Chapter 1: Resting up and Going out.

"Jay."

'What?' Jason's eyes wanted to open but the thought sent pain from his eyes through his skull.

"Jay."

'What's beeping?' Jason tried to open his eyes only to for everything around him seem to grow more intense. 'What's happening?'

"Jay?" A female voice sounded distance. "Come on Jaybird."

'Barbie?' Jason's eyes fluttered and finally opened.

Bright light blinded Jason. He moved his hand up and covered his eyes. He heard machines whirling and a beeping that came from his side. Jason moved his hand as soon as his eyes adjusted. Jason looked around and saw a beautiful red head looking back at him. She was sitting in a Gotham Prep uniform and looked like she had been crying. Her eyes were covered by slick wire framed glasses.

"Barbra?" Jason smiled. "How's it going Barbie?"

"Oh my god!" Barbra Gordon started crying tears of joy as she flung herself forward and hugged Jason tight. "I was so worried! Everyone was!"

"Worried?" Jason hugged Barbra back and looked around. He finally noticed the heart monitor attached to his finger and the IV tube sticking from his arm. "What happened?"

Barbra stood back and wiped her eyes. "You," She took a deep breath and stared over her fellow sidekick, "You really dont remember?"

Jason laughed and looked confused until he felt a tight pain in his chest. Jason tried to move slowly, so slowly he felt like it took hours just to sit up straight. He looked down and saw that his chest was covered in faint scars.

Jason's eyes shot wide as he remembered the endless beating of the crowbar. The bomb ticking away as he felt his body fly through the air. The explosion sending him and Bruce flying even further through the night sky of Etheopia. And finally the bloody vision of the crow staring him over as he laid dying.

"Fuck me." Jason laid back again. "Did.. Did I die?"

"No!" Barbra said grabbing Jason's hand. "You've been in a coma for nearly a year though."

"A year?" Jason asked.

"Bruce has had the doctors here at Gotham General checking on you non-stop." Barbra said. "Even had Tim tap into the security system and keep an eye on you that way."

"Hey," Jason looked at Barbra, "I missed my birthday."

Barbra stared at Jason and smiled. "You find out you've been in a coma and you're worried about your birthday?"

"Well fuck Barbie. Only turn sixteen once you know." Jason winked. "Besides, all limbs intact. Breathing normally. Heart beat regular. I'm fine. A little physical thearpy and I'll be better then ever."

Barbra smiled and leaned to kiss Jason's hand. "I've missed you Jaybird."

"Oh I am wondering one thing." Jason said kissing Barbra's hand as well. "Who the fuck is Tim?!"

"Welcome home Master Jason." Alfred Pennyworth stood by the doors as Dick Grayson pushed wheelchair bound Jason through the open doors of Wayne Manor. "We've been waiting for so long for you."

"Well if Dickybird had insisted on driving then we would have been here sooner you know that." Jason smirked and looked at Dick out of corner of his eye. "But I thought one year long coma was enough. Didnt need another one."

"I'm not that bad at driving." Dick said defensively.

Barbra walked in and handed Dick his keys. "You are actually. By the way, you need to check your transmission, second gear sticks a bit." Barbra winked and Jason busted out in laughter.

Jason continued to laugh until a shadow from the stair case drew his attention. Jason looked up and saw Bruce Wayne staring down at him. Jason smiled up at his mentor/father figure and wheeled himself over the edge of the stairs as Bruce decended them.

"Bruce." Jason said softly.

"Jason," Bruce leaned down onto his knee before Jason and smiled, "Welcome home." Bruce embraced Jason tight.

Jason was caught off gaurd momentarily until he hugged Bruce back and smiled. "It's good to be home."

A cough brought Jason and Bruce from there embrace and Jason looked over and saw a young black haired youth standing by Alfred.

"You must be Baby Bird." Jason asked as he wheeled over to Tim Drake. "Tim right?"

"Yes sir." Tim said blankly. "I mean yes Jason, uh, Mr. Todd?" Tim blushed dark red. "Oh not going well."

Jason busted out into laughter again and held his hand out. "Its Jason. Ever call me sir or mister again and I'll fucking knock the shit out of you got it Baby Bird?"

Tim gawked at Jason and Dick shook his head. Barbra giggled slightly as Bruce crossed his arms.

"Master Jason!" Alfred spoke sternly. "I understand a coma will affect some of your memories, but you do remember J-House Rule number one do you not?"

Jason leaned his head back and groaned loudly. "Ugh! Alfie!"

"Jason!" Bruce said holding back a laugh.

"Jason's House Rule Number One," Jason recited from memory, "No cursing in front of youngsters, women or Alfred."

