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Jason was 15 why he first died due to his oun idiocy, and the betrayal of his 'real mom' of selling him to the joker.

 

It was about six months after his death that he learned that the batman: his adoptive father, Bruce Wayne did not avenge his death.

 

Jason was 18 when he finally (for the most part) forgave Bruce for not killing the Joker.

 

He was 19 when he finally was convinced to join the bat clan again.

 

When he was 21 he had a nightmare, one he had many times before... the one of the day he died. But this time he remembered one more thing. One thing Sheila Haywood said before the timer on the bomb that the Joker left them with reached its end. "I'm sorry Jason. I'm sorry that you hade to have a nuther shity stepmother like me. That Sally woman would have been so proud of you." And then the bomb went off killing them both.

 

Jason woke up in a cold sweat, panting, and thrashing around. He could almost feel all the injuries he got from the psychotic clowns torture, like it just happened. He tryed to get back to sleep, but the newest part of his nightmare wouldn't leave him alone! He tryed to make sense of it.

 

That memory... was it a memory? No it couldn't be. It's just his mind trying to protect itself. He did all the resurch himself, he couldn't have missed sumthing. He was sure Sheila Haywoodwas his birthmom.

 

And that's what he tryed to convince himself of for the next month.... it didn't work.

 

So as eny member of a vigilante family would do... He went to the back cave. And started to dig. He looked deper into his family... his birth family. This led him to the fiel of one Sally Jackson, and his blood ran cold at what he found.

 

A young woman... a child really.

 

Who gave birth to one Jason Haris Jackson, at the age of 17, in Gatham General Haspitel.

 

She was taken to correct by the babies father one: Willis Todd, age 28. Over the custody of the thare child. Not long after the child was born.

 

Sally lost all right to her child in the case. Do to her low financial status, her own legel garden (her uncle) agreeing for the father to tack the child, the uncle dieing of cancer, the corrupt court system in gotham, and more.

 

Sally Jackson only stayed in Gatham long enough for her uncle to die on her 18th birthday. She then left Gatham and started a new life in New York. Working hared at maleable minimum wage jobs to afford a shitty apartment.

 

Then 5 years after she moved to New York, she had her second son: Percy jackson. The father of her second child is unknown. But even with the rollercoaster of a lifetime they seem to be living.... they seem happy and healthy.

 

It took him 4 months to get that much information. It took him 3 more to decide if he would tell the rest of his family. It took him 1 month to decide how much to tell the: which was everything. It took him 5 to actually get around to telling them.

 

It was... awkward.

 

They were all here... everyone that he considered part of his family. Thought he would never actually tell them that.

 

They were all staring at him. Which, I mean rude. Understandable but rude. He basically never called family meetings, he's usually the one who has to be forced to go.

 

So thare they were, Alfred serving his amazing cookies.

 

Bruce halfway between suspicious batman and concerned dad.

 

The Demon spawn, glaring at them all for this cuting into his traning time.

 

Time, half asleep do to Alfred placing a temporary ban on his coffee consumption.

 

Barbara siting patiently in her wheelchair, making sure that Gatham is fine by hacking multiple security cameras around the city through her phone.

 

Cass, was as silent and calculative as always. He know she can see how nervous he is through his body language.

 

Duke was just confessed.

 

Steph was as confused as Duke but always happy to be let in on family matters, especially secrets.

 

Dick was just happy that everyone was here and for once he only had difficulty getting one family member there... Well too but Tim doesn't count.

 

Jason sighed trying to collect his thoughts. 'Come on you've been putting this off for a little over a year now. Just spit it out Jason!' He thought to himself.

 

Cass gave him a concerned look.

 

"Can you just get this over with Todd. Some of us have better things to do." Complained Damian.

 

Dick gave the little demon a slightly disappointed, look. "Be nice, baby Bird, this is Jaybird's first time planing a family meetings. He's probably nervous."

 

"I'm not nervous!" Jason said defensively getting everybody's attention. He sighs again, 'better now then never I guess' "before I start I just want you to know that I don't want to contact these people at this time, and I don't want eny of you to do so ether." Jason gave all of them pointed looks(Except Alfred). Jason knew better than to tell them not to look into people, they are the bad family after all.

 

Tim sits up straighter his atenchen peeked.

 

"That goes dubbed for you replacement. Don't think I don't know how you got into this family." Jason collected himself again. "You all remember Sheila Haywood correct?"

 

Damian scoffed. "You're so called Harlot of a mother. Yes, I've heard of her."

 

Jason, Dick, and Jason did some combination of winsing, flinching, and other general signs of discomfort and regret.

 

"Yha, well... a little over a year ago a remember something about the night I died." At Jason's words more general discomfort went around the room. "And after a bit of denial, I decided to actually look into it...." Jason chukeld darkly. "As without further of this shit. Let me tell you all about Sally Jackson, Willis Todd, and thare son Jason Haris Jackson."

