-Jason POV-

Jason yawned and rubbed his eyes as he slowly pulled himself out of the depths of sleep. He definitely was not a morning person. Especially with the amount of crap that has been going on these last two to three days, he had barely got any quality sleep; unless being unconscious counted as being good quality sleep. Feeling starved, Jason swung his legs over the side of Grayson's bed and stretched his arms out as he stood up. Turning towards the door; he froze. There, nailed to the wall, unmoving and beaten was Dick. Gradually stumbling towards him, Jason could see the long nails pushed all the way through his wrists and ankles; blood seeping down the rusted iron. His usual training shirt he slept in, ripped off, exposing the numerous old and fresh scars running along his chest and abdomen. Dick's head hung low over his chest; his ebony hair covering his face. Jason tried to speak, to yell, but nothing came out. A low laughter echoed behind him and Jason quickly turned around, reaching for any weapon he could possibly find. He was going to kill this sick motherfucker for what he did to his brother, "Jason, Jason, Jason." The voice murmured; almost amused, "getting soft I see, sleeping with the circus boy… What's next? Kisses from the Bat?" Laughter thundered around the walls.

"Come out you little prick," Jason hissed, "Come out so I can show you how soft I really am."

"Aw Jason, you don't need to go through with the rough street-kid, anti-hero routine with me." Jason spun around to find a male; approximately his size and weight wearing his uniform, his costume; the Red Hood. He sat in a chair next to Dick with his legs crossed, spinning a knife lightly against his hand, "You see, I know that deep inside that cold little heart of yours, is a sweet, protective brother with daddy issues… And a few anger management problems." Jason couldn't see past the scarlet helmet, but he had faced enough masked assholes to sense that he was smiling; grinning; laughing at him.

"For example," he got up from the chair then walked over to Dick, his knife raised towards his face, "I can give your charming little Dickie-Bird the smallest little nip of pain," slowly, he ran the knife across Dick's chest. Jason tried to rush at him; hurt him, stop him, but his feet were planted to the ground. In fact his whole body seemed to be paralyzed; he couldn't move. He could only watch Dick quietly hiss in pain as the knife gradually ran along his torso. Rage boiled through Jason's veins, he roared at him, tried to force his body to move, "If you kill him I swear to god, I will make it my personal duty to tear your head off with my bare hands."

"See? All you need is the tiniest little trigger and you're making death threats. That's why Bruce can never accept you back into this family. Seriously, I don't even know why you're still trying, you're too far gone Jason. It'll never be the same. Besides he's already found a replacement," the man strolled towards Jason and twisted his body around so that he could see Tim; tied to his bed unconscious. No, this wasn't real… He was just having a hallucination, this couldn't be real.

"You were always seen as a street rat that the Bat picked up because he was feeling empathetic; always so angry and unskilled, just some kid with a bad attitude; unworthy of the Robin title," Jason clenched his jaw and fists as the knife ran softly down Tim's face; not hard enough to cause any bleeding; but just enough to tease him, to make his heart beat roughly against his chest, "Yet little Timothy here, though his fighting skills may not match Grayson's yet, he is still far better than you ever were as Robin… And oh that precious brain of his; so ordered and intelligent; with planning I'm sure he would be able to take you on any day. Can you imagine what would have happened if you were raised like him? Middle class, good school, healthy lifestyle (well, to an extent). You would have been openly welcomed into the family, maybe not even have those harsh little anger issues… Maybe… Just maybe the Joker wouldn't have killed you. Maybe Bruce would have made more of an effort to get to you…" The knife had reached Tim's shoulder by the time it began to draw blood and Jason growled and cursed under his breath, "you know what I think?" the man lifted the knife again and stabbed it into Tim's thigh; making him snap awake and cry out in pain.

Jason mentally screamed at his muscles to move; to do something, "I don't give a shit about what you think! Now let me go so I can kill you, you evil death-worshipping piece of crap."

The man snorted, "I think that you enjoy watching him scream in pain. You're replacement; finally getting what he deserves. Do you want to be entertained by me cutting up this worthless little pretender?" The knife rose once again and drove into Tim's wrist; causing him to let out another blood-curdling scream.

Jason swallowed, "That… 'worthless little pretender' you're carving up… is my little brother," with all the will still left in him, Jason forced himself towards the man, "and only I cut him." With one hand, he slammed the costume-thief into the wall making him jolt with surprise, but then he relaxed his shoulders and began to laugh, "Isn't that ironic? I thought you would have figured it out by now but you're more stupid than I expected." Jason looked at the man confused, "Don't you get it little wing?" He reached to remove the scarlet helmet, "I. Am. You." And sure enough, an exact replica of Jason's face was there; staring straight back at him; except it was a more crazed, insane Jason. "No! You aren't real; you're a hallucination, a dream, a nightmare. It's the fear venom- scarecrow. Not… Me."

