So my initial reaction was to maybe end this thing here, but I've been having fun with it and I need practise with these characters so I guess I'll just keep going. Hope you enjoy reading.

-Dick's POV-

As soon as Jason heard Bruce's voice he was sent into a violent seizure of trying to escape from his chains and Dick's grasp. He was obviously afraid that Batman was going to take him back to Arkham and his presence seemed to make his fears multiply tenfold. It probably didn't help that he was tied down as if he was already a prisoner. As Dick tried to force Jason to stop he could feel each of his muscles tensed with desperation and anxiety, "Jason stop!"

This only led Jason to try use his elbows or knees to push Dick off him. Dick grabbed a sedative from his belt and injected it into Jason's neck but that only seemed to piss him off more. He clenched his teeth together and a stream of blood ran from his mouth; he had bitten his tongue. Along with his struggling, biting, elbowing and kneeing now Jason began to hold his breath. Dick was not handling this very well, "Tim get Bruce out of here now! I think he's trying to kill himself!"

Dick injected some Diazepam into Jason's arm in which; if it works properly; should treat his anxiety and muscle spasms. Any normal person would already be out with the amount of sleep, pain and anxiety treating drugs Jason had pumping through his veins, but yet he still struggled. He was weaker now, but still fought against the drug's effects. Dick could only try and comfort him now. If he tried to put anything else in his system, then he may have some negative consequences on his hands. Dick pulled off Jason's domino mask then looked straight into his green eyes; his pupils were largely dilated. "Jason stop fighting me!" Jason tried to look away from him, "Little Wing please!"

That caught Jason's attention. Little wing was a nickname Dick came up with when Jason was still Robin, "I won't let him take you. You're not going anywhere."

Jason nodded and slowly relaxed. He had given up trying to fight the drugs and now Dick could feel his muscles stop tensing. As soon as Jason let the drugs drive him into a sleep Dick sighed and sank to the floor; exhausted. He was physically and mentally just done for tonight. There were so many questions flowing through his mind but he really didn't have the energy to sort through them, "Your reunions suck little wing." He used the bed to pull himself up and saw that Jason had already ripped through at least three or four stitches. God; even tied down and with Dick's weight on him; he was still able to cause damage.

"I can fix him up." Dick jumped and found Tim standing behind him; he always was quiet on his feet.

"Its fine Timmy, you've already helped heaps; you can go to bed." Dick yawned.

A faint smile touched Tim's lips, "sounds like you're the one who needs the sleep. Dick I can deal with this, go have a nap."

"What about school Tim?" Dick stretched and began peeling off his costume.

"Bruce told me I can skip it today; family crisis and all."

Dick nodded, "alright, but come get me if you think he's going to get up."

"By the looks of the amount of drugs you've given him, it doesn't look like he's going to get up any time soon." Tim looked down at Jason, eyebrows raised.

Dick snorted, "You'd be surprised." As he walked towards the Manor he quickly shouted back, "Oh and by the way, when he does wakes up; he might be a little… Trippy."

"Right…" Tim murmured under his breath, eying Jason closely.

-Jason's POV-

When Jason woke up his muscles felt weak, he was swept over with waves of dizziness and nausea and his vision was distorted. He looked across at a blurry figure beside him who seemed to be asleep, "Tim?"

"Hm? Wha… Jason? How are you already up?" Tim rubbed his eyes confused.

"Experience," Jason stated then pushed himself over the side of the bed so he could vomit.

Tim jolted upwards and started calling for Dick. He wasn't exactly an expert on caring for confused, sick, drugged people after all. When Jason had finished Tim passed him a towel; which he warily took then wiped his mouth, "This better not have any more drugs on it because I swear to god; I am so over those right now." Then Jason realised that he was no longer chained to anything; completely free to move.

Tim nodded, "No more drugs; got it."

Dick walked over to the boys with a mug in his hands, "How you doing Jay?"

"I feel like shit, where's the Bat?" Jason demanded.

"Straight to the point then; he went after Killer Croc while I drugged you but other than that I haven't been able to catch up with him. Last I heard he's got work, so he won't be back until this afternoon." Dick explained while sipping a cup of coffee.

"Ok, where's Alfred? Why do I have Doctor Drake here instead of him?"

Tim shrugged, "Family matters in England."

Jason nodded slowly, "Is Bruce going to try and take me to Arkham?"

"No." Tim and Dick said at the same time.

Jason paused then gazed over at Grayson, "Did you call me little wing?"

