Hey all! So I decided to add in a second part because you guys wanted more. I honestly didn't expect anyone to really like this, so I was overjoyed when I saw that people actually liked something I wrote. This takes place just after Auld Acquaintance.

I will do one more chapter, but please tell me if you want Jason as a civilian or as Red Hood meet the Team, and whether or not Roy and Kory should appear as Outlaws with him.

I hope you enjoy!

[Warning: Jason has a colorful vocabulary.]

Jason Todd growled when he awoke to a knock on his door. He got out bed and made his way to the door, fully ready to shoot whoever woke him up. The one night I don't go out. It's New Year's Eve, I thought, I'll get some sleep while everyone else stays up. He even grabbed a handgun from his bedside table and hid it in his jacket for good measure. I swear if this is some idiot who wants to sell me something...

So he was surprised, to say the least, when he opened the door to reveal a tired and bruised Dick Grayson dressed as Robin slumped against the doorframe.

"Dick?" He asked in disbelief. The young boy had a nasty bruise underneath his jaw on the right side, and was clutching his stomach and wincing, a sign that he had broken or bruised ribs.

"H-hey Jay." He said softly, as if it hurt to talk (and it probably did, considering the ribs). "C-can I come in?"

Jason opened the door more to let his brother in, "What happened?" He demanded as the boy wonder carefully sat on his couch, exhaustion and pain showing in every movement. He would definitely pay a visit for whoever was responsible for this. No one hurt his brother.

"Vandal Savage." He murmured, "He...took control of the L-league. Mind control. We had to free them." He looked up at his brother, "I had to fight Bruce."

Anger surged through Jason at his words, both towards the Dark Knight and Savage. Damn it Bruce! He thought, I get it, you messed up with me. But with Dick? With the Golden Boy? The boy who follows your every command? You couldn't be a father to him without screwing up?!

"Is that how...?" Jason trailed off, somehow managing to contain his anger so as not to storm out of the apartment right then and there to grill his ex-adoptive father and kill Savage. He gestured to the thirteen year old's bruise. The boy's hand involuntarily moved up to it and touched it, making him wince.

"Yeah." He admitted, so quiet Jason could barely hear. "I didn't want-" he swallowed painfully, "I didn't want him to know. I left before the bruise formed or anyone could see." He said as the Red Hood went to get an ice pack from his freezer. He handed it to Dick, who placed it gingerly under his jaw. Jason could see that even that movement was filled with exhaustion.

"Your ribs?" Jason asked, trying to make his voice emotionless. The boy was virtually dead on his feet, and shouldn't have to deal with him verbally beating up his adoptive father. Well, not yet at least.

"Two are broken, one is bruised." He admitted, and Jason sent a curse under his breath, this one sent toward Vandal Savage.

Jason bent over to help the acrobat bandage his ribs, before straightening up. "Anything else?" He asked softly, his mind full of ways to kill Savage and Bruce.

"My left shoulder was dislocated but I set it again." Jason forced himself to nod and not barge out of the room to shoot both Bruce and Savage and went to get a sling he had (injuries were inevitable in his line of work, so he was always prepared). He gently helped Dick into the sling, but the boy still winced slightly.

"You can sleep here tonight." He told his younger brother who nodded, already half-asleep. He moved so he was lying down and not just sitting on the couch, mumbled out a "Th-thanks Jay." and immediately passed out, drained physically, mentally, and emotionally. It had been a long night.

Jason sighed at the sight of his bruised and battered brother on the couch. Someone had hell to pay.

He silently went into his room and took out his cell, calling Bruce Wayne, Gotham's hero, to give him a piece of his mind.

"Hello?" He heard a familiar gruff voice pick up. Jason hesitated before responding to one of the people he hated the most. Him and the Joker, of course, were at the top of the list.

"Bruce." He said, his voice emotionless, not betraying his true emotions just yet. "It's Jason."

"Jason." The man was surprised, he knew, but it didn't show in his tone. "Why are you calling?" He asked impatiently, although Jason could hear the worry and exhaustion in his voice.

Jason cast a glance at the figure on the couch, "Dick just showed up at my door."

"He's with you?" Bruce was relieved, "Thank God. I-"

"Don't pretend like you give a shit about him." He hissed, cutting off the other man. "When he showed up, he looked like hell. He's passed out on the couch of pure exhaustion. But he managed to tell me that you did this." He paused in his rant, "How could you do that Bruce?"

"Vandal Sav-" The billionaire tried to explain, but was interrupted yet again.

"Dick has one of the worst damn bruises I've ever seen, two broken ribs, a bruised rib, and a dislocated shoulder. I don't think Vandal Savage did that to him!" Jason nearly yelled, only refraining to do so because of the young boy on the couch.

There was a strained pause, then, "I know. It's my fault. I...I'm so sorry that-"

"Sorry that you couldn't protect him from yourself? I'm detecting a pattern here. I understand me, Bruce, but Dick?" Jason said the boy's name in a whisper, casting another glance at the figure on the couch. "The boy who did everything you wanted and more? You did this to him?"

Silence.

Jason sighed rubbing his face. He was tired too. "I don't think he should walk on his own. I'll...I'll drop him off at the Gotham Zeta tube at about noon tomorrow. He needs sleep. He's also in his Robin costume, so bringing him straight to the manor isn't an option."

"You're in the Zeta system." Bruce informed Jason, who felt another spike of anger at his ex-mentor's words.

"You're trying to make peace with me, now? After you did this? That's a new fucking low. Tomorrow. Noon. Batcave Zeta beam. Try to be there for him for once." He spat into the receiver before snapping his cell shut.

Damn you, Bruce. Go to hell. Jason thought angrily as he checked that Dick would be good for the night. When it was clear that he was fine and wouldn't roll over on his ribs while he slept, Jason went back into his room.

He didn't think he could fall back asleep tonight, so he decided to vent his anger as the Red Hood. He wouldn't kill anyone, because he knew Dick would be very upset if he found out that Jason killed because of him. Or killed anyone at all, for that matter. Bruce would be upset as well, but he didn't give a damn about that man right now.

No, killing was off the table.

Maiming and seriously hurting though, were game.

The villains would soon get the memo, he'd make sure of it.

You don't mess with Bats.