Hey guys, I've going to try out this new layout from now, but's it's not too different from before so don't panic. (For any who don't know; POV stands for point of view). If you read fanfics you probably already know that though. Anyway, just ignore me

-Jason's POV-

Jason winced as he slowly awoke from unconsciousness. His chest still hurt like hell even with the drugs Timmy had given to him. He felt the cold metallic feeling of chains on his wrists and ankles and realised he had been locked down. The pit in his stomach began to fill with rage; this is what he gets for trying to stop one of the Bats from being killed? When he heard Tim and Dick come in, his first thought was to start yelling or cursing at them; but realising they were having a conversation about him, Jason decided it would be more interesting to listen in and pretend to be asleep.

"Why is he locked down?" Dick's voice; please god let me out of these chains so I can strangle him.

"Bruce's orders; doesn't want another attempted murder I guess… But…" Tim paused.

"He seems perfectly sane?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"I know Bruce is trying make the best decisions for our safety and Gotham's but whenever he is around Jason, or whenever he is involved with something about him, he always tends to lose it a bit…"

Dick sighed; something was off about him; like he was holding something back.

"He wants to take him back to Arkham." Dick stated.

Jason froze. No. Fuck no. He was not going back to that shit-hole. He needed to get out of here; he needed to do something before Batman got back. He would kill himself before he went back to Arkham. The two didn't say anything for a minute or so until Tim looked over at Jason, "is he breathing?"

Jason realised that he was holding his breath; making short gasps for air in fear and reluctance. He wouldn't go back and if his brothers had any inch of sympathy for him they would let the Bat take him. Nightwing rushed over to him and checked for his pulse. Jason almost smiled; this was the perfect opportunity for revenge; when he leant over to check for his breathing Jason jerked upwards and head-butted him in the nose. "That's for letting the replacement have to stitch me up you arse-hole."

Dick groaned as blood ran down his nose and Tim rushed over to help him, "You alright?"

"A little dizzy; you might need to tie him down a little tighter…"

"Fuck you." Jason spat and started to try and squirm away from the chains. This wasn't working. He tried to check if there was anything left in his jacket that would be able to get him out of this mess but it was quickly snatched away by Tim who held his head down while Dick tried to strap down Jason's chest, "Calm down, you're going to pull your stitches." Grayson cooed while trying to restrain him. Jason hated when Dick became the caring brother. Why did he always have to be so good?

"Calm down? I'm sorry, but I don't recall you boy blunders ever being locked up in Arkham, but let me tell you; that shit is hell, last time I was there I almost went insane. Do you have any idea what it's like to be enclosed with darkness, screams, pain and nothing but the cold for almost a year? All the villains I beat up as a kid whispering to me how they would kill me; how they would destroy everything I knew and was. I barely could even remember the feeling of the sun on my skin, the feeling of happiness. Everything was gone and the only thing I was left with was a damp, rotting, freezing hell and the thought that my own father put me into that position..." Jason cleared his throat, "and you know what's just rich? Now my own brothers are going to drag me back there."

Even behind the lenses Dick and Tim could feel Jason's eyes filled with hatred and bitterness and they just stood there; frozen, not sure what to really say.

"So I'm sorry," Jason snarled sarcastically, "if I do not feel completely obliged to be strapped down to a bed and rolled back to Arkham by the Bat."

Nobody said anything for a few minutes after that. Tim watched the ground with a mixed look of guilt and indecision; torn between having to choose between the Hood and Batman. Jason couldn't even read what Grayson was thinking; he just loomed over him; watching in sadness. Jason suddenly grunted in pain as Dick pulled him into a tight hug; he flinched; unaccustomed to physical contact. Of course Grayson would go for the hug; that was his main retaliation to most situations. He hated to admit it to himself but it made Jason feel slightly more at peace about the whole situation. Hopefully that was enough to try and persuade his brothers to not let Bruce haul his arse back to Arkham.

Tim's voice cut into the silence, "Bruce… Hey."

"What the hell are you doing?"

Jason violently struggled against Dick's hold at the sound of Batman's voice. Shit, fuck, no. They were going to take him back. Dick tried to restrain him but he thrashed around on the bed. He wouldn't let them take him. He had gone through too much; not been out long enough. No, no, no, no… He could feel his stitches ripping and pain coursed through his body, but he didn't care. He would die before they take him.

"Jason stop!" Dick shouted trying to hold him down. Jason bit his tongue so hard that blood ran down his mouth, he pushed his fingernails into his hands and every muscle in his body was tense. They wouldn't take him; not while he was still alive. Jason grit his teeth and held his breath. He almost felt bad for Dick whom was obviously not handling the situation extremely well, "Tim get Bruce out of here now! I think he is trying to kill himself!"

-Bruce POV-

Batman was shocked over Jason's reaction to his presence. He knew that the Red Hood had a special disliking for him but he didn't realise that he feared him so much so that he would try to kill himself before he went with him. Stunned, he let Tim quickly push him upstairs and as far away from the Hood as possible. Bruce didn't argue. He stilled loved Jason… But his reckless behaviour put everything he knew and loved at risk. He had already tried to kill Bruce and Tim at least twice. He changed to a point where he used guns; he killed, murdered people for his own benefits; trying to rule Gotham through fear. Batman's voice in his head told him that Arkham was the only answer. But the pain Bruce felt from seeing his son like this was almost unbearable. His son; he was still his son right? He had failed Jason in nearly every way. He had let him die thinking he did not love him. Led him to madness then locked him up for his own mistakes.

"Did you find Croc?" Tim asked, interrupting Batman's thoughts.

Bruce shook his head and peeled back his cowl, "he escaped back into the sewers. I'm sure he'll show up again soon though. He is becoming more intelligent."

This worried Tim; Killer Croc plus intelligence were not a very pleasant thing to go up against. Since when was Croc able to become smart?

"Do you think someone is working with him?" Tim asked.

"I think someone is using him." Batman blatantly stated, "My best guess is Poison Ivy by the looks of the DNA samples I gained from him."

Tim paused, biting his lip. Bruce knew he was worried about Jason. It must have been frightening and confusing to have him come to him in the middle of the night. Why had he come to the mansion anyway? If he feared Batman so much then would it have not been better just to go to a hospital? Maybe Jason, for a split second had done something that Batman never could have; he trusted him.

"He saved Dick you know…"

"I'm not going to take him to Arkham, not now anyway." Bruce actually surprised himself with this answer, he was trying to say something that would comfort Tim, but he had subconsciously already made a decision of what to do with Jason. He gave a brief sigh, "when Dick has calmed Jason down and drugged him, you can unchain him and give him some clothes. I'll go out to see what I can do about Croc."

"It's almost daylight, are you sure you don't want to wait it out until tomorrow?" Tim asked, slightly concerned.

"I don't want to make matters worse here when Jason wakes up," Bruce said as he pulled the cowl back over his head, "Look after him." It sounded more of an order than a kind remark.

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