The man's body was miles behind Jason, as he stumbled to find the nearest town. The rocks cut into his bare feet, and his wet and threadbare clothes were providing no warmth from the piercing wind. His whole body screamed in pain with every step he took, and his lungs ached from the gasping breaths he was taking in. With shaking legs, he traveled for hours until he came across a town.

Jason's eyes glanced from building to building, his breath coming in short gasps as he panicked. He was terrified that he would snap again and… and… kill someone.

A man walked out of a store and caught a glimpse of Jason," Hey! Boy?" There was a rough, foreign kind of tone to his voice.

Jason tried to take a step forward but his legs gave out and he fell to the ground, hard. His body had already been pushed to its limits, and this was the last he could handle. Darkness pressed down on his vision, and Jason succumbed to it; his body relaxed and all the pain faded away.

**********Break**********

Unfamiliar voices broke through the silence that Jason was clinging to, desperate to stay in the quiet darkness. He shifted his body, and a wave of pain rolled through him. His back bucked upward and strong hands shoved him back down.

"Now, calm." A voice spoke in broken English, as Jason opened his weary eyes.

He looked up to see a wrinkled old woman staring into his face," Where'm I?" He spoke sleepily.

The old lady turned around and spoke to somebody else in a different language, then turned to the confused boy," Safe. You are safe here."

Jason looked around and took in his surroundings. The walls and roof appeared to be made of aged wood, and he was laid on a straw bed. His sluggish mind put two and two together and deciphered that he was in some sort of barn.

He struggled to sit up, but the lady fiercely pushed him back down and said," Rest. Now."

When he was met with resistance his anger flared up. The uncontrollable rage filled him, and he lunged up toward the older woman with a scream. His hands wrapped around her neck and he squeezed, causing her hands to scrabble at her throat, desperate for air. Jason had forgotten that she had been talking to someone else until a fist slammed into his face. He was thrown off of the older women with a shout, and he quickly jumped up on shaky knees.

The two men screamed in their native language at Jason, then turned to the gasping women with concerned faces. Jason took this opportunity to slam a knee into the smaller one, and gave the taller one a swift uppercut. They fell to the floor, unconscious. The young man's mind was in a fury of blood lust, as he reached for a nearby piece of metal. His fingers curled around it and then he slammed in into the men's back, they screamed as their back's broke with a loud crack. Jason only paused for a second in shock at his own strength before returning to swinging the metal rod.

Slam

Crack

Snap

Slam

Slam

Slam

Over and over again he slammed the metal into the men and the lady, they stopped moving after a five hits, they stopped screaming at ten hits, and at twenty… they stopped breathing. Jason stepped back from the bloody bodies and looked from himself to the dead people he just murdered with an expressionless look on his face.

Suddenly, all the feeling flooded back into Jason. He let out a choked sob and collapsed to his knees, the bloody metal fell out of his hands and onto the hay besides him as his eyes skimmed over the horrific murder he just did.

There was a shout from behind him, and Jason spun around to face an old man who was wearing a shocked look on his white, pale face. Thankfully, Jason didn't feel the urge to kill him, only the primal rush of fear rushing through his veins. The man drew a gun from his pocket, and aimed it at the terrified boy. There was a loud crack, as the gun fired; Jason dodged it but not before it grazed his shoulder.

He took this opportunity to run toward his attacker, dodging the bullets and fists as he ran past him. He kept running, and running and running. Throughout the town, leaving the way he didn't come, people shouted at him in a language he didn't understand as he ran by. His shaking legs carried him faster than he ever ran in his life, thinking that if he ran fast enough he could leave his sin behind.

Hate replaced his fear, hate for himself and what he's become. Jason couldn't bear the thought of facing Bruce after this; he couldn't even bear the thought of facing anyone. He was a monster, a murderer, he wasn't better than Joker or any other villain they had thought. While he ran, the pain faded away into nothingness, his mind focusing on nothing but his own guilt.

