"Jason, Damian's alive!"

His mind screamed, his heart pounding dangerously against his chest. He grabbed Damian by the hand and made his way over to the window. He took a quick glance back and forth before pulling down the curtains.

He'd made his absolute best effort to make sure Damian was hidden. Did someone see them when Damian took off? Had someone seen them the night he found him.
Keep calm Jason, he told himself.

"What do you mean Damian's alive?", he tried to keep his voice calm.

"I don't know. I mean not really. I just...Bruce came back and all he said is Damian's alive. He's looking for him now, well we are, you need to come home, Jay.", his words were quick and breathy.

So Bruce was back. This was just what he didn't need. There wasn't enough time. He pulled Damain close to his chest and sat down on the couch.

"Jason are you there?", Dick's voice rang sharply, "Jason you have to come home. Tim's coming too."

"No. No I can't come right now."

"Jason.", Dick almost snapped, "Damian's alive. God only knows how or why or what state he's in. He needs us, Jason."

He needed to think quick. He had to go. It wasn't ideal in the least, but he had to. If he didn't it would be suspicious. Even for Jason.

"Yeah, sure, yeah. I'll come. I'll be there Dickie."

Damian stiffened in his arms when using Dicks nickname. Like it rang some sort of bells. Jason repositioned his hold around Damian to include his arms. He could feel Damian's chest begin to rise and fall rapidly. Had he remembered Dick? He didn't seem to remember Jason, he hadn't even thought of Dick. They were really close, closer than anyone in the family had been in years, he should have thought of that.

"Thank you, Jason.", Dicks voice was almost a sigh of relief, "Do you want me to send Alfie to pick you up?"

"No,", he blurted, "No it's fine, I'll take my bike."

Damian began heaving dangerously, his body forcing itself against Jasons arms in attempt to break free.

"Yeah alright,", Dick continued, "B called everyone over, so there should be a full house for him...He's back Jay,", he choked, "Our little D is back."

"Yeah, he is,", Jason said absently trying to keep Damian still, "Listen I gotta go if I wanna be there in time or whatever, so I'll see you soon okay?"

He hung up before Dick got the chance to respond. He threw the phone on the cushion beside him and let Damian go.

The disoriented boy stumbled forward with a groan. He landed on his knees before grabbing the sides of his head and letting out an awful scream. His face turned a dangerous red and his shoulders trembled.

Jason nearly flew off the couch and scooped Damian in his arms.

He began to flail and slap at Jason's arms, screams still ripping themselves out from him.
Jason held Damian close and waited for the fit to pass.

He was remembering things too fast. His brain and body wasn't ready for it. If Bruce found out where he was then he would take Damian away, lock him up and hook him to machines. He'd never grow or recover that way. It would only make things worse. He couldn't go to the mansion, at this rate Damian would rip out his own hair. He couldn't stay in the apartment, Dick would come looking for him.

No, he had to run. It was risky, Bruce and Dick knew all of his aliases, so he'd have to get new papers, and even then he'd have to be really careful to not be seen by anyone. He couldn't stay in the country, no that was even riskier.
Jason wasn't sure where they were going to go just yet, but he had to think fast.
He began to rock Damian back and forth while his screams subsided to sobs.

A/N I'm so sorry this is incredibly short and it took so long! I'll have another chapter up so soon! I hope you enjoy!