 

It took a while, but eventually the entire Wayne family was satisfied with Jason's answers. And secretly decided to do thare oun research. But(Surprisingly) they all respected Jason's decision not to contact the Jacksons. Even if some of them tryed to get him, himself to change his mind on not even letting them know he knew about them. But he did manege to shut that down completely ofter the first 2-4 months, mostly by using the argument "Yha, well last time I tryed that it got me killed." So yha, this were going ok.

 

His resolve to not contact them held up...

 

Until he heard the news.

 

Percy jackson, his little brother. Was missing had been for mouths. The police hade long since given up. Jason waited, and waited. But he couldn't stop himself. Percy the little brother he had never meet... was probably dead. He hade to meet Sally before it was to late for her too.

 

It took him a while to actually do so. He knew from the last time he went off to meet a long lost mother that he hade to tell his family ware he was going. He just didn't want them to go with him. So he left on his oun.

 

A forth of the way thare he started geting concerned texts from his family.

 

So he sent the text he'd been working on for the past week, to the family group chat.

 

It read:

 

RedJay: i'm sorry for leaving randomly. I just have to meet Sally before it is too late. I know you have their address so I will be there. I will activate the tracker on my phone once I get to New York city. I'll let you all know if something comes up. I need to do this alone. So stay out of it unless I don't contact you after 5 hours of my location being shared. I'll be back soon. And keep replacement and Demon spawn out on my shit!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After he sent the message he terned off his phone till he got to New York.

 

He got off the bus, and headed to Sally and her husband's apartment...

 

Only to see it in flames.

 

He was shocked. This couldn't be happening. Not again. Not a nuther family member, a nuther mother dead! He couldn't move.

 

That was until a kid tryed to get past him, and Jason's years of hero traning kicked in. He immediately held the kid back.

 

"LET GO MY MOM IS IN THARE! LET GO!" The kid screamed. It was hart braking. But Jason could tell.

 

With all the years of being a vigilante, then the years of him being a crimelord, and finally becoming a hero again. He could tell that the fire was to hot for eny normal person to survive.

 

The kid wouldn't stop struggling though.

 

"Kid! It's to late! I'm sorry." Jason tried to soothe the kid. "I know it's not ok...." He paused trying to figure out what to say. "I think my mom was in thare to. Let's go see if the first responders know if anybody got out." The kid went limp, and noded. The kid was defenetly crying. Jason let him go. " my name is Jason. What is yours?"

 

The kid did not meet his eyes. "Percy, Percy Jackson."

 

And jason froze.

 

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Percy Jackson. Shit. The kid who he just stopped from killing himself is his little brother that he thought was dead.

 

Shit. Shit. Shit.

 

Ok, what do you do?

 

Oh, first responders. Right. "Ok, let's go see if they know enything." I steer the kid over to one on the officers that was keeping the public behind the safety lines. I keep one hand on Percy at all times, for both of are sakes, and the other hand typing a mess to the group chat.

 

Bruce probably should never marry at this point. I'm starting to think I'm the problem. I mean I am the replaceable son.

 

No, Jason. Not right now. Focus on finding out if Sally is alive, and keep Percy from killing himself to try to save her. Focus! Be an actual , good big brother for once in your life.

 

"Excuse me officer-"

 

"Get back! This is not a job for civilians! I'm telling you this for your safety." The officer interrupted me.

 

As I opened up my mouth to say something back Percy beat me to it. " Our moms are in there! Can you tell us if they got out?!"

 

Wow, the kid calmed down a lot, given he's still distressed. But now instead of trying to do something that would probably get him killed. He is instead looking at the officers like the kid is a scared, and injured baby seal, that is just begging for help.

 

I used to be able to pull that off. Then I died and got scared.

 

The officer definitely tried to resist but the pitiful cuteness was too much. "Fine, what are your mother's names?"

 

"Sally Jackson-Blowfis." Percy, then turned to me. Obviously expecting me to say my mom's name.

 

I stood there nervously. This is not how I wanted to meet Percy. "My name is Jason Todd, I was coming here to meet my long lost birth mother.... Sally Jackson." I refused to make eye contact with Percy, it just didn't feel right.

 

Percy froze staring wide eyed at me. He looked confused, suspicious, ready to fight, and just a little hopeful. The officer looked at me with detached pity. Which makes sense. I'm not much of a people person. That's Dick's thing, at least I'm not as bad as Damien.

 

The officer radioed the other first responders working on the fire. "In the meantime you can go talk to the people who have evacuated so far. I guess." He pointed us in that direction. Which was probably against protocol, but one cute traumatized 17 year old, and one well known adopted son of a billionaire can get you through a lot of legal tape, apparently. And we walked over there.