"Oh I'm your fear alright," he smiled menacingly then pushed Jason to the floor, "the fear that you know is inevitable as long as you're around them; you're family… You will kill little Timothy," he plunged a knife into Tim's heart; "NO!" Jason screamed, but the man just pushed Tim out of the way onto the floor as if he was nothing; a piece of trash, "You will kill your Golden boy," he pulled out a gun and shot Dick in the head; making him slump lifelessly against the nails still pinning him to the wall. Jason didn't even know what to do; at this point his body seemed to be going into shock, "You will kill your polite, quite adorable butler," suddenly Alfred walked into the room with a tray of cookies. Jason croaked a no through sobs that couldn't escape his throat as Alfred was instantly slashed in the throat and fell to the ground next to him; choking on his own blood. "And you will, most definitely not kill you're mentor," Batman appeared in front of Jason; emotionless, heartless and cold, "You know why? Because you'll be too busy trying to stop your own father from killing you."

Suddenly Bruce's hands tightened around Jason's neck; strangling him, "And you'll finally get your wish; no more annoying family time, no more Robin, no more hurtful memories and Batman will become like you; a murderer. Gotham should be cleaned up in no time." The sound in his voice was enjoying this too much; it cut into Jason. The words themselves were more painful than any torture he could possibly deal out. The man came close to Jason's ear then whispered, "You are you're greatest fear, you're greatest failure. You will destroy everything and everyone you know and you can feel it. You may have saved them today but you can kill them tomorrow." He pushed back and smiled as Jason fought for air; his head about to explode from the lack of oxygen, "Sweet dreams Jay."

Suddenly Jason snapped into consciousness; finding himself upright in bed screaming, hyperventilating, sweating and shaking like crazy. He could hear someone fling the door open to the bedroom he was sitting in then wrap strong arms around him, "It's alright Jason, calm down! It was just a nightmare." Jason felt his heart banging against his chest; that's Dick's voice, Dick's scent. He's real; he's here. A huge amount of relief washed over him. He's here, he isn't dead. He's right here.

Dick gasped for air as Jason crushed him into a hug; which was as much unexpected as it was painful. "I'm sorry Dick… I'm so sorry," Jason choked out. At this point Dick was extremely left behind on information and felt even more so as he could feel the wetness of Jason's eyes against his shoulder; Jay didn't cry. That was one of his major, manliest, truest rules in his book. So when this kind of thing happens, you know some crazy shit has gone down in that head of his.

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you sorry? I should be the sorry one… I left you for a good thirty minutes here just because of my own selfish stupidity… I thought it had worn off enough considering all you needed was to be in-touch with someone instead of… well; hugging." Dick could feel Jason's muscles tense in his hands, "I'm sorry Jason, I should have been here… But it's over now and I need you to calm down… I can't really have you having a heart attack on me. We both already have way too many problems without you adding that to the list." Dick's heart clenched as he felt Jason shaking in his arms. What the hell happened to make him like this? "Seriously Jay, you're freaking me out… Just talk to me, tell me what's wrong." Dick tried to pull Jason away but he gripped onto him tighter.

Dick felt his hot breaths against his shoulder as Jason tried to speak, "He… I… I killed you…" He looked up at Dick and cleared his throat, "I killed all of you."

-Tim POV (a few minutes ago)-

Tim raised his eyebrows at Dick, "So it's really okay? He's not going to go all freaked-out crazy on us?"

"Yeah, I think so," Dick mumbled through a mouth full of cereal, "It seems to be gradually wearing off."

'I think so' and 'gradually' wasn't really helping with any of Tim's suspicions and those feelings must have obviously been displayed over his face as Dick sighed and put his spoon down, "Look, I ran a few tests and worked out that he was able to have only small amounts of physical contact with me without him freaking out."

"How small?" Tim asked, resting his elbows on the dining table.

"As in 'he's fine as long as I have one foot or arm on him'- small… And that was two hours ago." Dick picked back up his spoon and began stuffing his mouth with more cereal when he saw that Tim seemed pretty satisfied with his answer, "Besides, I had to get up some time and eat; it's already two o'clock. I'm not missing breakfast and lunch."

Tim didn't say anything, only looked out the window of the dining room showing the view of the front of the manor. Seeing that he was troubled with something Dick spoke up, "Is this about last night?"

Tim made a mental note to try to learn to make sure his emotions weren't so readable, he looked up at Dick innocently, "What do you mean?"

"Well this must be pretty confusing for you right? Jason trying to kill you… Then one day showing up, ready to break a leg for you."

