A/N: This is just the last chapter in Jay's POV! It's mostly just a filler, but I love Jason with all my heart and he's my favorite okay.
Also, I posted this chapter 24 hours after the last one, so read that if you missed it!
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty is awake," Jason said casually crossing his arms and leaning on the console of the Bat-computer.
Bruce, now dressed in sweats and a T-shirt, had one eye closed as the other focused through the lens of a microscope. "I'll be done in a minute. Where is Timothy with the other microscope?" He replied unmoving.
Jason rolled his eyes. "Didn't know I was supposed to keep up with Burgerboy's whereabouts." He straightened up and walked closer to the console. "This the blood sample Tim just gave you?"
Jason tapped a few keys as Bruce continued to look through the microscope, displaying what Bruce was seeing on the Bat-computer. He looked up, eyes analyzing the cells of Dick's blood. Looked like a normal blood sample to him.
"Yes," he replied curtly.
"You find anything?"
Bruce lifted his face and rubbed tiredly at his eyes with one hand, "Not yet."
"Is there even anything to find?"
Leaning forward in his chair, Bruce began tapping at the keys on the computer. "I don't know. We don't want to overlook anything." A pause. "How is he?"
Jason straightened up. "Confused. He needs some things cleared up."
"And Damian?"
"Baby bird's still asleep, last I checked." He turned towards the med-bay, but his eyes remained on his adoptive-father. "You coming?"
"I need to get the data of this sample scanned into the computer. It'll take a few minutes."
Jason shrugged his shoulders and began walking down the corridor towards Dick's room. He raised a hand towards his head and rubbed at his temples.
Fuck, he had a headache. He hasn't gotten much sleep since they got back from the bust. I mean, it was kind of hard to fall asleep anyways. There was too much to do; too much to worry about. He took his time getting back to the room. He didn't exactly want to start explaining anything without Bruce or the Replacement. Not that he couldn't do the debrief for Wingnut, just he…he didn't really want to. Batman's, or even Red Robin's, stoicism was much better suited for this one. He'd keep it short, sweet, and too the point without lingering too heavily on the finer details. What's the point of going in-depth if Dickface couldn't even remember anything?
He was reaching the end of the corridor where Dick's room was when he heard him scream out in pain, and Titus start barking in response.
Immediately a panic welled in Jason's chest. Shit, shit, shit, he thought as he ran the remaining distance. He opened the door and his eyes were met with Titus, running in small circles, absolutely flipping his shit and Damian staring wide-eyed at the floor in shock, looking like he just awoken from a nightmare.
He glanced at the bed. Where the fuck is Dick?!
"Damian!" He called to the kid over Titus's barking. "Where the hell is -," he stopped short when he followed the direction of Damian's eyes to the other side of the bed.
"Fuck!" He pushed his way past Titus still continuing to run in circles, and dropped to his knees on the other side of the room. Sure enough, Dick had his back leaning against the end of the bed, crouched in a ball grabbing at his chest with both arms. His face was scrunched in pain, his breathing erratic. His jaw tight as he tried to keep himself from screaming out.
"Titus! Bruce!" He shooed the Great Dane out, and he obeyed immediately. Jason placed his hands on both of Dick's shoulders and attempted to keep him up straight. "Damian! What the fuck is he doing on the floor? What happened?" Jason was practically screaming at the younger boy in an attempt to talk over Dick's hyperventilating.
"Dick! You need to breathe!" The second-oldest glanced back at the room's other occupant. "Damian! Answer me!" Said boy's eyes were still wide staring down at his brothers. Sweat could seen glistening on his face, his breathing quick like he did actually just wake up from a nightmare, and woke up to another one.
"I - I didn't - I didn't mean to! I thought - I thought he -" Damian struggled to get the words out of his mouth as he glanced between the two of them in panic.
"What's going on?" A voice interrupted. Jason looked up towards the door and saw Tim, his eyes filled with worry and confusion.