 

We were about to get to the evacuees when a emo looking kid about Damian's age with black hare and eye, sporting a black shirt with a skull print, an aviator's jacket, and eye bags that revealed Tim's popped out of nowhere running right at them. Jason polished himself in front of Percy, Jason has seen too many desperate homeless kids(he'll, he was one for most of his life), to even begin to think this kid could be harmless.

 

"Percy!" The kid yelled.

 

Percy, quick then Jason thought possible ran past him. "Neeks, is everything ok? Are you hurt? Is camp ok?" Apparently this 'Neeks' kid and Percy knew each other.

 

"Thare fine. We're fine. But Percy, are you ok?"

 

Percy looked confused then his eyes slowly, ever so slowly made their way to the building that was on fire. And finally settled on a window... That from his expression obviously led to his apartment. "She's gone... isn't she?" He almost whispers to the other kid. And as he said that what was left of my heart broke alongside his brother's.

 

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RedJay: 

 

 

 

 

I need you guys not come around my apartment for a bit

 

 

 

 

Dickybird:

 

 

 

 

?Is everything ok, Jaybird

 

 

 

 

Timber:

 

 

 

 

Yah, you good. It dusen't sound like you are good

 

 

 

 

RedJay:

 

 

 

 

Do you want the, OK news? Or the bad news?

 

 

 

 

Demon:

 

 

 

 

.What happened Todd

 

 

 

 

Batdad:

 

Chum, are you ok? Do I need to send someone? Do you need me to send you money? I'll send you $10000 more dollars

 

 

 

 

ProphetBarb:

 

 

 

 

B, what the fuck?! How much do you pay your ?!kids for being your kids

 

 

 

 

Spoelsport:

 

 

 

 

?Babs, that is called an allowance. You good

 

 

 

 

ProphetBarb: 

 

 

 

 

I had a long day at the library

 

 

 

 

Demon: 

 

 

 

 

Think maybe you should pick up a dictionary .Gordon 

 

 

 

 

Dickybird: 

 

 

 

 

.Damian be nice

 

 

 

 

Timber:

 

 

 

 

.I think that might be impossible, Dick

 

 

 

 

Sunspot:

 

 

 

 

Can we may get back to the "ok or bad news" thing

 

 

 

 

RedJay:

 

 

 

 

Thank you, now which one do you want first?

 

 

 

 

Spoelsport:

 

 

 

 

Ok

 

 

 

 

ProphetBarb:

 

 

 

 

Bad

 

 

 

 

Dickybird:

 

 

 

 

Bad

 

 

 

 

Timber:

 

 

 

 

Ok

 

 

 

 

Demon:

 

 

 

 

Just spit it out Todd.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Batdad:

 

 

 

 

.Let's start with the bad news first Chum

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

RedJay:

 

 

 

 

Ok, so bad news....

 

 

 

 

Spoelsport:

 

 

 

 

.Oh, chill with the suspense gun boy

 

 

 

 

Demon:

 

 

 

 

.Just stop being dramatic Todd

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

RedJay:

 

 

 

 

So we can call a 3rd mom to my dead parent's rapsheet.

 

 

 

 

Spoelsport:

 

 

 

 

🤣🤣🤣 rip

 

 

 

 

Dickybird:

 

 

 

 

?Steph! What happened Jaybird

 

 

 

 

Demon: 

 

 

 

 

Well that is non optimal Tadd, I believe that brings your score up to 3, dead mothers and one father. That is an impressive list

 

 

 

 

Dickybird: 

 

 

 

 

!Damian

 

 

 

 

ProphetBarb:

 

 

 

 

This family has so much trauma that this isn't .as impact full as it should be

 

 

 

 

Timber:

 

 

 

 

Dude, do you have some kind of curse on you or sumthing? What did you do in a past life

 

 

 

 

RedJay:

 

 

 

 

I don't know the replacement. But if I find who is fucking my life up, it's on sight.

 

 

 

 

Sunspot:

 

 

 

 

?Maybe we should get to the new kid ok

 

 

 

 

TheSilentOne:

 

 

 

 

Probably a good idea 

 

 

 

 

Dickybird:

 

 

 

 

!Cass

 

 

 

 

Spoelsport:

 

 

 

 

!Cass

 

 

 

 

Spoelsport: 

 

 

 

 

!!!She speaks

 

 

 

 

Timber:

 

 

 

 

!CASS

 

 

 

 

RedJay:

 

 

 

 

Hey, Cass. Nice to meet you.

 

 

 

 

Demon:

 

 

 

 

.Hello, Cain

 

 

 

 

RedJay:

 

 

 

 

On that note where did B go?