Tim paused. He had a few theories for Jason's erratic behavior; one being that he was an insane psychopath. That was the easiest answer though, and from experience, Tim knew that the easiest answer is usually most likely not the correct one. He could be trying to use them, manipulate them into having to owe him something. Or maybe he just wanted respect; to be the best. He didn't see how having to deal with Dick's own version of torture fit into the plan of either of those theories. The only thing he could logically narrow it down to was the fact that Jason genuinely wanted to save them out of his own instinct or heart. But that couldn't be right.

"I think confusing is just the right word for Jason right now."

Dick only smiled and didn't push the subject, "What's the story on Pamela and Croc?"

Tim was thankful to be talking about something he was more comfortable with, "The police were able to take in Ivy, but Croc disappeared back into the sewers. I doubt he'll be showing his face for a while though, but Bruce and I are still working on tracking him. We'll get him eventually."

"And the Bank?"

"Seems like we were able to get there before anything was stolen."

Dick nodded, "Where's Bruce by the way? Was he okay? He seemed to be pretty pinned down at the time…"

Tim noticed the hint of worry in Dick's voice and smiled, "He said he's fine. Got a few flesh wounds but nothing he hasn't handled before."

Dick rolled his eyes, "His description of fine compared to a normal person's would be very different."

"Well at least he slept a little last night. He'd been going non-stop ever since Pamela got out of Ark-" Tim almost fell off his chair as he heard screaming coming from Dick's bedroom. He got one look of fear from Dick before he was out of his chair; quickly abandoning his cereal and sprinting towards the stairs. Tim was fast to follow, but memories of Jason bleeding and collapsing on his floor, Jason attacking Dick in the bathroom, the look in his eyes of pure fear; these thoughts kept invading his mind; distracting and slowing him down. When the screaming stopped Tim slouched down to the floor gripping his head, trying to regain control of the blurred flashbacks. He stayed in that position for a minute before pulling himself back up and walking towards Dick's room. He had to check if they were okay. Make sure Jason wasn't going to attack Dick again.

The site displayed in front of him when he did reach Dick's room was highly unexpected. He sort of was just frozen there, unbelieving, trying to make out what exactly was happening, "Is he… Crying?"

Dick looked up at him guiltily, "This is my entire fault… He… I should have been there… This is my fault."

Jason was shaking in his arms and Tim shook his head angrily, "Dick, you've been with him for at least sixteen hours now, you can't blame yourself for anything; I'm surprised you've lasted with him for so long. If it's anyone's fault it's mine, I should have switched with you ages ago…" Tim muttered under his breath, "I can't believe I'm doing this but…" He walked over to Dick and tried to detach him from Jason but he shook his head, "What are you doing?"

"Look, do what you want, stretch your legs; check on your Nightwing stuff, look at your cuts, just take a break. I can take it from here." Tim smiled for reassurance but Dick still looked reluctant.

"You need a rest, just trust me okay? I can do this. You can even check up on me every thirty minutes if you have to." Dick hesitated for a moment considering his offer, then asked, "Jason can you hear me? You awake?"

Jason's eyes blinked into focus as he seemed to try and make out his surroundings. As soon as his eyes locked with Tim's he abruptly tackled into him; his weight pinning him to the floor. Tim's first reaction was that he was being attacked, but then Jason's arms wrapped tightly around him and he was pulled against his chest, "I thought you were dead… I thought I killed you…"

Tim bit his lip; this was a bad idea. It was too late to pull back now though, "Yeah, you tried doing that a few times, didn't really work out for you… Dick what the hell is wrong with him?"

Dick seemed to be as surprised as Tim was, "Well he is a little bit out of it…"

"Dick…" Tim said warningly.

"And I may or may not have given him a little dose of… well a 'happy drug'.

Tim groaned as Jason's grip slightly increased; if that was even possible, "Still think you can handle it?" Dick smirked.

"Yeah, yeah… I think… As soon as I can breathe properly, I should be fine…" Tim gasped as Jason buried his face into his shirt and mumbled something, "Seriously we should stop giving him drugs. It really makes him weird. Anyway, beside the point; you should go and do whatever; I'll be here getting crushed."

"Alright, fine. But don't hesitate to call me if something happens or if you need me."

"We'll be fine just… How long does this so called 'happy drug' take to wear off?" Tim asked.

"About an hour…" Dick grinned then walked out the door, "have fun."

