Thank you so much for the comment Chaseha-Wing. :) I'm happy you thought it was disturbing, in a good way. XD I enjoyed your comment and it made me smile.
So, as everyone can see, Chapter II is up. I hope ya'll enjoy this chapter too, and feel free to leave comments and suggestions. I might be able to update this every week or maybe even twice a week if I'm feeling inspired.
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Dick decided he would rather feel defeated than stay at Jason's apartment. Especially when he was not welcome. He would have to figure out a way to get captured again, it was the easiest way to get Jason to listen. While Alfred stitched his his foot, Dick's mind continued to search for an answer. He needed to figure out another way to get Jason's attention, especially since Alfred would not let him go on patrol anytime soon.
That was when Tim stepped into the Batcave.
"Where have you been?" Red Robin inquired, suspiciously eying the gash on Dick's forehead and his wounded foot.
"He wont answer, Master Timothy." as he finished wrapping the final layer of gauze around Dick's foot."Says it was personal business."
"Thank you, Alfred." Dick smiled. He had told Alfred what his plan was with Jason, only because he did not feel right keeping a secret from the butler. Knowing that the other members of his family would disapprove of his 'personal business' Dick was pleased to see Alfred defending him from the inquisitive and obnoxiously suspicious Tim.
"Personal business?" Tim repeated, already suspicious of his oldest brother's actions. "On orders from who?"
"This has nothing to do with Bruce, or anybody." Dick made clear, he did not want Tim to be going around asking questions. "This is just something that I have to do."
As Tim carefully selected the words for his next sentence, Alfred excused himself from the room.
"Hey Timmy," Dick figured out how Red Robin could help him out, and he would not have to learn of Nightwing's plan unless something went wrong. "Maybe you can help me out?"
Is it normal to have kind words hurt as bad as horrible ones? No, Nightwing's apology did not simply hurt, it burned and killed that tiny little conscience that usually kept Jason's mental state in check. Without that, he could have easily slaughtered Dick, but honestly, he did not want to kill his brother. That is why he let him go. In fact, he was more than happy when he stepped out of his room a few hours later to see that Dick was gone. However, he could not help but feel a little bit lonely.
While Jason was preparing to go after a few gangs that night, his routine was disrupted by a knock on the door. It was late, and he knew that most people do not go knocking on doors at that hour.
Cautiously, he opened the door to see a stack of brownies on a plastic plate with an envelope tapped on the outside wrapping. Scrolled across the envelope were the words, "Read First".
Still standing outside his door, Jason opened the letter and which read:
"Don't eat the brownies, they'll put you to sleep, so Red Robin can take you to Arkham. By the way, he's hiding in the fire escape by your window..."
Before finishing the letter, Jason folded it up and slipped it into his jacket. He grabbed the plate and placed it on the counter by his coffee maker.
Jason made his way to his bedroom and put on his helmet which he had left on his bed. Then arming himself with a single gun, he noiselessly crossed his bedroom to the window that was closest to the fire escape staircase. Where as the note had said, Tim was waiting.
Quickly, he pushed up the window with one hand and the other he pointed a gun at Red Robin.
For a few seconds Tim was stunned. His body froze, unsuspecting that Jason was aware of his presence. During those few seconds, Jason reached over with his free hand and bashed Tim's head into the metal railing. On impact Tim passed out and Jason dragged his body into the apartment.
Another hostage.
Using the same chains that he had used to tie up Dick, Jason bound Tim and tossed him in a corner. Once he was done with that, he pulled off his helmet, set it aside, and unfolded the note which read:
"I need you to listen to me."
Jason looked away as soon as he finished that first sentence. He knew it was a note from Dick. With a heavy sigh, he turned back and continued to read the note:
"I know I haven't been the best brother to you. But I have been thinking about you a lot. I'm doing all this without Bruce knowing, or even Tim. I used him to get this note to you, (and please don't kill him) that is how desperate I am to speak to you. Please come back to the cave, even for just a short visit. You are my brother, you are a part of our family even if the others don't want or wont except you, know that I will." Dick signed the paper with an annoying smiley face that Jason wanted to punch.
Tossing the paper down, Jason glanced up at Tim. Seeing Tim unconscious made Jason want to punch Dick in the face also. Dick was contradicting himself by putting Tim in danger.
Jason decided that if he was ever going to get Dick to shut up and leave him alone he'll have to go to the cave. To show that he means no harm, Jason changed into civilian clothing, and only bring a single knife. In case Tim wakes up on the ride to the manor and decides he wants to be a bitch.
And as expected, Tim woke up halfway there and started bitching about how he's going to call his half- Kryptonian boyfriend to kick Red Hood in the ass for kidnapping him.
"I am not kidnapping you!' Jason yelled, taking his eyes off the road for only a moment and having his car knock over a few garbage cans in the process. "Am I dressed like I'm going to kidnap you? No. Now shut up before I change my mind and kidnap you, damn replacement."
Tim growled, and crossed his arms, "Then where are we going?"
"I'm taking you home." Jason revealed. "In case you did not know, that is the opposite of what a kidnapping is."
Jason parked his car a few streets away from the manor, because he did not want Bruce to see his car there and think "What the fuck is that doing there."
"Let go of me." Tim shouted, since Jason was dragging him down the street by the wrist. Tim wanted to fight back, but he doubted that he could take the Red Hood. The last time the pair had fought one on one, Jason had nearly killed Tim.
Jason mumbled a few words under his breath and continued to pull Red Robin down the street like a disobedient child. Tim was happy that this part of town was quiet at night and no one could see the embarrassing situation.
Wanting to be offensive, and not knowing where the Batcave is, Jason ended up knocking on the front door.
Alfred opened the door, unsure how to react at the sight of Jason wearing civilian clothing and holding Red Robin by the wrist.
"Fucking Dick," Jason swung Tim into the manor. "Left that in my apartment, where the hell is he?"
"In his room." Alfred knew that this, for whatever reason was what Dick wanted. So he allowed Jason into the house without stopping him and helped Tim up from the floor.
Without knocking, without any warning, Jason pushed open the door to Dick's room and glared at him. Dick was sitting on his bed, drinking a Vitamin Water and playing on an outdated PSP.
"Jay..." Dick was speechless, his breath caught in his throat as he stared in disbelief at who stood in his door way.
"I'm here." Jason announced, not pleased. "Now what?"
Dick said nothing, and instead of speaking he grabbed his crutch and awkwardly limped over to Jason. They stared at each other, less than a foot away, when Dick dropped his crutch and wrapped his arms around Jason in a hug.
Now it was Jason's turn to be speechless. His body stiffened at the unfamiliar feel of affection.
Dick could feel Jason's muscles tighten, he could feel his pulse increasing and knowing he was in an uncomfortable position, Dick tried to calm him down, "It's okay, Jay-bird?"
Jason gave out a jumpy breath and with shaky hands he wrapped his arms around Dick.
Tim stood in the hallway for a few seconds trying to ignore the spectacle before him, but he needed to get their attention so he announced, "Hey, um...Bruce and Damian decided to come home early and they are here now. Damian said he needed to speak to you, Dick. So I suggest hiding Jason somewhere until it's safe." Tim reached down and picked up Dick's crutch to hand it to him because seeing him lean on Jason for support was a little uncomfortable to watch.
"Hey Timmy, can you hide Jason in your room?" Dick requested. "Until its safe to sneak him out?"
"Ummm...okay."