 

 

 

 

Timber:

 

 

 

 

.He kicked me off the computer

 

 

 

 

ProphetBarb:

 

 

 

 

Tim, I hate to bring this up but I think you needed to get off soon anyway

 

 

 

 

Dickybird:

 

 

 

 

Facts 

 

 

 

 

Spoelsport:

 

 

 

 

.As your exgirlfriend and now sister I agree

 

 

 

 

Sunspot:

 

 

 

 

?Should I be concerned

 

 

 

 

Demon:

 

 

 

 

You should have thought about that before you decided to get picked up by father

 

 

 

 

RedJay: 

 

 

 

 

Who here actually chooses to be adopted by Be?

 

 

 

 

Timber:

 

 

 

 

🤚

 

 

 

 

RedJay:

 

 

 

 

Fuck you replacement 

 

 

 

 

Dickybird:

 

 

 

 

Is it too much to ask for people in this family to be respectful

 

 

 

 

Sunspot:

 

 

 

 

Yes

 

 

 

 

Spoelsport:

 

 

 

 

Yes

 

 

 

 

ProphetBarb:

 

 

 

 

Yes

 

 

 

 

Timber:

 

 

 

 

Probably

 

 

 

 

Demon:

 

 

 

 

.I'm respectful Grayson

 

 

 

 

RedJay: 

 

 

 

 

No you're not demon spawn. And also considering that we will definitely be adding a traumatized New Yorker teen, I don't think respect is something that will be a part of this family.

 

 

 

 

Timber:

 

 

 

 

?!What

 

 

 

 

Dickybird:

 

 

 

 

Jay you know you're adopted right? So you can't inherit that adopting random kids, right

 

 

 

 

Spoelsport:

 

 

 

 

Na, Tim got B to adopt me, and Tim was basically your fault Dicky

 

 

 

 

Sunspot: 

 

 

 

 

!?What! Is the kid thing the Ok NEWS

 

 

 

 

Spoelsport: 

 

 

 

 

SHIT IT HAS TO BE

 

 

 

 

Timber: 

 

 

 

 

?Ok, so what actually happened

 

 

 

 

Demon:

 

 

 

 

.I think we are all wandering that Drack

 

 

 

 

RedJay:

 

 

 

 

Well, Duke you are right. So what happened Wes that, basically shit happened and when I got to Sally’s apartment was on fire. So that, Sally, and her husband died in the fire. But good... ish news. Percy should probably do something so he is no longer legally dead.

 

 

 

 

Dickybird:

 

 

 

 

He's back?! I'm so happy for you Jay bird

 

 

 

 

Sunspot: 

 

 

 

 

!?!The kidnapped ONE

 

 

 

 

Timber:

 

 

 

 

.I'll get on it

 

 

 

 

ProphetBarb:

 

 

 

 

.Good for you Jason

 

 

 

 

Spoelsport:

 

 

 

 

.At least you got a siblings out of this one

 

 

 

 

RedJay:

 

 

 

 

🤣🤣🤣 True 

 

 

 

 

Dickybird: 

 

 

 

 

.I'm so dune

 

 

 

 

Demon:

 

 

 

 

I don't need more plebeones infecting this family Todd. But I guess that I can accept that this one has to join. So I guess I'll accept it

 

 

 

 

RedJay:

 

 

 

 

Thanks 😑

 

 

 

 

Anyway I'll need to get him used to me and then I'll slowly introduce him to you all. So he doesn't get overwhelmed. And that goes Double for you dick.

 

 

 

 

Dickybird:

 

 

 

 

😢😢😢

 

 

 

 

RedJay:

 

 

 

 

🖕

 

 

 

 

Jason stopped texting his family and looked over at his brother who just passed out against the window of the bus in a ball. God dammit, he can feel the tram just feeling it oozing off of him. What happened to his little brother to act so much like Jason himself did before Bruce took him in... and after he died.

 

 

 

 

And not to mention the fact that even though they have different fathers, Percy and him could be confused for full siblings. Jason originally had blue eyes and unruly black hair, and after the Lazarus pit, he gained a toxic green tint to his eyes and a white streak in his hair. And while Percy was born(to his knowledge) with sea green eyes, Percy was definitely not born with a white streak in his hair. And even out those two things they look almost exactly the same. Honestly it is a little freaky, but that doesn't mean that Jason wouldn't destroy the world and kill all that threatened his brother. He wouldn't tell the rest of his family but he would do the same thing for anyone in his family.

 

 

 

 

Joker better watch his step for the foreseeable future. Because Jason; the Red Hood, will use the number one rule of Batman as a fucking jump rope.

 

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Percy tried not to sleep on the ride to Gatham and Jason(Todd not Grace)'s place. But he hasn't really seen his Mom since his 16th birthday, and that was during the 2nd Titan war. This was due to the second Giant war, being kidnapped, going through hell, and the moldable funerals he had to oversee for both wars as one of the leaders. Then finally, when he had the time to see his mother, and Pule, he was met with a building in flames, and yet another loved one gone. So excuse Percy for being a little tired.

 

 

 

 

Honestly, Percy doesn't know why he went with Jason, instead of bolting for the hills and screaming stranger danger. Or even just pulled out his sword at the stranger. He decided to blame it on being tired.

