So, my dance class was cancelled tonight (Thank you snow! :D). Not that I don't like dance, because I love it, but I was not looking forward to going out in this weather. So, since I don't have to I decided to post a new chapter :)
This is the longest chapter so far. And I decided to add, not an epilogue like I had previously thought, but another chapter! :) So this one is actually the second to last and the next one is the last.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or DC Comics. I own the storyline and nothing else!
Chapter 8 - Saved
It had been three months since 'The Incident' when it happened.
Black Mask came into their cell. He never came in. He was normally wherever his goons took them, but he never came inside personally. Jason thought he had just up and left, leaving them to be his goon's play toys, because neither of them had even seen him since Tim was raped.
Jason never did get Tim to specifically tell him who had raped him, but every sign the boy gave pointed to Mask. And by the way the boy was stuck like glue to Jason's side, trembling and whimpering at the sight of the black faced man, Jason knows his guess is probably correct.
"Hello, Timothy. Do you remember me? Because I remember you."
Yup, it was him.
Tim curls himself further into his brother's side as Jason wraps his arms around him tighter, trying to hide him from Mask.
"Aww, it looks like the two prisoners have formed an alliance. Well, not for long." He snaps his fingers and five large men come in and pry the two brothers apart kicking and screaming.
"JASON!"
"TIM!"
The two are dragged out to the top floor of a warehouse, the skylight above them telling them that it's currently night, and Jason is immediately pushed to his knees while his wrists are chained to the floor.
Tim is thrown at the wall on the other side of the small warehouse, trembling at the sight of the man standing before him with a gun pointed at his face.
"TIM!" Jason yells trying to get out of his restraints to help his little brother.
"P-P-Please...D-D-Don't hurt me." Tim squeaks out pushing himself further back against the wall in an attempt to get away from the man.
"No can do, kiddo. Unless you tell me your parent's bank code."
"The bank took everything when my parents died. My house, everything in it, all the money...I don't have or know anything. Please just let us go." Tim pleads with tears forming in his eyes.
Mask puts away the gun before stomping as hard as he can on Tim's left leg. Tim lets out a cry of pain as the cracking sound is heard throughout the entire warehouse.
Jason watches in horror as after that Mask's large goons join in and they pummel his little brother. He can barely even see Tim, just people hurting him and a few flailing limbs every now and then, but he can definitely hear him. It's a different kind of torture for the both of them, but an effective one. Jason's ready to yell out where his mom hid their safe of money, and it's long gone by now, just so that they'll leave his brother alone.
Jason stops screaming at them to stop when he sees a shadow up at the skylight, but when he looks up there's nothing but stars. The next time he sees the mysterious shadow three figures burst through the skylight, making everybody freeze.
"It's the Bat!" one of Mask's goons yell.
"Kill them!" Mask shouts, as he grabbs his gun from out of his pocket and Tim from the floor. He holds the thirteen year old by the throat against the wall, his feet dangling about a foot in the air, with the gun against his forehead.
Just as his finger touches on the trigger something, or rather someone, runs into him, knocking him hard on the head and within ten seconds Tim is on the floor trying to get air back into his lungs and Mask is out cold on the floor beside him.
"Are you alright?" a kid, Robin Tim's mind immediately tells him, asks.
Tim shakes his head and Robin helps him to stand. The kid ends up having to support almost all of the teen's weight as he shoots a grappling hook up to the roof and gets them both up there.
Just as soon as they're out of harm's way Jason lets out a sigh of relief, knowing that at least Tim is safe now.
A guy with a blue bird on his chest, Nightwing Jason remembers from the times he's seen him around Crime Alley, runs over to him and quickly gets him out of his restraints.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine." Jason replies. Nightwing nods and does the same thing as Robin did getting them both to the roof.
"Tim!" Jason runs over to the younger boy who holds onto Jason for dear life, "Are you okay? Your leg..."
"I think it's broken." Tim says trying, and slightly failing, to keep the tears at bay. Jason just holds him tighter.
"It's okay, Babybird. It's gonna be alright. I've got you." he says trying to comfort the boy.
"Jason Todd and Timothy Drake." They both look over at the sound of a new voice and see Batman standing before them.
"You know who we are?" Jason asks, his hold on his brother tightening a bit.
"Yes. Timothy Drake ran away from the orphanage he was put in, and Jason Todd is wanted by the GCPD for murder."
"What?" Tim asks looking shocked a a bit frightful as he pulls back and looks up at Jason.
"Tim, I promise that was a long time ago. I'd never hurt you. Ever."
"But you...You kiled someone?"
Jason sighs, "Yes."
"Fourteen people if my count is correct." Robin says, smirking slightly. His smirk disappears when Nightwing smacks him over the head.
"You said that you told me everything about your past...Why would you leave something like this out? I trusted you, Jason."
"Tim, I'm sorry. I am so, so, so, so sorry. I know you trusted me, and like I said, that was a long time ago. That's not who I am now, and I knew that you would be afraid of me if I had told you that in the state you were in when we first met. I get it if you don't want to be my brother anymore, but I am truly sorry." Tim looks down at the ground and Jason sighs. He stands up and tries to walk over to the three vigilantes when a cry makes him stop.
"Jay, wait!" He turns back around to face Tim who is now trying, and failing because of his broken leg, to stand up to get to Jason with tears spilling down his face. He rushes back over to the boy's side and Tim wraps his small arms around his waist.
Tim whimpers as he buries his face into Jason's shirt, "I meant what I said about needing you, Jason. I don't want to lose my big brother."
"I don't want- Can't lose you either, Babybird." Jason says. He kisses the top of his brother's head and and holds onto him afraid that they might have to be split up. Jason is wanted for murder, he's going to jail. And Tim...Tim's probably going to be sent back to some high security orphanage to make sure he doesn't run away again. They'll have to leave each other.
"B," Nightwing says, "We can't split them up."
"I know." is the reply.
"Tt. It's not like they're real brothers. There's no rule about not splitting up fake brothers." Robin says looking at the scene before him with both disgust and awe.
"Would you like it if I died and someone split you and Nightwing up?"
"That's different."
"How, Baby Bat?" Nightwing asks putting a hand on the younger's shoulder.
"Because you and I are legally brothers. There were no documents ever made about those two ever leagally becoming brothers."
"They're both orphans, B." Nightwing says, ignoring Robin.
"Your point is?"
"Don't you kinda have a habit of taking in orphan boys with black hair and blue eyes?"
One more chapter left!...That I still need to write. I'll be finished soon, though. So be on the lookout for the next update :)
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