as he hurriedly shut the window and rushed out of the room passing a confused Tim who had his mouth open in question.

But Dick paid him no mind as he practically jumped down the stairs and made his way for the entrance of the Batcave where Bruce had descended to think and work on some progress reports. He needed to be quick. They didn't have much time. Jason could already be freezing to death and it would be all his fault.

"Bruce!" The younger man yelled as he finally reached the bottom and darted towards his mentor with wide eyes. Bruce was slightly startled as he stared at Dick. Flustered and out of breath from his exertion.

From where he entered Tim, Damian, and Alfred all appeared. Having become curious as to what was wrong with the oldest Robin.

"Dick, what is it?" Bruce asked calmly as he leveled his gaze with the younger man. Noting the panic and worry that filled his eyes. Dread filled his heart as he guessed what was wrong.

"Jason's gone!"