 

 

 

 

Tiered of being the strong leader.

 

 

 

 

Tiered of being the responsible, brave one.

 

 

 

 

Tiered of always being on guard.

 

 

 

 

Tiered of being an older brother fighter to basically 2 camps of highly traumatized children with moldable parental issues. Some if not half of which were older than him. And yet they look to him to be the adult, the leader, the big brother

 

 

 

 

All Percy ever wanted was to be a normal kid. Not a demigod, not a half-blood, not a hero. Just a normal kid. He honestly wanted a normal life. And here was a man claiming to be that for him. Well not in so many words. It's more what Jason could represent for him. Jason was a mortal(at least as far as Percy could tell) that was related to him, with no idea that the mythological world exists. Plus he seems like a fairly normal dude, so basically he couldn't find it in himself to NOT go.

 

 

 

 

And Percy knows, GODS DAME IT. That it's pathetic. He is pathetic.

 

 

 

 

And tired, so he fell asleep curled into a ball to protect himself in case someone or something tried to attack him in his sleep, and made sure that he distanced himself from Jason and anyone else on the bus. By shoving himself into a corner of the bus. Jason didn't seem to mind that much. Is that normal? Doesn't matter.

 

And just like that Percy was lost to the land of Morpheus.

 

 

 

 

Jason wasn't stupid, and he isn't weak. He was trained by Batman and the League of Assassins, neither of them would let Jason be stupid or weak. So he could tell from just looking at even some of the earliest photos of Percy Jackson, that the kid had problems. And the kids sleeping style only reinforced that, the kid most definitely had some major trauma. Honestly Jason could probably have put it together even without his training just by seeing how the kid holds himself, and walks. But the way his little brother sleep is the final and most noticeable nail in the coffin. Why? Because Jason still remembers sleeping like that and the reasoning behind the position from when he was a ragtag poor, homeless kid, stealing shit to sell on the streets of Gatham.

 

 

 

 

He still remembers how a kid learned to sleep like that in New paces. Every hit, never death. And how you also learn to stay awake for as long as possible.

 

 

 

 

It terrifies him, to see his own brother... His family, no matter how close they are or how long they have known each other... to sleep like that. To learn the target that leads to those tendencies. It is one of the main reasons that he became The Red Hood.

 

 

 

 

So when they got to their stop, instead of waking Percy up, he picked him up instead, and carried the kid all the way to one of his safe houses. It would be a safe place for them to live until the kid can be comfortable enough to meet the rest of the family(probably slowly one by one so as not to overwhelm the kid). He should probably make a list or something to decide who he would introduce his little brother to and in what order, Steph is definitely first or second on his list. Shaking his head he refocused on what he was doing, and decided that he would give up his bed privileges and settle for the couch. At least until they can go shopping for a new bed and other stuff to make Percy comfortable at the safe house.

 

 

 

 

Now all he has to do is get Percy to be comfortable with him, with Jason, with his brother.

 

 

 

 

That night Jason decided that he was not going to go out as Red Hood, just in case Percy woke up. So he wouldn't be alone. Not how Jason himself was alone the last 2 times. 'At least Percy didn't have to deal with the grief of losing a mother while trying to dig himself out of his own grave.' Jason thought to himself, trying to look on the bright side.

 

 

 

 

Luckily for all parties involved, neither of the sons of the late Sally Jackson was plagued with too many nightmares that night. Though both managed to sleep in, sleeping like the dead. Which was probably a sign of how over worked both boys were but it's not like either of them have anyone to tell them that.

 

 

 

 

So both boys got up around 12:45, hungry, and only feeling a little bit better over all. "So..." Jason started, earning a blank yet curious look from the other boy. "You can borrow some of my clothes, there in- you know what it might be best for me to get the stuff for you. Anyway after that we can go out to get some BatBurger or something, then we'll head to the mall to get you your own stuff. How does that sound?" Jason released mine way through that he forgot to make sure to hide all his vigilante gear last night. And while he's not like Dick who has a habit of leaving all his gear just laying around. He doesn't have a habit of separating all his civilian and vigilante clothes in his most secure safe houses. Mostly do to the fact that NORMALLY the only ones who would be at the safe house would be ether himself, and or a fellow vigilante that already new who he was.

 

 

 

 

"Yhah, that sounds fine. But I don't really have the money right now. So we can just get something to eat and I'll go find a job or something to pay you back." Percy said looking ashamed. Shit, he is going to kill whoever hurt his little brother.

 

 

 

 

"Dude, I'm your brother. It's my job to take care of you." Jason starts, continuing quickly as soon he sees Percy beginning to protest. "Don't worry I have enough money. And even though we just met... Well, I think I might have managed to gain B's adopting tendencies." He jokes.

 

 

 

 

"B?"

