A/n: I'm going to try my best not to overthink this one or make it too long because I can't afford to waste that kind of time. That being said, it is an alternative prompt but I've had an idea kind of like this for a while so chances are good… hopefully…. Also, idk if this counts as friendly fire bc at this point, Jason isn't on great terms with the fam, but shhh

Today's prompt: (alt prompt) Friendly fire

"Stay where you are or I shoot," Red Hood threatened, aiming his gun right at the blue bird spanning his brother's chest.

Nightwing raised his hands in the air placatingly, but only paused. "Little Wing, you don't have to do this," he said calmly, taking another step forward. Jason fought the urge to step back - he couldn't seem weak and this also wasn't the biggest rooftop.

He shook his gun. "I said stop," he growled, the mask's voice modifier hiding the undercurrent of fear in his voice. A part of him didn't really want to shoot. After all, Dick had been one of the only ones to consistently try to make an effort to reconnect with Jason, to try and learn to accept him how he was instead of just seeing him as a completely different person. Even if it meant Dick kept seeing the Jason he used to be, and was annoyingly persistent, that part of Jason appreciated it. It made him feel less lonely and it made him hope that maybe there was a place for him back in the family.

But hope was dangerous and the green took advantage of that.

"Jay, listen to me," Dick whispered, threatening another step forward but Jason had already reached his limit for patience. He couldn't hold back the green anymore.

"I told you to stop," he hissed. "You couldn't just leave me alone. You can't do anything right, huh? You left me alone when I needed you most as Robin, and now you won't leave me the fuck alone. You're mad at those people I shot? I killed? Well, I'm about to shoot one more."

He saw Nightwing's eyes widen before the gunshot registered in his brain. He followed the vigilante's masked eyes as they looked down at the red stain, spreading along Nightwing's side.

The green that had tinted Jason's vision since he'd seen the Bat's shadow earlier in the night finally dissipated and he realised what he'd done. His hand shook as he stared at his gun, one bullet short.

Dick stumbled forward before he fell to his knees, hand glued to his side.

"Little Wing, wait- ", he gasped, but Jason was lost.

He'd shot his own brother. The only one who'd made him smile in the worst of times, defended him against Bruce when he was Robin and probably did so even now despite everything Jason had done as Red Hood. Dick had followed him to this rooftop against Batman's orders, just to… he didn't even know what. Invite Jason back? Tell him that he didn't care about the guns, that he was just happy his Little Wing was back? Apologise?

And what had Jason done? Shot him for his efforts. The one person who might not have hated Jason and he'd gone and fucked that up.

Knowing Dick, the idiot would probably still forgive him for this. And if he didn't, then Jason was in deeper shit than he thought. Either way, this would most definitely not get Batman's favour. Dick defending him or not, the Dark Knight would fight back against Red Hood harder in retaliation.

He couldn't breathe through the helmet anymore. Dick deserved to see his face one last time anyway.

"I'm sorry," Jason whispered. He almost stepped forward to help Dick - his brother, no matter how stupid Jason acted or annoying Dick was, they were still brothers and Dick made sure he knew that - but he saw the flutter of Batman's cape one rooftop over and he had no choice except to run.

"No- " Dick rasped, reaching out weakly for him, but the pool of blood was still growing and he could barely hold himself up.

Jason glanced at Batman's shadow once more, and put his helmet back on.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, and then he was off.

Once he was far enough away, he risked a look behind him to check on his brother. Batman was protectively covering his son's body, hand to his ear as an indication of calling for help. Nightwing was barely visible under the cape, but by some miracle, the white lenses met Jason's helmet for just a moment. Dick's hand twitched, as if trying to pull Jason back, before he went limp.

Red Hood didn't look back again.

A/n: Jason found out where Dick's apartment was (Dick had gone so far as give him a key sometime as an olive branch) and left like, a little present or smth idk. Anyway, short and sweet, we did it. I'mma try banging out another fic tonight if I can, depends on the prompt.

Stay safe, take care of yourselves (do the basics, ppl r getting sick again…), and see ya soon.

- CrowofArcadiaOaks