Right… Fun wasn't exactly the word Tim would use in this situation. Suddenly Jason started muttering into Tim's shirt, "I love you Timmy…" Whoa, okay; out of bound area. That was one way to make him really uncomfortable, "You're like a- a kitten cat; you can land prop-arily and you walk quietly and you're really light and it's really hard to kill you… It's easier to save my little kitter-catter…" His voice was slurred as if he was drunk. Seriously what the hell had Dick given him? "You know what's funny? My brother wants people to call him Dick… Like- come on… Who wants to be called the colloquial name for penis? Seriouser-arily." Tim raised his eyebrows and shrugged. He actually made kind of a good point there. Jason began laughing and put his arms around Tim's thighs and back and lifted him up. Alright, this wasn't a great sign; Tim was ready to call out for Dick before suddenly Jason fell back onto the bed and started muttering to himself again. Hopefully Tim would be able to survive this long enough for Jason to return back to normal, because right now, he wasn't sure if he liked the happy-drunk version of him. After about ten minutes Jason had resumed his tight hug death-grip and was now snoring against his shoulder. This was all completely out of character for Jason. Tim almost kind of felt bad for they guy. He had been forced into staying with his family, hugging people and now being happy. Well… At least he wasn't trying to rip his throat out… And they only had about eight hours left before Poison Ivy's effects would fully wear off.

-Two hours later-

"Oh god," Tim awoke to Jason's voice and the feeling of his tensed muscles around his body, "Oh god," he repeated, sounding both horrified and tired at the same time.

"What? What's wrong?" Tim asked quickly getting up.

"Fuck… I remember everything…" He put his hands over his head in shame, "Holy shit, I'm going to kill Grayson for giving me those drugs."

"Don't worry Jason, it's not like I'm going to tell anyone…"

"Hell no you won't, or else I'll come over when you're least expecting it and stick one of your batarangs up your ass. You understand?" Jason said calmly.

"Um, yeah… Got it, didn't really need that imagery but sure… Are you going to sort of… Get off me now?"

Jason paused for a moment then swiftly rolled off him; finally allowing Tim to be able breathe properly, "But seriously… Kitter-catter?" Tim smirked.

"Shut up replacement," Jason growled then punched his shoulder making Tim wince in pain, "What's that?"

"What's what?" Tim asked, rubbing his shoulder.

Jason eyes narrowed, "Your foot… Is on my foot. I don't appreciate it."

Tim shrugged, "Oh, sorry, but you're still under Ivy's influence and it won't wear off for another six hours so unless you want to go through killing me and Dick again… or whatever you were going on about, you're just going to have to deal with a little bit of human contact for a while longer."

Jason groaned, "Well, great." He then gripped Tim's shoulder and got out of bed.

"Where are you going?"

"We're going to the kitchen. If you haven't noticed, I haven't eaten for a good eighteen hours so you could say I'm a little peckish."

"Right…"

After going through half the food supplies, they still had five and a half hours to kill.

"Shit Tim, when is Bruce coming back here?"

Tim was about to answer before he realized, "Did you just call me Tim?"

Jason looked at him for a minute before quickly replying, "No."

Tim paused, "Did you just call Bruce… Bruce?"

"Stop redirecting the question replacement."

"In about an hour… Why?"

Crap. Jason needed to leave; this had already been an awkward enough adventure today without the Bat involved. But how could he? He was still trapped with the baby bird for five and a half hours, "Alright, we're leaving."

"What? No." Tim stated, "I'm not going with you on one of your 'great escapes'.

Jason gripped Tim's wrist and began walking out of the kitchen. Tim knew that there was no arguing with Jason which left him really with only one choice. He swiftly picked up a frying pan as Jason dragged him towards the door then swung it against his head; making him fall to the ground, groaning, "Alright replacement, now you're going to get it," Jason snarled as he pushed himself upwards. Tim quickly thrust the pan over his head again, making him fall unconscious to the ground.

"Tim is something happening I thought I heard a noi-" Dick froze almost as quickly as he had appeared then looked from Jason to Tim, then back to Jason.

"He wasn't very content on staying," Tim pointed out.

"Yeah I can see that… Do you think it's sad the amount of times we have had to knock him out these last three days?"

"I don't know, it kind of helps me realize why he hates us so much…" They watched Jason for a few seconds before Dick said casually, "You want to watch a movie?"

Tim shrugged, "Yeah sure, but you're sitting next to him. I don't want to be strangled when he gets up."

Dick nodded and threw Jason over his shoulder, "No problem… Nice idea with the frying pan by the way. I've got to try that one day."

As they both walked towards the living room, Tim realized that this was probably the closest they were going to get to being brothers; all three of them. And even though Jason would run off as soon as the effects of Poison Ivy's venom would wear off, at least he was here now. Usually unconscious or drugged 98% of the time, but still here; being almost normal brothers. That was probably the only way he could positively describe Jason, Dick and his relationship; almost normal brothers.

Hey guys, sorry this chapter took a while but it's done and I think I might stop there. I could do an epilogue though depending on what you guys comment/review. It's just that I'm at a point where I'm feeling finished with this story. But tell me what you think and thank you for reading! (Also I did this pretty late at night so I might have to go over mistakes later, sorry.)