 

 

 

 

"My... I guess dad? adoptive dad. But still..."

 

 

 

Percy smiles a little. "That sounds nice."

 

 

 

Jason chuckles "yeah, anyway we need to get you some clothes then food.”

 

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Thanks for the compliment. 

 

 

 

 

On the spelling I have said this before. No, I do not feel comfortable with a stranger beta reading.

 

 

 

 

The spellingers are because I'm the most dyslexic person in the history of my elementary school.

 

 

 

 

I am doing the best I can. And I am very sensitive about it. I appreciate you and other people offering but I have to say no.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And if you don't mind. If you or someone else are going to say that you understand because you are also dyslexic. Everyone's dyslexia and other things work in different ways.

 

 

 

 

I'm sorry for the rent, but I'm tired of people asking to be a Bata rider or telling me that my spelling is horrendous. Even when I have, we read so many times to try to get it down to a minimum.

 

 

 

 

And I'm sorry for this coming off mean. But this isn't my job, this isn't an essay for school or a Science paper. 

 

 

 

 

I'm just a young adult that had fun and wanted to share it, because I didn't see anyone else share a story close to what I was thinking of. I don't have the emotional or mental capacity to keep doing this. 

 

 

 

 

So please if my spelling is so bad that you have to comment stop. I can't do this.

 

 

 

 

Please. Leaving me my story, my spelling, and my little messed up mind alone.

 

 

 

 

I am not trying to be mean. 

 

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They were walking in the mall. Jason wearing a green t-shirt, and black cargo pants. Percy was wearing some of Jason's old clothes that are a definite big on him, a red hoodie with no sleeves, blue jeans, and a well insulated black leather jacket because 'it's really cold here and I'm not risking it. You get a cold.' Honestly Jason should have noticed earlier. Percy may only be a little shorter than him, but the two had very different builds. Percy was tall for his age, but he looks like a half starved swimmer. Unlike Jason who, according to the men, under him and his siblings looks like a brick shit house, or like he bench presses refrigerators for fun. so yeah, his clothes he did not properly fit on his little brother.

 

"Come one you're already paying for all this stuff, let me carry at least some of the bags." Percy has been bugging Jason along this vein and sins the first bag of things. Sadly for Percy Jason has decided to be the best big brother for his half brother so he will not be letting Percy tack the wait on anything that he himself can carry.

 

"I got it kid." Jason laughs "You're as skinny as a twig, the muscle takes the wait."

 

Percy gasped and put a hand on his chest in mock offense. "I'm already dumb, now you are telling me that I don't have the muscle or the money either. How dare you?"

 

Ok this kid has no self worth. And Jason is not here for it. He was just about to let Percy carry one of the lighter bags. But the kid stopped and stared at a jewelry store, more specifically the earrings, the blue earrings. What the fuck? "Percy?"

 

Percy jolted away from his staring contest with the cheap jewelry in the store. "Sorry, ADHD. Makes me get distracted easily. We were going to the shoe store, right? Right." And off the kid walked.

 

"...." Jason just stood there for a moment. If Percy wanted earrings then he would support him... but the words of his so-called father Willis Todd's words. 'Only girls and delinquents have piercings.' And you know what? Scrow that asshole. Percy realized that Jason wasn't following him and turned around giving the older boy a confused look. "You know what, I need to go to the bathroom real quick. How about you go ahead?"

 

"Uh, ok?" And with that Jason gives Percy a few 20s, and makes him walk towards the bathroom. Only he didn't actually need to go to the bathroom, instead he texted the family group chat.

 

RedJay:

Hay, rich kids how do I choose starter earrings

 

Spoelsport:

?!WTF

 

Dickybird:

Oooh, who is the lucky girl/boy Jaybird

 

Demon:

Be responsible Todd.

 

ProphetBarb:

For all those who are curious I got eyes on him at the mall

 

RedJay:

Fuck you all.

 

Sunspot:

Ok but who is he there with

 

RedJay:

My brother now just help me figure out what kind of earrings to get him

 

Demon:

Did you get a concussion Todd? All your 'brothers' are in this chat

 

Timber:

....

 

Spoelsport:

First off, aww. Second TIM IS ALIVE!! all hail the detective zombie ceo

 

RedJay:

😂😂😂

 

Dickybird:

Hi Tim 😊

 

Sunspot:

Dude you need more sleep

 

RedJay:

Yes we are all happy that Replacement is up. But I told Percy that I was going to the bathroom. So I kinda need help here and fast.

 

ProphetBarb:

With going to the bathroom

 

RedJay:

No! Finding what to get him.

 

Spoelsport:

Purple is the best color, so an amathis stone

 

Demon:

Drake show us a picture of Jackson

 

Timber:

Look him up yourself, but if you need to know he looks basically like a younger Jason only with more blue to his eyes and a swimmer's build.

