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The next morning, when Jason woke up he didn't feel different. He groggily rubbed his eyes and turned his head to see the clock. It read 12:30 pm.

He frowned. Usually he wouldn't sleep this late. He never slept this late. Nightmares were mostly the cause. He shrugged it off though. Sometimes he was lucky and wouldn't get nightmares. Sometimes.

He got up and immediately noticed the pain all over him. It felt like he got ran over by a bulldozer. Literally.

He sluggishly made his way to the bathroom. He open the door and went to the sink. He eyed the asprin on the edge and took it. He got a cup he kept in there and filled it. He swallowed the pills with the water. As he reached to put the aspirin back into the mirror cabinet he froze.

The person he was looking at in the mirror was not him. Or at least not what he looked like. The person had teal eyes and completely messy, black hair. He looked about 13 or 14. Maybe even 15? Though he looked too small to be that.

As Jason studied the mirror he by accident knocked over a picture he had in there. He cautiously picked up the picture. As he was about to put it back on the sink he froze for a second time. The boy looked exactly like the one in the mirror.

He urged his memory to remember the picture. After a minute he finally thought of it. It was when he was living with Bruce. He was 15 in the picture. The age when he-

Jason felt like he couldn't breathe. He looked back at the mirror and raised a hand, the person in it mirroring it.(Sorry for the pun, couldn't resist.)

'Well this was just great!', he thought. 'Of all the ages!'

He kept though, just looking in the mirror. Sure, it creeped him out of his age and the tragedy that happened to him with it, but that wasn't the thing that really bothered him. It was how different he looked.

He had changed when he died. Not just mentally but along the way physically too. Because of the Lazarus pit he had gotten a white streak in his hair and the malnourished body he had finally grew to its natural height. And not to mention his vibrant and hungry looking green eyes. He honestly had liked the change. He felt like it showed he couldn't go back. He was now different. But now even though this is what he originally looked like, its wasn't what he felt like.

He soon realized that the gun from last night must have de-aged him. He groaned. He should have interrogated the men. Well at least it explained the pain since that must have meant his bones were shrunken.

He soon thought of who he could call to help.

Harper? Maybe, but he would probably tease him.

Artemis? Would probably tease him too. Especially with this 'little one' nonsense.

Talia? Yeah no. Like she would help him with this. Plus, the Lazarus pit doesn't age people forward.

Batman? No, definitely not. He didn't want any of his family to see him like this. It would probably give Alfred a heart attack. And it probably would be good for Bruce's mentality. Plus, the teasing.

Jason sighed. He was on his own for this. He noticed his pants falling down and noted he should probably grab some clothes before he did anything.

He walked into his closet. Luckily he had some of Tim's clothes from when he occasionally, on bad nights stayed there. Jason silently thanked Tim for being very scrawny. He put on a red t-shirt and black sweatpants.

He opened his window that lead into an alley. He peeked his head to make sure the coast was clear. After checking, he jumped onto the firescape and headed down. He extended the ladder and desended. He walked up to the worn brick building across from his apartment. After looking quickly he pushed one of the bricks and the door opened. He sneaked inside and closed the door to his own secret batcave.

Jason walked down the spiraling staircase and headed over to his computer. From what he knew, only Batman knew about his hideout. It was a good place to figure out his first step to returning to normal.

As he thought, he suddenly remembered something Arsenal once tried to do. He attempted to build an aging device to either age someone forward or backwards. Jason and Arsenal had drawn the blueprints when they were bored. But with their lives and jobs of being outlaws they never got to finish it.

Jason looked at the list of the things he needed on his big computer. He sat down and cross referenced them with Gotham and was happy to find that most of the items he needed were already in Gotham. And the last one was going to be delivered in a week. It was perfect. He could just go as Red hood and-

He then stopped and cursed. He couldn't go out as Red hood. People, or at least his family would be questioning why he was so small. He spun his chair around to look at his hideout. He would need a new identity to steal the supplies.

As he thought again, he suddenly remembered something from his past. He turned around and pressed a few buttons. He swerved back around and walked over to where a glass container was being lifted through the floor. He grinned and put his hand on the glass, looking at what the container held.

The suit in it was for the majority black. The cape was grayish and looked like it had been ripped at the end. It had black boots and gray gloves on it, with a gray belt hanging on the waist. The mask that covered the whole face was like a skull. But the most prominent thing was on the chest, a big, red 'x'.

Jason's grin widened. Looks like it was time for Red x to make a comeback.

Wow so this chapter took me a whole day to write because in my opinion it was so long. I hope everyone liked the ending of the chapter. Bye.