"Master Tim is a?" Alfred asked crossing his arms.

"Youngster." Jason mumbled.

"Miss Gordon is a?"

"Woman."

"And who am I?" Alfred spoke confidently.

"Alfie." Jason mumbled again. "Speaking of which, did you know what two months ago was? My sixteenth birthday! Where's my cake Alfred?"

Alfred stared over the smiling boy in the wheel chair. Amazing what only two weeks of thearpy had done to the boy. He was capable of walking, swimming, and given enough rest, could run for nearly a mile. His hair had started to return back to its dark red coloring along his roots and Alfred smiled.

"Right this way Master Jason." Alfred grabbed hold of the wheel chair. "I just finished the frosting as Miss Gordon pulled up. Gifts are already set up as well. Master Bruce decided it was best to throw a party instead of just having cake."

"Bruce you da' fucking man!" Jason yelled shoving one fist in the air as Dick and Barbra followed behind Alfred.

Tim waited until the others were out of ear shot and walked towards Bruce.

"If you're wondering how Jason there was Robin then dont." Bruce smiled. "He may have a foul mouth, bad temper and even be reckless, but he is more then capable."

"Actually I'm more shocked he wasnt angry about me being the new Robin." Tim retorted.

"Technically you're not yet." Dick answered for Bruce from the corridor. "You will be soon though. Jason is smart Tim. Smarter then most anyone else you'll meet from the streets. He understands Bruce had to get a new Robin for Batman. Its why I wore the old outfit while you were training and Azreal took over for me as Nightwing in Bludhaven. No one can know that Bruce is Batman, the fact you figured it out was just luck."

"My training is nearly complete right Bruce?" Tim asked as Bruce smiled down at his new ward.

"I think one final test is up actually." Bruce smiled and stared past Dick. "In fact it woke up about two weeks ago."

Jason stretched his arms over his head as far as he could as he lowered even lower into his splits. He was wearing loose work out shorts and a skin tight wife beater. Barbra walked into room and stopped.

'Wow.' Barbra thought as she looked over Jason's physique. 'Year long coma and he still looks like he's chishled from stone.' Barbra caught herself and blushed deeply and coughed loudly.

Jason looked over his shoulder at Barbra. "Yo Barbie!" Jason smiled as he rolled from his splits and into a handstand. "Just stretching out the kinks and shit." Jason flipped onto his feet and cracked his neck. "What you doing in here?"

"Jason," Barbra started.

"Oh no." Jason laughed as he sat down on the bench of the work out room of the BatCave laughing.

"What?" Barbra asked worried.

"You said 'Jason.'" Jason laughed. "Not Jay. Jaybird. Jase. Nope. You said Jason. Which means this is going to be the, 'Are you sure you're ready to spar blah blah,' speach isnt it?"

Barbra slapped Jason on the arm playfully. "I dont say 'blah blah'," She laughed. "But are you sure Jason? I mean you've only been out of coma for a month. You're walking around great sure but combat skills are totally different muscles then walking around the house. You know that."

"Only way to get back to work is get those muscles in use again then huh?" Jason smiled and looked over the beautiful red head.

Barbra was a teenage boys wet dream come true. Her breast were full and sat high on her chest. Her stomach was flat and athletic, while her hips were full and curvasious. And of course, as Jason had admired many times over the four years that Barbra had been blossoming, her long toned legs came up and shapped into a perky butt.

And that was just her body. What Jason admired more then anything were Barbra's bright baby blue eyes. Jason had failed many tests back in school cause of his tutor's eyes. He lost himself in them everytime they studied together.

"Of course I guess if you needed to work out muscles you would still call Dick?" Jason asked curiously as he leaned down and readjusted his training shoes.

"If that was your subtle way of asking if me and Dick were still me and Dick," Barbra smiled and looked out of the corner of her eye at Jason's toned back, "Then the answer is no. He wanted to play the field and I wasnt all that worried about it. It was clean, no heart break. He's dating Koriand'r now anyways."

"Starfire and Dickybird?" Jason asked. "That's a match made in dim wit heaven." Jason's retort caused Barbra to laugh as well. As the two finished their laughing and Jason finished putting training weights on his arms and legs Barbra began to head to the door. "Hey Red?"

Barbra turned around eagily. "Yeah Jaybird?"

"If you and Dick arent you and Dick anymore," Jason smiled and crossed his arms, "Oh fuck it I'll just ask. Wanna go out with me Barbra?"

Barbra walked up to Jason and placed her gentle hands upon Jason's face and kissed him gently on the lips. The kiss was tender, long, and to Jason's joy, extremely pleasurable. Jason placed his hands on Barbra's hips as she wrapped her arms around his own. After what seemed a life time Barbra pushed away and giggled to herself before turning away and heading towards the door.

