When I'm awake enough to be able to open my eyes, I see blue curtains. I know exactly who's blue curtains they are, and who's bed I'm lying on at the moment. It's not the first time that I've woken up here, in Dick's apartment. There have been missions that have ended badly, or when I was younger, I would come over here if I was in disagreement with Bruce on something. Without Dick there, that happened more often than we'll ever admit.

I push myself into a sitting position, which is slightly difficult considering the IV stuck in my arm that's pumping fluids into me. Ugh, why is he even doing this?

I jump when someone puts their hand on my shoulder. I look up at Alfred, Bruce's old butler, and I understand then why I've got the IV. The butler is pretty experienced in the medical field, especially since Bruce started his late night trips around Gotham. I'd say that he's an old friend, since it's been so long since we've talked but I can't even remember when we last did.

"Madam Jane."

"Alfred." I lift my arm up, looking at him quizzically. "You going to explain this?"

"I did hope that you hadn't lost your manners, but it's evident that you have, Madam Jane." The old man tells me, sitting next to me on the bed while he looks at the IV bag contents. I huff, and look at the rest of the bedroom. It seems that Dick's not here, and he must have left me with Alfred. His clothes are lazily shoved into their designated drawers in the dresser, and the wall has a big "Flying Grayson's" poster. There wasn't much else to see, since he only spent a few hours a day in here.

"It seems that when Master Richard found you, your vitals were unusually low for what you had been doing before. There was also a poison flowing through your blood stream, which is most likely the cause for your hallucinations and lack of ability in the field as of lately." Of course, Alfred would know about that.

But, poison? Well, shit. Who could have gotten something like that into me? Because of my training, I'm pretty resistant to most toxins. Maybe I should also be asking what could affect me like this.

"What's the name of the poison?" I grumble, already going through a long list of all the possibilities.

"First, you need to thank myself and of course Master Richard for saving your life. You may be out of Wayne Manor, young lady, but that does not mean that you can treat us like scum." Ah, Alfred. The old butler is still tough enough to shove orders into a killers face. "And then after that, you are going to take a needed shower because you smell worse than Master Bruce does after he goes through the sewers."

I blush in embarrassment, and I scratch the back of my greasy head of hair. The last time I had been able to take a shower was at least a week ago.

I squirm for a moment before I give my best smile to him, "Thank you, Alfred, for taking care of me." Please kill me now.

He nods his head in approval before gently pulling out the needle. "Good, now go take a shower." Alfred pats my head like a dog, and I snort when his mouth quivers in disgust. He nods again, before walking out to the living room.

I stand up, noticing then that I'm only in my underwear and sports bra. I suddenly feel violated, and I grab a towel from the closet before locking myself in the bathroom.

After emptying out about half of the contents of Dick's shampoo and conditioner, than lathering myself in a thick amount of body wash, I step out of the shower with the towel wrapped around my naked body. Part of the reason that I don't take showers is because I always get too deep in thought about things. Bad memories usually come up, and it's hard to shove them back after they've reappeared in my mind. Which is part of the reason why I keep repeating myself as I think about everything.

I groan when I smell my undergarments. Good lord, maybe I could kill a few men with my stench alone. Geezus, thank you Alfred. I'd like to have a reputation of killing people, not for my stinky smell. Still wearing only the towel, I peer outside of the bathroom door.

Where did Alfred go? Bruce probably called him back to the Manor. I need to get out of here soon, and get back to work. I slowly creep to the laundry room to put my clothes in. I can get them back later.

"Jane?"

I yelp when I realize that I'm not alone, and I instinctively bring my elbow into the boy's face. "Argh!"

I grab Tim's hand before he can fall back from the shock of suddenly getting punched, and he blinks a couple of times. "Um, Jane, your towel-" I blush a deep red as I let go of him. As calmly and coolly as I can, I pick the towel back up and wrap it around myself. On the inside, I'm screaming at everything.

"What are you doing here, Drake?" I growl as I rush over to the laundry room, and throw the rest of my clothes into the washing machine with my others. Alfred must have put them in there earlier. The replacement hands me a big t-shirt that he had gotten from Dick's room, and I gratefully take it from him. I put it on when he turns around.

"Dick called since he wanted me to check up on you." He answers, obviously not completely thrilled to be here. "You're obviously enjoying yourself here."

"Alfred made me." I grumble, seriously considering whether or not I should punch him.

"Alfred? Jane, he's been in the Cave the entire day, helping Bruce find the Joker." Tim sounds and looks completely serious, but the kid's a professional liar. "He hasn't left there in hours."

I shake my head, and I pull my wet hair into a ponytail. "He. Was. Here."

He doesn't move from his spot even when I fight off his tight grip on my wrist. "Jane, I'm being serious."

"I am, too!" I bark, and I decide to just pull him to the bedroom. I point to the IV pole that was still there. "Alfred took the needle out for me, and then told me to take a shower!"

Tim sighs, and he let's go. "Alfred doesn't even know that you're even here. Only Dick and I do, so unless he's turned into a telepath-"

"Alright." I interrupt, not wanting to hear his sarcasm. That's when I know that he's not lying. I don't know, it's like a spider sense. Or maybe I really have turned insane now. Maybe I've truly crossed the line this time.