"Uh, yeah… I kind of needed your attention…"

Jason eyebrows raised a little, "hm, yeah; don't call me that."

Dick nodded and said, "Noted," Then turned to Tim, "you should probably go up to your room and rest now; I know you didn't really sleep last night."

"But…"

"Its fine baby bird, I can take it from here."

When Tim had left the cave Jason turned to Dick, "really? Baby bird?"

Dick shrugged, "We all have nicknames," he smiled, "don't worry little bird I still love you."

Jason grumbled, "if I wasn't so fucking tired you would be dead right now Grayson."

Dick only smirked at the comment which made Jason want to hit him. The drugs were making Jason extremely drowsy, but he needed to get out of there. He saw his helmet and equipment at the foot of his bed and he tried not to groan as he reached over to grab them.

Dick grabbed his wrist, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Oh please don't baby me Dickie-bird, it's bad enough I had to get saved by the replacement."

Dick's forehead wrinkled into a serious expression, "Why don't you stay here? Come live in the Manor again?"

The question caught Jason off balance, and he felt like vomiting again, "Maybe it's because I dislike living with people who want to drag me off to an asylum."

He shook his head, "Tim told me that Bruce said he wouldn't." but Dick left out the added comment 'not now anyway'.

Almost as if Jason had read his mind he replied, "Maybe not now, but he will eventually." And with that he flicked Dick's hand away and grabbed his stuff.

"He still loves you, you know. He may not say it a lot but I know he misses you."

"I find that extremely doubtful." Jason said easily as he pulled on his pants and shirt.

Dick gripped his shoulder, "Maybe, but it's true. He loves all of us; he always has."

"Yeah you keep telling yourself that Dickie."

"Jason…"

"What do you want me to say? Yeah sure; I'll come live you forever and ever and we can fight crime as brothers in righteous ways!" Jason snorted sarcastically.

Dick seemed hurt by this but Jason didn't really care at the moment; he was tired, thirsty and hungry and wasn't up for dealing with Grayson's shit lectures. He sighed, sat down on the bed and looked up at Dick who had his arm crossed and avoided Jason's eyes.

"He doesn't miss me. He misses Robin, misses the way we worked together. He misses his son. He misses the way it was before." Jason looked down, "He doesn't miss me."

Dick went to touch his shoulder, to hug him, to do anything that would try to convince him otherwise, "you don't know that."

Angrily Jason pushed Dick away, "It's too late Dick! Are you really that stupid not to know? I tried to kill Tim, I tried to kill Bruce, and I am trying to rule over Gotham's crime! I'm a murderer! The others hate me, why can't you?"

Dick looked sadly at his brother, trying to find a logical answer but nothing really came to mind, "I don't know."

Jason shook his head and placed his domino mask over his eyes, "I'm leaving."

"What? Why? Where are you going to go?"

"I'm going to find Killer Croc and get some revenge." Jason's eyes narrowed in determination.

"I'm sorry, but what? I don't know where your head is at the moment but if you haven't noticed, you nearly died last time you took on Croc." Dick said pointing to Jason's torso.

He shrugged and pointed to Dick's bruised throat in retaliation, "I was saving your arse golden boy. Anyway, he caught me off guard last time; this time I'll be prepared."

Jason grabbed his hood and pulled it over his head, "don't try and stop me Dick. This is the only warning I'm giving you."

With that Jason walked off. Dick didn't try and stop him as he had already planted a tracer on him. I may not be able to stop you, but I can watch over you little wing.

-Tim's POV-

Tim was awoken by Batman at what seemed to be about 9pm. Had he really slept for that long? Then he remembered he had been busy doing research for a lot of the day. Man, were his sleeping habits messed up. He looked over to where Jason had collapsed the night before and could still see faint blood stains.

"Tim, get your equipment. We're going."

"Killer Croc?" Tim asked as he followed Batman's fast pace down the stairs.

"Yes."

"Did you find Poison Ivy?"

"Not yet."

Tim paused for a moment while Batman opened the door to the Batcave before asking, "Jason?"

"Gone."

"What? When? Where is he?"

"He left soon after you had gone upstairs." Bruce stated, "Now hurry up."

Tim happily pulled on his costume, content that Batman trusted that he could help take down the Croc in one way or another.

"Ready?" Batman asked, already seated in the Batmobile.

"Let's do this." Robin smiled as he jumped in.

Oh my god that chapter was way too long for me. Thanks for reading, please give me a review (if you want) and the next chapter should be in soonish.