 

Sunspot:

Anything should do as long as it comes from the hart

 

Dickybird:

I SAY BLUE

 

ProphetBarb:

Just because it is a Nightwing color doesn't mean everyone will like it dick

 

RedJay:

Actually blue is his favorite color

 

Demon:

If you delinquent brother must then he should go with black it would be best for stealth

 

ProphetBarb:

You know not everything has to be practical right

 

Demon:

Like that mask you wore in the early days that covered basically 0% of your face

 

Sunspot:

🫢

 

Spoelsport:

🫣

 

Timber:

🫡😶‍🌫️

 

Dickybird:

🫥

 

RedJay:

🤣

 

Timber:

Ok, back to what we were doing before. Taking into account his skintone, eye , and hard color... you definitely want the metal to be silver, if you are getting an Inlaid gemstone. You probably want some kind of blue zirconium, blue topaz, orange citrine gem, or a Sunstone gem

 

RedJay:

Thank you, that just narrows it down to half the store.

 

Spoelsport:

What the fuck?!

 

Dickybird:

Respectfully, what does any of those words mean Timmy

 

Demon:

This is why none of y have significant others. Or at least long lasting relationships that don't start outside of a team

 

RedJay:

I will shoot you.

 

Dickybird:

Before we all get worked up, that was kinda mean baby Bird

 

Demon:

....

 

Dickybird:

🤨

 

Demon:

 

Fine, I apologize. Though it is true

 

Dickybird:

Guys, chill you know that's about the best we're going to get

 

RedJay:

Fine

 

Spoelsport:

I'll only accept it if you explain the gemstone thing

 

Demon:

Sunstone gem, is a pinkish orange ancler to darker gemstone. orange citrine gem, is as it says in the name and orange stone that is completely clear unlike the Sunstone gem. blue topaz, is a very light blue gem that is also clear. blue zirconium is a darker blue gem that is also clear but it can also come in shades that are tinted in various shades of green with the base still blue

 

ProphetBarb:

Just so all you know if I ever get engaged I'm telling my Fiance to talk to damian about what gemstone to put in my ring

 

Spoelsport:

Honestly same

 

Demon:

If your fictional fiancé can't figure that out for themselves then they are not worthy of anyone who is even remotely affiliated with this family. You can do better. So do.

 

Spoelsport:

...

 

Sunspot:

....

 

Timber:

.......

 

RedJay:

Was that the demon spawn's way of telling us that he loves us?

 

ProphetBarb:

I think so

 

Dickybird:

I'm crying! Literally crying!!! He finally said that he loves us!!! He's finally showing his love I always knew he had

 

Sunspot:

Hum, I don't know how to feel so I would just like to point out that you could get anodized titanium. Now that I send my part I'm going to go make sure Dick didn't die from crying or something

 

Spoelsport:

Ok

 

ProphetBarb:

Probably a good idea

 

Dickybird:

😭😭😭

 

RedJay:

Ok so fancy titanium or silver and like 10 different special rocks. But what should I get him?!

 

Sunspot:

I think one of the orange ones would be nice

 

Demon:

.I thought you left Thomas

 

Sunspot:

👋

 

ProphetBarb:

Rip, sorry J

 

Spoelsport:

Bitch, I grew up just as broke as you. I can't help with shit

 

RedJay:

If you back read I asked for the rich kids for a reason.

 

Timber:

You know that you 2 became rich kids as soon as B adopted you right

 

Spoelsport:

Shut it

 

RedJay:

Fuck off Riplacment

 

Timber:

☕️👋

 

Demon:

You should probably stick to something on the blue side Todd

 

Jason sighed as he put his phone away and went into the jewelry store. Just as he was starting to look around he felt his phone vibrate. He checked it and it was a text.

 

A text from Bruce. One that was in the group chat.

 

Batdad:

Bluish emerald, silver metal, just checked the stock of the store you are in. There is one that I think will be good. If you think he'll like it I'll pay

Love, Bruce Wayne

 

Jason just smiled, not responding to the text, and slid the phone back in his pocket.

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Jason walks up to the lady at the counter. "Hey, I heard from a little bat that you have some nice quality beginning stud earrings in the back. Silver and blue/green emerald."

 

The lady just looked me up and down then said. "Hunny, you couldn't afford anything like that. Look at some of the stuff that is already out."

 

Ok bitch. I don't have time for this, Percy is probably already getting worried with how long the texting conversation went. "Look, I'm Jason Todd Wayne. The second son of Bruce Wayne, I could buy this entire store. And I don't have time for this. I'm just trying to find something nice for my newly found younger sibling. So just show me the stupid earrings." I whisper yells at her.

 

Her eyes widened, and then she scurries off to find the stuff I want to look at. "Thare you are!" Shit. I turned around slowly, to see a leaning and a little out of breath, Percy. He obviously started freaking out at some point. And Jason winced at the knowledge that he had already hurt Percy, and they haven't known each other for a full 2 days yet. " where the fuck have you been?! You can't just disappear like that! What if you got kidnapped or killed or something?!"