I sit on the bed, staring at the ground, not sure of what else to do. Tim disappears, and I notice the familiar black duffel bag under the nightstand next to Dick's bed. I use my foot to pull it over to myself, and I unzip it to see my helmet and mask. I pick up the big bucket, and I stare at it instead of the floor.

"Here, Jane."

Tim has a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, which I know is something that he 'specializes' at. It's not hard to make, and it's perfect for patrol. I nod my head in thanks, and take it from him. I nibble at it, not sure of what to say. This wasn't something that either of us expected to happen; being in Dick's apartment with me practically naked and him feeding me a sandwich while I'm slowly losing my mind.

"How's that super secret boy band of yours?" I ask, internally laughing at the joke.

"The Titans? They're fine. We're fine. And, would you please get it right for once?" Tim sighs when he sits next to me. "You were on the team, too."

"For only a couple of missions, and that was as Robin. I was never their all mighty leader." I remember one of those missions with the Titans wasn't too long before I died. That wasn't a ridiculously long time ago, actually. I'm not that old.

"I'm not all mighty." He replies, shifting his weight, obviously uncomfortable with that statement. I snort, knowing fully well that I'm right from what information I've gotten on Red Robin and his Teen Titans.

Tim is trying to glance at me without my notice, but it's plain as day to me. "What?"

"I want to ask you if you're alright, but-"

"It's pretty obvious that I'm not." I shove the last of the sandwich into my mouth, and I pull my legs into my chest. I'm still holding my helmet in my hands, like I'm afraid to lose it.

Tim takes it from me gently, or at least tries to. I smack his hand away, and scoot to the other side of the bed to sit on one of the pillows on the bed. The big t-shirt goes over my knees as I cross them together. I don't know why I suddenly feel so protective over the helmet. It's not like it makes me the Red Hood. I'm the Red Hood because I'm the Red Hood. It's simple as that.

He rakes his hand through his hair, and he takes a deep breathe. "Jane, you need to trust me. You need to trust Dick. We're you're brothers-" I scoff at that, but he ignores it. "And we want to care for you like brothers. This is something that Dick would totally say, but just because you push us away, doesn't mean that we will push you away."

"True words of Goldie." I chuckle, though there is a lack of any emotion in my voice. I was beginning to feel numb as the replacement continued to talk. He was almost making me feel guilty. Almost.

"Jane…"

"Tim…" I mock him, sending a dark grin towards him. We're both silent for a little bit until it's rudely interrupted by the front door opening.

"Tim?" Dick's voice rings out in the air, and the replacement gets up to greet his big brother. He's met halfway at the door of the bedroom, and Dick smirks when he sees me. "Oh, good! You're awake, Jay!"

"If I wasn't just clothed in a damn shirt, I would kick you in the face." I growl at him, and that stupid smile of his only gets bigger.

Tim grabs his arm, and pulls him into the kitchen. I already know what he's going to talk about, but that's not what catches my attention. A loud beeping was going off in the laundry room, and I jump out of the bed. After seeing that the two Goldies are still in the kitchen, I creep over, and yank the clothes out from the dryer. These aren't mine, since mine are still in the washing machine.

"Oh, thanks for helping with the laundry." I jump when I hear Dick behind me, and I string a few curses before throwing the dry clothes at him.

"Sure. Whatever." I mumble, and finish putting the other load in. I know what he's trying to do: he's trying to act like nothing is going on, and that everything is perfectly fine. Honestly, I think I'd rather take Tim's upfront brotherly feelings.

When I look up, a bastard clown is staring me right back in the face. For a second, I'm completely terrified, until I snarl at him. This must have been a big joke for him. The entire place suddenly turns into a warehouse, scarily similar to what happened with him that night. That night in hell.

"Are you having fun yet?" He asks in that mocking voice of his. I crouch down, and swipe him off of his feet before jumping over him. I'm careful to pull the shirt lower on me, and I run down to the other end. I find Damian standing at the exit, and next to him is my helmet. Oh, this is going to be great.

I grab it, and avoid the little demon's fists. "Come on, Damian! Don't be such a brat!" I put my helmet on quickly, and I grab the hood on the kid's neck. He let's out a loud hacking sound before I just lift him onto my shoulder.

"Todd!" Damian yells at me, and I'm about to leap out of the window until it suddenly explodes. I shield my eyes with my arm, and leap back when the Joker is suddenly in front of me.

I should have grabbed my guns, or maybe a crow bar. That would have worked much more quickly.

Something is suddenly stuck into the back of my leg, and almost immediately, I lose feeling in it. I fall onto my side, with the demon child falling with me. "Todd!"

"I know!" I grunt, putting him behind me. "Just shut up, and don't get killed! For fuck's sake, I'm not the one that's supposed to be saving you." Something else sticks into my other leg, and my vision was beginning to blur. The Joker is standing over us, and I'm trying to shield Damian from the crow bar. The weapon comes screaming down at my face, and I black out.