Okay so the first time I started writing this it was humor, so were the second and third times. After that I gave up and it ended up like this. It was ment to be a request for EvatinaMars, I'll keep trying at a humor story for these two as I can think of a few things, I'm just bad at writing humor. Hope you like it.

Jason stumbled down the alley, bouncing off the walls, a bottle of vodka in one hand and his knife in the other. His words slurred together becoming an incoherent babble that echoed in the darkness. This was how the youngest bird found him. He guessed the unintelligent gibberish was most likely swearing from the tone of Jason's voice. At first Damian found it simply amusing to watch but slowly that changed. A small group of badly dresses men blocked Jason's path. After, what Damian guesses is a threat for money, Jason lashes out with his knife. The young robin knew that had this been a normal night and Jason not drunk off his face the men wouldn't have lasted a second. But as it were, in the time it should have taken Jason to put them flat on their backs, they had him on the ground at their mercy. Quickly Robin swung down into the group of now surprised men. After knocking them out Damian almost literally carried Jason home.

When Damian finally managed to get the drunken man inside the apartment he was shocked. He couldn't work out why tho. The place looked exactly like he expected it to. It looked dingy and empty.

"In the… cupboard… Dick left then here…" it took the boy a good five minutes to work out what had been said. Upon working it out he investigated to cupboard it find a change of clothes, there was also clothes for the other members of the family. He quickly changed.

He returned to the main room to find Jason was no longer on the couch where he had been left, rather he was face down on the floor.

"What the hell is wrong with you Todd?" he didn't answer.

"TODD!" Damian was not impressed with Jason's lack of cooperation.

"Todd?" he wasn't breathing probably.

"Jason wake up." Damian shock the older man, softly at first but quickly grow more violent when he didn't get a response. A soft rattle in Jason pocket drew his attention. There Damian found an almost empty bottle of painkillers.

"Shit." Damian checked his pulse and wasn't pleased by what he found.

"Jason Todd, you better wake up right now." The young man didn't respond.

"You're not allowed to die unless I say so and it's in a duel with me." The silence in the air was heavy, crushing even.

"Todd please don't die. Not like this. This isn't you, your hear me." His voice slowly rose in volume.

"Wake up. I don't know what to do… I don't know."

Damian left his brother in order to get his phone. He tried his Father first, but was informed by a mechanical voice he 'was unavailable at this time.' The home phone rang out and he didn't have Alfred's privet number, he always answered the land line. Dick wasn't an option as Nightwing was on the other side of the world with Superman.

"DRAKE." He barked into the phone as soon as it was answered.

"Need help."

"What?"

"I… I don't know…" Damian's composer dropped. Slowly he started to cry.

"What? Damian what's happened?" panic started to hit Tim.

"I don't know."

"Where are you? Are you alright?"

"…"

"Damian I can't help you if you don't answer me"

"It's Jason."

"Jason? Did he hurt you?" again the line went silent.

"Damian please talk you me. I need you to answer me." As he spoke he started tracking the call.

"Are you hurt?"

"No." The answer small and scared.

"Is Jason hurt?"

"Dying." Tim's heart missed a beat. Jason was dying, the man who had tried to kill him, and he was panicking.

"Tim I'm scared, I don't know what to do."

"I'm on my way."

Tim made it to the apartment in record time. Damian had Jason lying flat on the floor, his chest barely moving. Tim did a quick check over. Plus: too slow, Breathing: faint, Response: none.

"What happened?"

"I found him in an ally drunk. He collapsed so I brought him here. I think he swallowed a bottle of painkillers while he was drinking."

"Shit. Has he thrown up?"

"No"

"Damn. Have you called Bruce?"

"Father didn't answer. Neither did Alfred."

"Keep trying Bruce. I'll call Leslie and tell her to expect us ASAP."

It took twenty minutes to get Jason to the clinic, nearly an hour for Leslie to do her thing, ten minutes to set him up in a room and two hours to get hold of Bruce.

"Father?"

"What is it Damian? I just got out of an interrogation. Can this wait till breakfast?"

"Todd O. ."

"He what? How? Is he…?" Bruce didn't want to finish his sentence. The thought of losing him again, especially since they were starting to work things out, was just too much.

"He downed a lot of Painkillers and alcohol. We got him to Dr. Tomkins clinic but he hasn't woken up. She said it's down to him now. Father do you think Todd will fight to live?" Bruce heard it, the little boy that still survived inside his son even after what his mother did to him.

"I'll be there soon." Damian slipped his phone back into his pocket and walked back to Jason's room. The older man had and oxygen mask on and a tube in his arm. He looked far to pale but for the first time, in Damian's knowing of his, he looked at peace. There were no frown lines, no sneer and no glaring eye. Damian liked it but at the same time it scared him. He wished his brother was this relaxed all the time, or at least a little more than he normally was. But the thought that he needed to be between life and death to get so relaxed coursed his heart to pause for a moment.

"He'll be alright… right?" Damian stood in the doorway, he refused to enter the room.

"I don't know Damian. Jason's been… lost for so long now. I hope he will be but…" Tim let the heavy weight of all that had happened, was happening, hang in the air.

"I… I really don't want him to die."

"Neither do I little brother." Normally Damian would start screaming about how he isn't Tim's brother but right now he liked it. He had learnt from Dick over the past years that big brothers protected their younger siblings. And tonight, after feeling so alone when Jason passed out, he wanted to be looked after. To not be in charge.

"Damian, it's going to be okay."

"He's still dying."

"Damian, I don't mean he's definitely going to live. What I mean is that if he doesn't it will still be okay. I know it sounds lame, like a line from a movie death scene. But it will be. We have each other. We have family and friends. No matter what we will always have someone, you'll always have someone." Damian had slowly shuffled into the room. Tim took a few steps towards him and wrapped his arms around the small boys shoulders.

"Awww…"

Both boys snapped around to face the bed. There Jason lay facing them with a sleepy expression.

"That was just too cute, Dick-birds gonna be pissed he missed it." Both boys where to relived to be angry at his comments.

"Your awake." Tim exclaimed.

"And I thought Batman was the world's greatest detective." Damian simply smiled, maybe, just maybe, he could get to like all his big brothers.

Maybe.

Okay so what happened when Bruce arrived and what Alfred was doing? Well that's up to you. I hoped you liked my brotherly fluff without Dick. I'm still after requests so ask away.

Love,

AtarinaMAK