Title: JayLad

Words: 12694

Rating: T

Fandom: Batman

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Richard Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, and Alfred PennyWorth

Summary: Jason gets sick, goes out and fights -I know, D U M B- but he runs into the bats. Jason is pretty young in this story and he is still recovering from the after effects of all that happened with him and the pit. And, I may have thrown canon right out of the window from a plane down into the recessing pool of ocean... What I'm saying is that Jason gets a hug from his FREAKING Dad. Okay. Imagine that. Happy Ending.


Chapter 6: The Encore

Summary:

"What was Bruce THINKING!"

"He was thinking that it was about time that his son-"

"HE WASN'T! HE NEVER THINKS!"


"And where are you going Master Jason?"

Slowly turning his head, it was only then he noticed the British eagle eyes peering. "Oh hey Alfie... Just some fresh air?"

"With your leg out the window?"

"Haven't you heard that fresh air does wonders for boredom?"

Pulling his leg back into the room with reluctance the window shut closed as Alfred flipped the latch.

"Shall we try the telly instead?"

"Yea sure, sounds great."

With one hand on each of his shoulders, he was led out of the room. No wonder his guest room didn't have windows. At night it would make his escape to easy.

"Preferable away from any windows of course."

Giving a reassuring nod, "Of course."

Alfie and him, they were cool.


Now this, this was not so cool. Freaking flip on a stick. Stomach, hurt. Chest, Hurt. Head, hurt. Twinges, yes. Cramps, unfortunately yes. Everything hit him worse than a sucker punch. A groan at his misery, he rolled his eyes to the tv.

His body was screaming to run away as far as possible and as quick. He couldn't trust... anyone. Though, he literally couldn't do ANYTHING. Each step felt like a bolt of electricity.

Crossing his arms over his midsection he chugged some water curling in further on the couch. The television was an hypnotic hum in the background of his raging thoughts. What he would give for his phone right now. Heh, perhaps he could give his appendix... Not the time nor the place. The mini Alfred that lived in his head spoke.

It had been what, three days now? The blur of days intermingled all together and he couldn't count offhand the amount of times that he had fallen asleep on the couch and woken up in bed. At the very least he could walk to the bathroom by himself now. Or at least hobble.

No run in's with Bruce or the big bird since he had woken up, which unnerved him. What were they planning? Although it was hard to tell when and where they were when they were tip toeing around him. Which he didn't mind; he is all for some peace, but gee it wasn't like he was going to implode- okay, wait not the best analogy at the moment considering- from what he heard- his insides did explode. Which, no not pleasant.

Next time he saw Leslie, she was gonna kill em'.

The demon kid, he clearly remembered was staring at him the first day upon waking up. Now he walked on edge.

Didn't want anyone taking him to the slammer unexpectedly. Especially Arkham.

Wincing he buried his head into the underside arm of the couch as if that could take the nagging pain away. Who knows when he would be allowed out of here especially with Alfred the body guard on watch.

With a sag at his eyes, he forced them open.
No sleep. Not now. He was too tired to dream.

A week, a WHOLE #### WEEK. That was how long he had been out of it battling some infection before waking up three days ago. That is what Alfred had told him. He could always trust Alfred.

Gingerly shuffling his bandaged wrist he placed it to his side. He probably should take the pain med's Alfie gave em'. Alfie was someone he could trust, and if they were gonna throw him in the slammer they would have already done so, right?

Groaning at the irate situation he mushed his face into the seat cushion. Just where was he stuff? Why couldn't he leave? Or at the very least wished he had the energy to find it. Sinking lower in the couch he shoved his feet in the inside cushions of the couch. With the way he was feeling if they planned on hauling him up and outta here then he's taken the couch with em'.

Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
No. No. No.

He couldn't. Not when nightmares so freely roamed around the corner.

He needed to be on guard... Alert... Yawing, his body was about to give in when-

"Jason Todd- The former son of Billionaire Bruce Wayne, has been- You won't believe it, Found alive. We will have more information after this commercial break."

Sitting upright with a snap of his neck his eyes flared.

Who made... him... UNDEAD?


"Jason, I ask you to please calm down. Your stitches."

"I won't calm down ALFRED... I can't!"

Grabbing both sides of his head he felt frustrated.

"What was Bruce THINKING!"

"He was thinking that it was about time that his son-"

"HE WASN'T! HE NEVER THINKS!"

Tears ebbed at his eyes. Lungs Constricting. Head spinning.

He wasn't ready for this. What was next? What was being planned? What-

Nausea.

Rushing over to the sink at the speed of the Penguin running, he tripped slightly grabbing the edge of the kitchen sink. He choked.

Something patted against his back holding his midsection.

Hurling, everything swarm in waves around him.

There were voices, but no words could be attached to what they were saying.

Groaning he felt himself slump forward as his positioned remained in place.

Coughing up mainly bile he squeezed his eyes shut. It was hot. Too hot.

"Ma-" Words faded. "Ja-"

This was a mistake. He should have left.

"He Didn't even ask me if that's what I would have wanted..." A voice that sounded detached from himself slurred.

Coughing again, he ran his hands over his face.

###, he didn't know what he wanted but surely not this. Right? He didn't belong here.

He never did.

Wheeze.

Breathes became few and far between.

"I'm Sorry." A voice said blurred in the muddled feelings.

He couldn't care less. Air. Air. AIR.

"Bruce." A sharp bat shaped boomarang clenched tightly within his fists.

He couldn't breathe.

No response. Where was Bruce?

Something wet dripped down the sides of his palms.

Everything was blossoming in dark edges and spots.

Dizzy.

Oxygen. He needed it. Why wouldn't his chest move!

JUST BREATHE!

Stumbling a bit against the cold concrete he felt.. scared.

Hands pressed firmly against his shoulders.

The batarang must have fallen on the ground.

Wheeze.

Squeezing his eyes shut something held him wrapping something over top of him

"Jason."

This was a bad idea. He knew Bruce Wayne couldn't be safe. Why was there this cave... why was there weapons here?

"Tell me what you need."

"Air." A raspy tone choked out as he was leaning his head into who ever was hugging him. Bruce.

The cologne that Bruce wore grounded him. It was familar. Safe.

"Concentrate on your breathing kiddo. In and out."

Breathing a short breath in, he breathed a short breath out.

"Good. Good. You are doing good."

It didn't feel like he was making any progress at first. However,

"That is good kid."

Continuing to follow in the same pattern the weight on his chest began to lift naturally.

"I'm proud of you."

The spots began to disappear and he was able to see a bit clearer now.

"Jason, Good-"

"-Job."

Choking a sob someone embraced him.

"It's okay. It's Okay."

Looking up he took note. He was on the kitchen floor if he had to surmise. Exhaustion. He was tired.

"Of course you belong here. Your always welcomed home."

"Bruceth." A hiccup resounded.

He felt as if he should shuffle away, this was uncharted territory. But the touch. It felt so nice. How long has it been since-

Failing to sniffle back another sob he realized, Bruce was hugging him.

"Shh... it's okay.."

In that moment. Bruce hugged him. Actually hugged him. And in that moment he realized this is exactly what he had wanted.

Leaning further he cradled himself. So tired. He was so tired. With his body screaming at him to run, it also screamed at him to stay.

This was a risk, what if he was taken back to Arkham-

"Never again JayLad. Never Again." A voice said while rubbing a hand through his hair.

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