Dick had yet to inhale a full lung of air, almost sounding like he was choking on nothing. His struggle came out in loud gasps with the periodic cry of pain. Dick couldn't breathe!
Tim moved beside him also placing his hands on Dick's shoulders. "We need to straighten him up. He can't breathe curled in like this." Both boys put their hands on either shoulders and the knees of his legs attempting to uncurl him.
"Dick! Stop! You're going to hurt yourself!" Jason tried to be gentle, acknowledging Dick's injuries.
"Come on, Wing. Breathe!"
Desperately, the two Reds tried to get their brother to cooperate, but their efforts were futile. Could he even hear them?!
Suddenly, the door opened and Titus reentered the room with Bruce in tow. Wordlessly, the two moved aside and let Bruce take their places. Gently, but with strong hands, Bruce pulled Dick's arms away from his chest. Taking Dick's uninjured hand and placing it on his own chest, Bruce covered Dick's hands with his. Together, their hands rose and fell with the breathing of Bruce's chest.
"In," Their hands rose. "Out." Their hands fell.
Tim looked to be rummaging through the cabinets. "I can't find the oxygen mask. I'll go grab one from the med-bay," he said before leaving the room.
Both him, and surely the Replacement, has seen Bruce do this before. Whenever any of them struggled with a nightmare, or suffered from a panic attack, Bruce would do the same thing: Breathe with them. Jason wasn't sure if Damian had experienced that with his own Father, but he's sure Dickface was that person for him, just as Bruce was. They just haven't been around long enough for each other, with Bruce kind of recently back from the dead.
Speaking of the baby bird.
"Damian," Jason began more quietly than earlier. "What happened?"
Damian watched and listened as Bruce continued to breathe with Dick.
"I was asleep. I believe I was having… a night terror and Grayson interfered. My instinct was to push him out of the way. I didn't know it was him," the kid replied, his eyes glued to the pair on the floor.
"Shit kid, how hard did you push him?"
The kid tensed even more in shame and guilt, but a look of anger graced his face. Gah, shit, Jason thought, I'm not helping.
"Look, kid, he's alright. I didn't mean -"
"Jason," Bruce's voice interrupted. He glanced over and saw Bruce moving to lift Big-bird back onto the bed. Silently, Jason moved to do the same and together they gently hoisted him up back onto the bed.
Dickface only looked to be half-conscious and still struggling to stay awake.
Jason pulled his hand away from his older brother's arm only for it to be covered in scarlet liquid.
"Bruce," he said, not being able to hide the concern in his voice "I think the stitches in his arm reopened."
Jason began to peel away the bandages from the gunshot wound from earlier. It hadn't been a damaging wound, but Alfie did have to dig the bullet out. Bruce was already removing the bandages around Dick's chest to reassess the damage to his ribs.
Behind the bandage, the wound was swollen and his skin was torn further than the original stitches were. Half of the wound was completely separated from the stitches and looked even worse than the original gunshot!
"Shit, Bruce. It's bleeding really bad." He held the bandages he just unwrapped firmly back on the wound as a temporary fix.
Bruce was in a frenzy, rummaging through cabinets. "Damian, go get Alfred." Apparently, he didn't move because it was followed almost immediately by an angrier, "Now."
"Jason, keep pressure on his arm."
Jason wanted to scoff at that. Of-fucking-course, he wasn't going to let him bleed out!With his hands still firmly pressed on his wound, Jason slightly shook his brother as he saw that he was falling back asleep.
"Hey, no, no, no. Come on, Wingding, you had more sleep than any of us all night. Stay awake."
Fuck, he was not having a good day, was he? Dick's eyes were unfocused as they tried to find Jason's. His eyes couldn't find Jason's and they closed shut, his body falling limp on the bed.
Ah shit.
A/N: Pay attention to these little angsty events! They're adding to a bigger picture! I'm not planning on going into further detail on this whole scene. The next few chapters are going to move by quickly to focus on investigating Crane and his endgame. Any idea who the cloaked figure in the car is?