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uhm, let me just point this out now, i pretty much changes the story line to fit my liking, SOOO heres how it is: Jason did die when the joker killed him, but he didnot die a second time. Dick is NightWing, he is with Young Justice. Tim is robin, he is not with Young Justice, idc how the plot is in the show. and Damian is in training. he is not robin yet.

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Shadow Hood

Chapter 2

Crushed

"What's happened to Jason?" Batman replied. His voice was steady, but his brow was furrowed with worry.

"C-come to the hospital, second floor, room 23B. I will explain everything when you are here." A click on the other end of the line sounded as the woman hung up.

Bruce glanced around at the rest of his family, but before he could open his mouth to say something, his eldest son cut him off.

"We're all coming, no matter what you say." Bruce looked down for a moment, then nodded. It wouldn't be any use to argue.

He stood, then led the way out the door, down the long hall, and out to the car.

His spirits dropped as Gotham's smoke-darkened rain wet his head for the second time that evening. As if they weren't low enough.

"I will call you once we know what's wrong with Jason, Alfred." Bruce waved goodbye and swung into the waiting car in the drive.

"As you wish, sir." Alfred frowned as he turned back to the door and stepped inside.

He watched the car until the rain so muddled his vision through the window that he couldn't see the headlights anymore, then turned with a sigh to the phone on the table next to the door to wait.

~10 min. later, at the Gotham City Hospital~

The Bat's family entered the arched, comfortably-furnished lobby, and Damian, still hungry from the interrupted dinner, took one longing glance toward the closed cafeteria.

Tim gave him a dirty look, and he snapped out of it.

They got in the elevator, and Dick pushed the button to take them to the second floor. It was an uncomfortable thirty seconds in the elevator, with Bruce silent as a gargoyle and Damian's stomach occasionally growling in a feeble attempt at comic relief.

Dick was the first one out as the bell dinged at the second floor. Bruce was quick to follow, and they almost jogged down the hallway to room 23B.

Everyone but Damian and his father gasped at the sight on the hospital bed. It was as if a body from a train crash had been brought there from the morgue. Stitches were over the worst of his wounds, but the smaller ones had been merely bandaged, and blood was soaking through the cotton and staining the gray hospital gown and white sheets.

"Jason," Bruce murmured, he would have closed his eyes in grief, but for the fact that he couldn't stop staring at the broken boy in the hospital bed.

A tall lady, dressed in a white lab coat and glasses, stepped rapidly into the room. Her dark brown hair was up in a bun at the back of her head, and her black eyes were bloodshot, the lids around them puffy and red. She took a moment to wipe them before speaking.

"Good. You're all here." She sounded almost relieved, but worry was still heavy in her voice.

Bruce stepped forward with a question. "Were you the one who called me?"

She sniffed, nodding."Who are you, and what happened to Jason?" he asked.

"I'm Elizabeth Bosworth, and I have been Jason's doctor for two years. I suppose you wouldn't know... probably Alfred takes care of routine things like that.
Three hours ago, Jason was rushed to the hospital, after someone called saying there was an explosion. He had been beaten and left to die. After we got him here, I called you."

"Why isn't he in Intensive Care?" Dick asked, anger lying below a thin layer of calm in his voice.

Elizabeth frowned, then glanced back at Jason, then down at the ground. A tear slid down her cheek as she looked up.

"They don't have any more room," she said, her voice low and broken. "Tonight was a bad night for injuries. Low visibility in the rain."

"What about other hospitals?"

"We've already tried transferals. They're all filled up. Unless you want to send him to someplace where the doctors don't wash their hands between patients." Her voice was bitter as she spoke.

"What are his injuries?" inquired Bruce, stepping forward to assess them himself.

The doctor hesitated a moment before replying.
"Three broken ribs, four broken fingers, a collapsed right lung; various cuts and bruises. His left leg is also broken."

"All in addition to his previous condition-" she quickly cut herself off, putting a hand over her eyes for a moment while she attempted to compose herself.

Bruce's eyes narrowed

."He shouldn't be able to move for a month. He was very lucky though; if he hadn't arrived when he did, he wouldn't have made it." Ms. Bosworth looked down again for a moment, then her dark, honest eyes looked back at Bruce.

"Who the hell did this to him?" Damian asked, his voice laced with anger. His stomach was forgotten now; he was almost glad now he hadn't eaten anything. The body in the bed was enough to ruin his appetite for days.

A new spark flared in Elizabeth's eyes. "I don't know, but when I find out-" she shook her head, unable to finish her sentence.

"His body is exhausted, and he should wake in a day or two," she said. "I'll leave you, then. I've other patients to attend to." With that, she left the room

.Jason…..what have you done? Bruce stared at Jason's still face as he sat down next to his bed, questioning, wondering... so much he didn't know.

Dick, Tim and Damian stood around the room, as there weren't any more seats. The Bat deserved to sit next to his son right now.

'I'm going on my last mission, and I'm not going to make it out of this one.'

Bruce remembered the words clearly. Had Jason known this was going to happen? Did he know he would be saved? Most likely not; he wouldn't have sent the recording if he did.

They silently watched Jason, waiting for him to wake up.

Damian half cringed as he looked on. He wasn't quite hardened to the sight of dead bodies yet-and this was nearly as bad. Jason's body was broken, lacerated, his skin almost as white as snow. The only reassurance that he was alive was the light rise and drop of his chest under the sheets.

Tim was more used to sights like this than Damian was, but it still disturbed him. And knowing that that was his brother in the hospital bed there-not just some unfortunate bystander-made it all the worse.

Come on, Jason, you came make it out of this. It was the cry of all their hearts.

But Jason's awakening wasn't far in the future-and no one would have bargained that then all hell would break loose.

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