One mountain became two, and two became three as Jason ran aimlessly across the barren terrain. Eventually, a more modern looking town came into view, and his eyes widened. He didn't want to risk murdering someone again, but he had to find a place to lie low for a while, find some place to grab some cash. When the first building was near Jason paused and looked into the window, where a shock greeted him. One glance into the reflective surface gave Jason an idea on what he looked like. His jet black hair was long and dirty, and he realized that the clothes he was wearing were his old torn Robin outfit. His whole body was shaking from exhaustion and he had multiple cuts and bruises across his skin, causing every moment to send pain through him.

There was a man walking by and Jason slunk behind him, getting ready to swipe his wallet. This whole pattern was eerily familiar to before Bruce had taken him in, living on the streets, stealing people's hard earned money and living on the barest of means. Jason "accidently" bumped into the man while quickly slipping his hand into his pocket and pulling out a wallet, fat with money. He murmured a quiet apology and turned the other direction, a small, proud smile forming on his face at this miniscule victory.

A hotel style building was close by, and Jason started toward it. Anybody who passed by him shot him a disgusted look, one he was very much used to getting thrown his way when he prowled the streets. The money was foreign and so were the people, but Jason never paid attention in school so he couldn't identify where he was. When he got into the hotel, he pulled out a thick wad of cash and placed it on the counter, and accepted the key to his room.

Jason didn't know what he was expecting to find, but this certainly was one of the worst hotels he had ever had the misfortune to stay in. The bed sheets were discoloured and messy, and bugs crawled across the floor in a hurry to get away from the approaching human feet. He took two steps before his legs gave out and he fell against the bed with a heavy thud. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as his body sunk into the bed and sleep over took all other senses.

**********The next morning**********

A loud thundering noise tore Jason from his fitful sleep. He jolted awake and put a hand on his stomach, immediately recognizing where the noise came from. Jason would have given anything to have a home cooked meal from Alfred, but the thought of his family made his soul feel heavier.

He swung his feet off of the bed and stood up with a groan, every muscle in his body aching. Jason's hand reached towards the wallet and pulled some paper money from it, and started walking out the door, firmly locking it behind him. The man at the hotel counter pointed Jason toward a store where goods could be purchased, and the young man walked over to it. When he pushed the doors open a bell rang, alerting everybody of his presence. All costumers turned and gave him a look that inferred that he was trash, and Jason struggled to control his rage.

Keep it in check. Don't kill anyone else. He thought, chastising himself.

It took a few tries, but eventually Jason found some things that looked like Spam, bread and crackers. He had no idea what any of the papers were worth, so he shoved a few down next to the cashier who gave him a dubious look. On his way out he nicked a phone out of a women's purse and hurried back to his trash hotel, supplies in his hands.

He sat down on his bed, and dumped all the food onto it. With a pang of hunger, he ripped open the can of processed meat and ate it with his hands. Jason's shaking fingers scooped the meat into his mouth, as he devoured every morsel of the fake meat. He paused, only to take a bite from the bread then continued to ravenously eat. When his stomach could hold no more he took a deep sigh of satisfaction.

Jason suddenly remembered that he had stolen the mobile phone and reached for it. He clicked it on and looked at the bright screen, glad to find that it wasn't password protected. With a tap of his finger he selected the Google icon and logged into his account. He was two minutes into his researching when he remembered something with a shock; Bruce could see when he logged on. Jason threw the phone to the floor and slammed his foot into it repetitively. With a satisfied crunch, the phone broke and Jason was safe from Bruce's prying eyes once more.

He gathered his supplies, and left the hotel at a run.

And kept running.

Jason ran and he ran and he ran.

No destination in mind.

He just ran.

Ooooooh boi. I'm really proud of this chapter and idk why. I'd like to thank the three guests and Leradomi who left a review on the previous chapter. It means a lot when people take the time to write a review! And the three people who favourited and followed: Thank you too! Okay, that's it. BUH-BYE!

(Edit: I recently posted the wrong chapter to this story, and if you read my Thanks Alfred story then you will see that I somehow posted the one with Dick Grayson (?) I have no idea how, but there were two of those one labeled thanks alfred chap and one labeled Revived but somehow they both were the TA chapter. Thank you to the guest who reviewed and made me see what the matter was. I'm so glad I caught this now, rather than when I was at school. I'm sorry for the confusion, this has been super embarrassing but it's over now! SORRY)