Blood of the Skull

by Savy160

Do you want to talk about it? Jason, please talk to me. What happened? That's one thing Jason refuses to address: his past. But when an old enemy returns and threatens a certain Baby Bird; he has no choice, but to confront the past. WARNING: This story contains abuse, suggestive themes, self-harm, suggested rape, violence, and language (mainly from Jason). Not Slash. Completed

12. Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Bruce's POV

"Dick, slow down." I ordered into the phone.

"We need you! Now!"

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know! Damian and I were threatened and almost kidnapped! And Jason-"

"What!" I exclaimed. "How? What happened?"

"I don't know. Tim was with Jason and-"

"You left Tim alone with Jason?" I growled.

"Yes! I did! I didn't know I needed your fucking permission! Maybe if you were here instead of doing whatever the Hell you want, this wouldn't be happening! What is the point of coming back from the dead if you're not going to be with the people who need you!"

"Dick-"

"We all need you, Bruce! We need you and you're not even here! You left me to deal with your city and your kids! We need you now!" he screamed. "I… I need you."

"Just slow down. What's going on?"

"I don't know. There are these people with these masks and tattoos like skulls. It's like a cult or something… Did you check the information I sent you?"

I opened my laptop and opened the link Dick sent me. I was faced with the image of a corpse in combat gear and a blood red skull mask. The man's tattoo matched the mask perfectly.

"Dick, I've never seen anyone like this in Gotham before." I replied.

"That's the point! I don't know what to do, Bruce. They took Tim. They're forcing Jason to do something… I need you. We need you. Please come home."

"I'll be on the next flight to Gotham."

Jason's POV

Leaving the Batcave, I ran through the cemetery. I didn't stop until I reached my grave and the skull leaning against it.

I almost began hyperventilating at the sight before my eyes. My casket had been taken from the Earth. It was lying on top of the ground, beside a freshly used shovel.

No. Not again.

"Let's see how good of an escape artist you really are." The skull growled.

Tim's POV

I opened my eyes and blinked rapidly as my eyes focused on my surroundings. I found myself to be tightly tied to a support beam in the warehouse. Except for a few crates, the place was mainly empty.

"I see you're awake." The masked leader said as he approached me from the shadows. "Your time is running out. Your time and Jason's."

His hand reached out and stroked my cheek before snatching the tape and the fabric from my mouth.

"Why are you doing this?" I croaked.

"You don't know? And I thought you were the smart one."

"What do you want?"

"Revenge… I want what was rightfully mine."

"Where's my brother?"

"Do not worry. Jason shall be along shortly. And you will have the honor of watching him die for a second time." He said as the familiar delight in his eyes betrayed him.

"I know who you are! You're-" I began to shout, stopping as his hand clamped over my mouth.

"Hush. We don't want to ruin the surprise." He whispered.

"Master!"

The two of us turned as one of his followers soon appeared.

"What?" the leader growled.

"The Gypsy called Wayne! He's on his way to Gotham! He's coming here!" the servant hissed as his leader began to laugh.

"Then let him come. This will be the second time Batman will lose his son… two of his sons." He replied, while smiling darkly at me.