I'm sorry for taking so long to update. Anyhow here is the chapter. This chapter is all about Jason and Bruce....
Please excuse the language....it's just Jason being Jason.....

Jason's POV

Dick and I returned to the Batcave as soon as we finished patrol. According to Dick we needed to get this new found information to the replacement and Alfred. I parked my bike and got off of it. I walked over to the Batmobile and waited while Dick stepped out. I removed my helmet as Dick removed his cowl. "So.....where's the replacement?" I asked Dick. Dick looked over to the chair in front of the Batcomputer and realized that Tim wasn't sitting there. "Do you have to call him that? He's most likely up at the Manor. Let's get changed and then we can go find him."

I unzipped my jacket and started to remove the rest of my suit, "What does it matter to you what I call him Goldie?"

Dick sighed as he removed his utility belt, "He is your brother..."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, "So what?" Dick ignored me as he finished changing out of his suit. I hanged up my guns and headed to the stairs. Dick followed me and we both walked out of the Batcave. When we arrived in the Manor study we could hear yelling coming from the kitchen. I looked at Dick, "Is that the replacement? Why the hell is he screaming his head off?

"Your guess would be as good as mine Jay Bird...." Dick replied already walking out of the study. I followed him and frowned wondering who in the world would make Tim lash out like that. We followed the screaming until we reached the dining room. Suddenly the yelling stopped. "Hey, the high-pitched screaming stopped. Who do you think Tim was yelling at?" I asked.

"I guess we'll find out. Be ready for anything Jay." Dick replied tightening his hands into fists. I pulled a knife from inside of my jacket and gripped it. Dick nodded and opened the door. We both walked into the kitchen and were shocked at the scene in front of us. Tim and Bruce were in a tight embrace with each other. We both stayed silent not knowing what to say and not wanting to ruin the moment. Tim and Bruce stepped away from each other and talked about remembering events of the past. And all that other sappy shit. After they finished their conversation Dick and I made eye contact. His hands relaxed and I pocketed the knife. I looked at the scene in front of me and decided to make our presence known. I coughed in a loud and obnoxious way. It clearly worked because both Tim and Bruce looked at Dick and I. Tim flushed embarrassed, "How long have you two been here?"

"Long enough to hear you two have a sappy heart to heart....." I said gagging.

"That doesn't matter. We found something out while on patrol." Dick said

Tim's eyebrows raised, "Really? What is it?" Dick looked at Bruce for a few seconds before speaking, "Tim, let's talk in another room." Tim nodded, but I frowned glancing at Bruce. "What about the old man?" I ask gesturing to him.

Dick goes silent for a bit and a smirk appears on his face. I internally groan, whatever he was planning I know for sure I'm not going to like it. "You can watch him Jay bird while I fill Timmy in on all the info..."

"I don't need anyone to watch me Dick," Bruce said frowning.

I instantly spoke right after, "Yeah, he doesn't need me to watch him. So, why do I have to do it?"

Dick ignored Bruce and answered me, "Because, I'd rather tell the entire story to Tim without you making a comment about everything and anything."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, "I don't do that. I only comment when someone says something stupid. And most things people say are pretty stupid.

Dick gives me a look and I sigh, "Fine. I'll do it. I'm not happy about it, but I'll do it." Dick smiled triumphantly. Bruce frowned, "Do I not get a say in this matter?"

"Just shut up old man. I don't want to be here anymore than you do." I said annoyed.

"Don't worry. I have a feeling you two should talk to one another. You never know, Bruce could help you as much as you can help him Jay," Dick stated.

"I never wanted to shoot someone in the head so badly before," I deadpanned.

"Awwww....does Jay Jay need a hug?" Dick asked in a high pitched voice.

I glared at him, "Don't you freaking dare Dickhead....."

Dick cackled and walked out of the kitchen. Tim smiled and followed Dick. I sighed and looked at Bruce. He looked back at me, "Is this normal? For you to all tease each other and argue?"

I nod, "It's pretty much a daily routine in the Wayne household."

Bruce nodded and muttered, "It's odd...."

"What was that old man?" I asked straining to hear what he said.

"It's just weird. I have lived here for as long as I can remember and things have always been the same. And suddenly everyone is telling me that it all has been a lie. That my life actually had others in it. That the life I thought I lived through never really happened," Bruce said looking at a few picture frames hanged on the kitchen walls.

I nod, "Yeah well...at least no matter what life you remember. It's still a better life then the shithole of a life I have."

Bruce frowns, "What do you mean by that?"

"It's a long story but my past isn't all glitter and bunnies like Golden boy or the replacement," I replied. I thought back to the life I experienced as a child. Always running and trying to survive. Meeting Bruce. Becoming Robin. Dying. Coming back to life. Losing my mind. Becoming a murderer. Becoming the Red Hood. Wanting blood spilled. Going back home. Trying to be a hero. Still running and trying to survive. I shook my head. I had to get over myself and suck it up. This was my life, it wasn't going to change. Wallowing in self-pity wasn't doing anyone any good. Bruce looked at me with pity and sorrow. I rolled my eyes, "Stop looking at me like I'm some sort of kicked puppy. I don't need your pity old man."

Bruce looked away from me, "I'm sorry Jason. Sometimes I forget that I'm not the only one with a bad childhood. You must went through a lot when you were younger."

I growled annoyed that he wouldn't drop the topic, "You don't know me Bruce. You may have before your memories got replaced but, not anymore. So stop talking about it." Bruce nodded and muttered something underneath his breath. "Say that louder" I demanded pissed.

"You're nothing like your brothers. Your harsher, more violent" Bruce said. I tried to suppress my anger but I couldn't anymore. I charged at Bruce and grabbed him by his collar. "You and I both know full well I could defeat you with no difficulty. But, I don't want to fight you."

"I may be unlike my brothers. I may be violent. But, that will always be on you. It will always be your fault that I died. That I am still loosing my mind," I hissed venomously before letting go of Bruce and taking a few steps away. Bruce looked at me for a few seconds before groaning in pain and rubbing the temples of his head. I looked a Bruce a bit worried, "Uhhh? You don't look to hot old man. You okay?" Bruce closed his eyes and opened them again. When I looked at his eyes I saw tears forming. "Old man? Why are you crying?" I asked a bit confused.

"I just remembered....your death....your revival....all the pain I caused you. I'm so sorry Jason," Bruce said moving to hug me. I stuck my arms out and pushed him away. "I'm not a hugger. So I'd prefer if you not...." I reply.

Bruce nods his head, "I want you to know, even though I probably told you a hundred times. I am sorry for all of the pain I caused you. I know sorry probably won't cut it. But, I will do everything I can to make sure something like that never happens again. And I want you to know....I love you. You're my son and I will always love you. No matter if you're different then your brothers." I blinked a few times try to clear my eyes that were starting to tear up. "My uh....allergies are acting up for some reason." I say while coughing so he wouldn't notice my voice sounding weird. Bruce opened his arms as if to offer a hug. I groaned, "Fine. Just this once. Don't you dare tell anyone about this." I wrapped my arms around Bruce and embraced him. I couldn't help but smile. It's been a while since I've ever hugged anyone. And hugging Bruce made me feel safe and protected from the world. I won't ever admit it, but Bruce will always be a father to me. And I honestly do care about him....some would say love him. I just hope he doesn't forget about me. I have already lost so much. I don't know what would happen to me if I lost something again.

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