So, two more chapters after this one! :D This chapter is a little more dramatic than the others because I needed the story to climax. XD Sorry, I'm an English major and its a habit. XD
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"We heard sounds," it was Damain that spoke, his voice was uneasy, and he appeared startled at the sight of the Jason holding Dick so close. "And wanted to make sure everything was okay."
"What do you mean we?" Tim half growled, crossing his arms and snapping his head in Damian's direction. "I told you they weren't hurting each other," his eyes made their way to Dick, and the small trickle of blood welling on his neck. "err...at least not too much."
Jason smiled as he took in Dick's scent, his eyes almost glaring at his two youngest brother's for disrupting his playtime with the acrobat. He did not want to let go of Dick, he wanted to hold him, just for a few moments longer, but he knew that he was only allowed a set amount of time. Slowly Jason let go of Dick and placed a sudden kiss on his lips in front of the two younger siblings.
Damian and Tim were speechless at what had just took place before them. Tim peered away, bringing his hand to the side of his face to block his view. Damian rolled his eyes, and not wanting to see anymore he stepped into Tim's room across the hall instead of making his way all the way to his room.
A few seconds after Jason pulled away and turned around to see Bruce in the distance. Dick peeked around Jason and saw who was approaching, "You're two hours must be up."
Jason bit down on his lip, internally struggling to decide if he was going to argue with Bruce about wanting to stay longer or leave without fight.
Feeling the tension, Tim stepped back into his room. He'd rather be caged in with Damian than watch an altercation go on between the three men.
"I'll see you during patrol." Dick promised in a whisper, the added in a low more seductive tone, "And maybe after?" he gave Jason's ass a quick squeeze.
"At my place," Jason decided, with a glance to Bruce and then to Tim's door, "I have more privacy."
Dick nodded and silently returned to his room.
"Jason," Bruce addressed, "You need to leave."
"Fine." Jason growled, and stomped down the hall as Bruce followed him closely.
Red Hood had gotten some information about a nefarious group he had been after for months. This group of men were involved in the human slave trade, and many of them were armed. The information had came to him so suddenly that he did not have time to set up trap bombs around the abandoned building. Not to mention he did not want to harm any of the 'slaves' he was trying to free.
He studied the building from the other side of the street, hiding behind a dumpster. Thinking about how he was going to get in, and not get hurt. Maybe he should come back another night, when he'd be more better prepared.
Nearly silent footsteps stalked behind him, he turned around and saw Nightwing inches away.
"Hey, Robin broke in there a few hours ago." Nightwing informed. "He hasn't communicated, and he wont answer any of my calls."
"Have you told Batman?"
Nightwing shook his head, "No, not yet – do you think I should?"
Red Hood pulled out one of his guns, "I'm going inside."
Nightwing gripped Red Hood's hand before he could run off, "I'm going with you." he decided. "Alright then, but we are going to need a need a plan if we are going to go save the little bat."
Red Hood shot down one of the windows, and jumped through it. The room was dimly lit, he had managed to hit a handful of the traders with his bullets but not as much as he had hopped. In the far corner, Robin was tied up, he was unconscious and bleeding from a huge gash on the back of his head.
Before he had shot down the window, Red Hood had instructed Nightwing to go find the humans being traded, in the hopes that Damian would be with them. As soon as he found them, he was supposed to call Batman. Red Hood was not expecting to find Robin, now he had to deal with protecting him and fighting off everyone.
Tightly gripping one gun in each hand Jason took a step forward. One of the men fired, and Jason bolted toward Damian. He was able to out run most of the bullets, as he wrapped his body around the baby Robin. While protecting Damian, he began shooting back, landing three fatal head shots.
Jason pulled out a handful of toxic smoke bombs which ignited as soon as he tossed them at the rest of the attackers. He took off his blood stained jacket and wrapped it around Damian to make sure that he did not inhale any of the fumes and he dashed out of the floor and onto the sidewalk outside.
Carefully, Red Hood laid Robin down seconds before Red Robin and Batman arrived. Nightwing was running out of the building from the other side with a group of twenty women and children behind him.
"What did you do to him?" Batman accused Jason.
"I didn't do anything!" Jason shouted back, ignoring the fiery pain all the bullet wounds were causing him. He under to much adrenaline to notice he had been hurt."I helped save his ass! They were going to kill him!"
To prevent anymore bloodshed, Nightwing ran in between the two, "Batman why don't you go make sure Robin is okay," he suggested before turning his attention to Jason who was bleeding from a total of three shots in the abdomen and chest. "I think you need to lay down for a minute."
Jason had been shot before, he knew he was hurt but he did not want to show weakness in front of Bruce, nor Dick. Wanting to argue with Dick about not wanting to lay down, Jason pulled off his helmet, but the sudden movement caused him to feel dizzy. The street spun around him and he ended up falling to his knees.
"Jason?" Nightwing knelt down in front him, his voice was concerned.
Jason could taste metal in his mouth, fluid was building in his lungs and he began coughing out blood. The lack of air made him feel light headed, and his strength left him. His body gave out and he collapsed into Nightwing's arms.
The sight of Jason struggling to breathe terrified Dick but he had to stay calm and figure out how to help him,"You're going to be okay." Nightwing promised, as he felt for Jason's pulse. It took a moment to find because it was so weak, but eventually Dick found the rapid pulse in a vein on Jason's trembling arm. "Just try to breathe,"
Jason tried, but every time he took a breath he could feel the blood clogging his airway. In an attempt to clear his lungs he began to cough so violently his entire body shook.
"Batman!" Nightwing cried as he panicked at the sight of Jason's complexion turn ashen "He's in shock from blood loss! We have to take him with us, Batman please!" he begged.
Jason reached out and squeezed Dick's hand, he was scared – they were both scared. Dick peered down at him, his eyes tracing chapped lips that were now a desperate tint of blue, "I love you." Nightwing whispered, as Jason passed out.
Batman glared at the pair for a few moments, before deciding "We'll take him with us." he knelt down and cradled the ex-Robin in his arms to receive medical treatment.
Red Robin had stayed at the scene for a little while longer as everyone left. He needed to keep all the women and children calm until the authorities arrived to take care of them. After the chaotic mission, Tim wanted nothing more than to relax in his room for the rest of the night, but instead he entered into another battle zone.
Dick was sobbing into Bruce's shoulder, and Bruce looked less than comfortable about the situation. The detective gazed up at Tim, silently asking for help.
Tim put a hand on Dick's shoulder, the sudden touch caused the man to turn around and see who it was behind him. Dick let go of Bruce and embraced Tim.
"I'm going to go check if everything is okay." Bruce stood up and walked down the hall to the infirmary.
"Dick?" Tim spoke in a soft, low voice. "Dick? What happened?"
"He's hurt..." was all that Dick could say.
"Come on, now." Tim carefully pried Dick off, and suggested. "Why don't you get some rest? I'll walk you to your room."
Dick stared up at Tim though his hair that hung over his face, "But..."
"You need to some rest," Tim urged, he located some tissues he kept in his belt and used them to wipe all the tears off Dick's face. "You can't help him, and I'm assuming they wont let you in to see him. Since you can't do anything, you might as well take a few hours of sleep so you'll be more alert and ready to see him in the morning."
Not speaking, Dick nodded and Tim led him to his room.
