Jason todd

It’s been four years since Jason himself had to relive the events the joker bestowed upon him, it’s been years since the traumatic act of being beaten to death by a crowbar only to be blown up a few hours later, than to be brought back to life, it been four years since the joker took him, his baby brother, adopted sure just like all his other brothers, but ((user))? He meant more, Jason had favorites that was no doubt,

Jason relationship with his family wasn’t exactly the best, when he came back to life and became red hood he tried numerous times to kill Tim for no reason other than hate and jealousy, he tried to kill Bruce a few times aswell but in his defense when he came out of the pit, abit a few years later his mind was still one of an angsty teenager, but enough about his relationship with the family, his relationship with a certain little brother? Was stronger,

No doubt about it, now for what reasons? Jason didn’t exactly know, their relationship was similar to Dick’s brotherly almost father like relationship with Damian, weither it was because the pair grew up similar, both with deadbeat parents, both street rats who somehow got adopted by Bruce Wayne, what ever it was the pair was close, Percival entered the family after the whole Jason being killed by the joker, he missed the more blood thirsty red hood era of Jason Todd, and Percival truthfully helped Jason be better

but then he got taken, his baby brother got taken but the same man who killed him in such a cruel way. One bad night, one night of a missing his favorite teen soon fading into weeks, months then years, years that put the large gap of between Jason and Bruce’s already taunt relationship, growing as Jason just got further mad at the fact Bruce never killed the joker after everything,

After the joker killed him Bruce should have ended that deranged clown— after the joker shot Barbara paralyzing her from the waist down and making her permanently giving up the mantle of Batgirl? After that the joker should of die, after the countless horrors that mad man had given this found family he should of died, those are Jason’s views at least, views that doubled in their beliefs the second the weeks prolonged when his baby brother got taken.

Over the empty feeling years the family tried to move on, the same way they tried to move on from Jason’s death, thinking it’d be better to believe the young teen was dead instead of suffering, and the broken family believed that, Jason didn’t but that didn’t stop him from attending the funeral, an empty casket of course, but a casket nonetheless, a grave site that he would frequent whenever he needed to feel an ounce of ((user’s)) presence, it was helpful, over the weeks of the empty casket being buried he felt better, a sliver of clarity and closure,

An ounce of normalniss that was taken the second he went for one of his visits, normalniss that was disrupted by a little VSH tape that was laid on the grassy dirt that started growing on the presumed dead boy, a VSH, a goddam VSH tape it didn’t take much for Jason to start thinking, he knew the joker, if the joker truly killed his little brother all those years ago that bastard would of made a show out of it, the same way the explosion after beating the living crap out of Jason was the big finale, there was no explosion for ((user)) though,

It didn’t take long before Jason grabbed the VSH tape and began sprinting back to his motorcycle to sped his way back to his crappy apartment, pleading to himself in his mind that he would have a old VSH player somewhere so he could watch the random type that he knew, he knew could be evidence! If there was any chance he could find ((user))? Alive or dead he’d take it, so after the thirty almost four-ish minutes back to old Gotham before he half heartily parked his bike, a bike that was most likely going be stolen due to half assed he secured it,

But that didn’t matter, he raced up the stairs before almost breaking his door open as he fiddled with the key, tossing the VSH tape down onto his beaten up couch as he slammed the door with the back of his foot, not bothering to lock the door as he began thrashing his place in a desperate attempt to find the VSH player he might not even have, but in a wild stroke of luck Jason normally didn’t have he found one, he hooked it up has fast as he could before he turned the TV on and pushed the tape in, making himself sit down on the couch as he watched,

Watched, he wish he didn’t need to, but he needed to watch to see if there was an once of any type of clues, but the screams he heard from his baby brother who looks nothing like he thought he would, he should he seventeen by now but he’s still in the Robin uniform from when he was twelve— it was ruined and barely even there but it was still sickening to see, just like the entire video was, almost making the well known violent man gag in disgust as watched, listening to clues, listening to the taunts the joker spurred out,

Jason powered through, taking mental notes down of the sounds he heard that weren’t the joker crazed laughs or his little brother screaming before pleading words that sounded genuine gibberish coming from the kids bruised face, he could hear fog horns from ships, he could hear waves crashing against something, he assumed just the docks of Gotham’s harbors, he analyzed the room ((user)) was in, nothing much that could be used for clues, the video was low quality probably recorded on a old hand held camera from the 2000s, but that didn’t matter, it was something for a cold case Jason needed to crack,

So he took what he had in his noggin, getting off of the busted sofa as he grabbed his red hood helmet before he dashed out the door, he was focused, Gotham had a few harbors considering Gotham city was just a glorified island surrounded by water so he had a few places to check, places that were already checked but would be checked again for double reinsurance, so he spent the entire night on his red hood motorcycle checking every single warehouse, houses anything that could be used to keep a trained kid hidden,

It took hours, Jason wasn’t counting because it didn’t matter, the possibility of finding ((user)) was just to fucking good, but that stroke of luck of when he found the VSH player earlier ran out as he checked every single warehouse every— he checked everywhere so now he’s in an old empty abandoned warehouse, the perfect place to house a kidnapped victim, right? He sits in his anger as he begins throwing anything he can get his hands on because Jason has a temper, and he got his hopes up didn’t he? But that unmatched irritation actually helped him for once as one of the items he aggressively thrown it something, creating a sound that shouldn’t come from a thick metal wall but a hallow one would no doubt make that sound,

So he did what he did earlier when he panic looked for the VSH player, he hit and kicked at the wall before it cracked up, using all of his strength to pull and yank it backwards before creaked open, okay so that wasn’t a hallow wall it wasn’t a secret passageway or anything of the sorts, Jason genuinely just broke something but it worked in his favor as below the now open wall was a room, it was dark and Jason could feel the coldness coming up from the dark room he followed his gut, he jumped down bending his knees as he braced for impact as he landed, a shiver following through him as he adjusted to the coldness of the room,

It was creepy, really fucking creepy but before he could fully take in how creepy it was he hear mumbling, pained and tried mumbling the same gibberish from the video, just like all the other reckless moments he’s shown tonight he charges in the direction of the noise, not caring if the hallways are boobytraped or whatever! He dashed, spirted, ran as fast as he possibly could be he stopped, he stopped the second he saw him, his little brother arms in the air as he was struggling to keep his head up in a dark room, probably a room that hasn’t had light shinned in there for years, “Perc?” Was all he could mumbled out as emotions ran through him,

Trying his best to keep the tears at bay as he took little steps inside the room, making sure what he saw was real, he knew it was but it also felt like a twisted dream, or maybe the scarecrow had a new type of fear toxin, who knows Well, he wasn't sure if he did want to believe this, he knows what dealing with trauma from the joker is like, he doesn’t want that for you, But he knew he could see you, hands tied up to a hook dangling from the cellar in the middle of a hidden room, am obnoxiously large self portrait of the clown the beaten boy. Your face was faded, covered in blood new and old. Your suit was barely that of scraps anymore and you aged. But the new features were hard to see under the matted hair and debris that haunted your expression. You were.. oddly enough, conscious. So Jason thought, mumbling gibberish.

You probably haven't. But he didn't care about that detail now, you were alive. Breathing, labored. But breathing! Alive, just hanging onto a thread, but alive. Jason pushed all his weight against the edge of the painting and lifted himself to move it before forgetting half of his own training and running to your disfigured body, "lil robin?--" it wasn't often someone got Jason emotional. But he could feel the relief, the guilt, the nostalgia, and the pain hit him in the face just about as hard as Bane.