"I'll take that as a maybe then?" Jason asked after catching his breath. Barbra laughed and turned around walking backwards to the door blowing a kiss towards Jason. "Shit. Alright then," Jason smiled again, "That's defintely a fucking maybe."

Tim stood across from Jason wearing a white training gi and a red sash for a belt. Dick stood behind Tim wearing the same gi with a black sash while Bruce stood off to the side wearing a black gi with a black sash. Jason was wearing a simple pair of basketball shorts and the same tight fitting wife beater.

"You're fighting in that?" Tim asked confused.

"I was about to ask you the same fucking thing." Jason laughed. "You look like a Manga regect. Seriously a red sash?"

"Basketball shorts and wife beater?" Dick shot back. "You look like a drunk getting arrested on an episdoe of Cops."

Jason did a fashion twirl. "Just jealous cause I look fucking sexy and you look like a second rate Naruto rip off."

"Alright boys." Bruce yelled. "Jason wants to get back into shape and Tim wants to take the mantle of Robin. Jason is in no shape for the field and Tim is almost ready." Jason cracked his knuckles and stretched out his legs as Tim held his fists pressed together with his eyes closed doing deep breathing. "Jason," Bruce continued, "You have nothing to prove. Take it easy and dont over do it." Jason waved his hand and scoffed. "Tim you on other hand have everything to prove. You want to be Robin? Then you'll have to beat the Robin that came before you. Are you both ready?" Jason smiled and crouched a little and held his arms down by his sides. Tim crouched low also and pushed one foot back behind him while holding one hand over his head and the other held out before him. "Begin."

Jason rushed forward and before Tim could think and was grabbing the younger teen by the outstretched arm and flipping him over his shoulder and back causing Tim to fly through the air and flip landing on his chest and face.

"Come on Baby Bird!" Jason taunted as he stalked around Tim. "I've been in a coma for a fucking year and you let me get the first move? Bad sign!"

Tim hopped to his feet and went to swipe Jason's legs. Jason fell backwards avoiding the kick and landed on his upper back and he kipped up striking at Tim with open palm strikes and a flury of kicks that Tim could barely counter.

Jason skid to the side and struke Tim's ribs with three precise jabs and followed it with a back wheel kick to the back of Tim's head. Tim fell forward and rolled through and turned around fast. Jason was already on him though and caught him in the jaw with a powerful hay maker that sent Tim flying back against Dick.

"Ouch." Tim said as he stood up off of Dick, who rubbed his chest where Tim and smacked into him. "Was that a hay maker?"

"Not all *gasp* fight *gasp* with martial *gasp* arts." Jason said between gasps of breath. He was drenched in sweat and his vision blurred slightly. "As of right now, you havent laid a single fucking hit on me. Doesnt look good for ya Baby Bird."

Tim popped his jaw and stood at the ready for another of Jason's attacks. Jason stepped back some causing Tim to step forward. Jason smiled as he crouched low and quickly bust out on a run forward.

Tim ran forward as well and went for right jab. As Jason started to duck to the left, Tim faked and came up with a left hook. As surprised as Jason was, he was able to duck under the hook and bring his body horizontal off the ground right before Tim and slam his feet into Tim's chest. The dropkick sent Tim flying backwards landing with a loud thud while Jason fell back and rolled backwards landing on his feet grasping his chest breathing heavily.

"Enough." Bruce said sternly. He stepped onto the training mat as Tim rolled onto his feet and Jason stayed nealing down. "Tim do you mind telling me what went wrong?"

Tim got to his feet rubbing his aching chest and jaw. "I was caught unaware by a more experience fighter."

"HA!" Jason laughed as he barely got to his feet. "Way off Baby Bird."

"Oh yeah?" Tim asked cocking his eye brow. "What was it then Jaybird?"

Jason smiled as Tim used his nickname. "Call me that again and next time my dropkick will put YOU in a coma." Jason laughed and sat down on the bench breathing heavily. "Its cause you went into the match expecting to win. You thought, 'Oh look at this lame-o, coma induced fuck-tard. I bet he wont be able to throw a single punch.' And that," Jason coughed and stretched his legs out before him, "Is why you lost."

Tim looked down ashamed. "I underestimated you and payed for it."

"You also over thought your moves." Dick stated causing Jason to nod vigourously.

"That leg sweep I saw coming a mile away." Jason stated." The only thing you didnt over think was the feigning left hook. Had I not seen your right arms muscles relax and your left arms muscles tightened I may have been caught by that one." Jason admitted. "Also your hook needs some work. Your recovery time is terrible. I was able to get my legs up off the ground and hit that dropkick on you in tight quarters. You should have been able to stop that."

"They're both right." Bruce said but he smiled. "Then again not every street scum is as skilled a fighter as we are. So Jason, is he ready?"

Jason looked over Tim and sighed. "Even if he's not you cant go much longer with out a Robin. And Bludhaven is going to be needing the real Nightwing back soon." Jason looked over at Dick and smiled. "Fuck its a day of chance taking. I think he's ready Bruce. Just take him on slow nights. No meglomaniacs for at lease three months. And have him take two asprin," Jason smiled and winked towards his successor, "And call me in the morning."

Jason and Barbra walked up the long carpet arm and arm. Jason was holding a cane with one hand and Barbra with the other. He was wearing a nice leather dress jacket with black jeans and a white shirt while Barbra wore a loose yet elegent purple dress. Gotham Prep Prom was in full effect, and all though he had not reenrolled yet into classes, Barbra, being a Senior, brought him as her date anyways.

"Hey hey look who it is?" A blonde girl and a smiling red haired girl waved enthusiaticly towards Barbra and Jason.

"Artemis." Jason stated nodding his head slightly. "M'Gann. Arent you two a little young to be here?"

"Megan!" M'Gann said sternly. "Jason come on you know you cant use that other name here!"

"Chill." Jason kissed Barbra on the cheek and waved over to Roy Harper standing by the bleachers. "They sound exactly the same no one noticed." Barbra giggled along with her fellow Teen Titan teammates. "I see Roy over there." Jason whispered to Barbra. "He looks good for being fresh out of rehab. I'm going to talk to him."

Barbra kissed Jason tenderly on the lips. "Be careful Jaybird."

"Of course Barbie." Jason winked. "I'm very subtle about shit. Fuck I mean no one is as good as I am about being caring and shit."

Barbra laughed as Jason used the cane to walk his way over to where Roy Harper stood with his arms crossed. He was wearing a casual red tux and kept scratching absently at his upper arm. Jason rested against the wall next to Roy.

"Jaybird." Roy acknowledged.

"Roy-d Rage." Jason smiled.

"You hear about what happened during your coma I guess?" Roy shook in anger.

"Chill Red Arrow." Jason whispered so only Roy could hear him. "I'm not judging you man. Finding out you're a clone. Having found Artemis was an assassin for the League of Shadows and of course everything with Dick leaving the team and then coming back and then leaving again," Jason rolled his hand in the air, "I know. Its a fucking roller coaster bro."

Roy smiled and shook his head. "So elegant."

"Hey Shakespear wishes he was as good as a fucking linguist as I am." Jason said proudly. "I got words for days asswhipe!"

Roy laughed hard and looked over Jason. "How was coma?"

"Sucked." Jason stretched. "I missed my birthday, the period of time after Barbra and Dicks break up to where she would be up for mindless sex." Jason shrugged at the last one. "Not that I'm just wanting that of course."

"Of course." Roy nodded hidding his smirk with a fake serious face.

"I mean it." Jason laughed. "Barbra is special. She could be the one you know?"

"Dude." Roy looked over Jason. "First off, you're sixteen, dont think about that. Second," Roy's eyes glazed over and he looked down, "How do we know we're friends? I mean how do I know the memories of fighting side by side with Robin the Boy Wonder were me, or the real Roy?"

Jason smacked his cane against Roy's foot causing his friend to jump up in pain. "You are Roy Harper. You may not be THE Roy Harper, but you ARE Roy!" Jason's voice was getting angrily close to a shout. "His memories are your memories. Fuck that 'I'm him but not him' bullshit!"

Roy stared absently at Jason and exhaled loudly before placing his hand on Jason's shoulder. "Thanks Jaybird."

Jason smacked Roy on the arm where he had been scratching causing Roy flinch in pain. Jason curiously rolled up Roys sleeve, past the elbow where there was a small scar on a vein which, to Jason's joy, was healed up and looked like it had been for months, up higher to reveal a fresh tattoo.

"You've got to be kidding me?" Jason laughed. "Inked up are we now Roy?"

"Its a cover up." Roy admitted pulling the sleeve backdown. "I dont remember getting the original one."

"Heroine will do that to ya." Jason snarked. Roy smiled and nodded in agreement. "Come on." Jason wrapped his free arm around Roy's shoulder and walked out to the dance floor. "If Barbie doesnt get a dance out of me soon I'll be back in a coma. And you are no wall flower so get over there and ask Artemis to dance or I'll shove my cane up your ass!"