 

Yep, Jason is going to kill whoever made his little brother's first thoughts when someone is gone for a little too long be that. Percy is a civilian that from what he has seen has no idea who Bruce even is. The kid is so under informed, so inexperienced, but at the same time he has seen too much. And whoever did that to him will pay. "Sorry kiddo, I need to pick something up."

 

Percy took a deep breath. "You ok?"

 

Isn't that the question of the decade? Is anyone of the bat clan really Ok? No. We have all seen too much. But that is not what Percy needs to hear. So I smile at him. "Yhah, it takes more than a mall to kill me."

 

Percy chuckles a little at the joke. Then a new lady came out with the fancy rich people beginner studs that I asked for. And Percy's eyes immediately glued onto one pair. "... you want?" I ask.

 

"No!" Percy says immediately then he looks down embarrassed. "I meant... maybe. I... I guess I never really thought about it before. I was always too busy with other things... and I... I think it would be nice to have some as a memorial for Mom in a way."

 

Yep, he is going to buy Percy all the earrings he wants." sounds great. Go pick out which ones you want."

 

"But I don't have my ears pierced."

 

"I'll take care of it. Go look around." I shoo him off. Then I turn to the lady. " Did you catch the ones he was staring at?" The lady just nodded a little confused. "I'm paying for it, they can be his first set. I need to do some more shopping but just let him know I'm getting a snack, I'll be back soon. And get his ears pierced. I'm paying for all the things he picks out today. Got it?" She nodded again, so I started to walk out to go buy the kid some blue candy. But I stop for a second. "Oh, and don't tell him the price."

 

"Are you sure sir? The ones he was looking at alone cost at a minimum of $358.10." She said,

 

He's my civilian, highly traumatized little brother. I would do anything to keep him happy and safe. And if I end up one day having to fight Superman or a god to do so and make up for lost time, I will. But I don't say that, instead I say. "I know." And walk away.

 

Ok, who the fuck is Jason Todd?! I feel like I've heard his name somewhere before and I can't quite place it. But that doesn't matter, the guy just bought me basically an entire new room, a new wardrobe, and bought me my first 3 sets of earrings as well as getting my ears pierced and all the correct stuff so it doesn't get infected. Dude even bought me new toiletries. If he turned out to be a monster I might just let him eat me.

 

Probably not really but the thought still counts.

 

We picked up dinner on the way back to the apartment that we are living in. Though Jason left shortly afterwards for his work. I wonder what he'd use. Maybe it has something to do with all the guns he has hidden around the apartment. Or maybe Gatham is just that dangerous. I haven't really lived here long enough to tell.

 

All this brings me to my current predicament of laying down trying to sleep, but being unable to. 'One sheep, two sheep, cow, turtle, duck, old Macdonald had a farm-' and then the window started to open. And in came a man in a blood read helmet, a black under shirt with a red bat simbel, a brown leather jacket, black cargo pants, at least 5 guns, AND FUCKING STAB WOUNDS! I sit straight up, just staring at the guy... the most defenetly, probably, mortal guy that just climbed into my brothers apartment armed, and currently BLEEDING THE FUCK OUT! and all the other guy is doing is staring back at me....

 

"Fuck this shit." I lunged at the intruder which seemed to surprise him, and pulled him into the apartment and sat him on the couch. "Now stay there random red man, I think I saw a first aid kit in the bathroom earlier." I command then walk off.

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… honestly Jason probably should keep better track of his safe houses, why…. Because he just broke into his own apartment. Which honestly is fine, that's normal everyone in this family has done that multiple times. It's the quickest and easiest way to get in. That is unless you have a civilian at said residence. Then you look sketchy. And bleeding out halfway through his own window in full vigilante gear, is not how Jason wanted to introduce ‘The Red Hood’ to Percy Jackson-Todd. From how the kid is staring at him, he's pretty sure that the kid thinks he's trying to burgle his own apartment. 

 

"Fuck this shit." The kid lunged at Jason and pulled him farther into the apartment. For a kid that has shown a concerning amount of preservation skills for someone his age… he's now showing a concerning lack of them, and he is starting to wonder if he needs to have the ‘stranger danger’ talk with Percy. The younger of the two of them shoved him onto the couch. Maybe Percy somehow figured out that it's him? He wondered to himself. "Now stay there random red man, I think I saw a first aid kit in the bathroom earlier.” Or maybe he really does need to have that talk with percy.

 

As Percy rummaged around his bathroom. He made a sound that implied that the kid found one of his many first aid kits and Jason sighs “Do you even know how to properly take care of a stab wound?”

 

The kids mop of black hair popped out from behind the door frame, his brother pinning him with a truly bat level glare. (He really needs to make sure that he introduces Percy to B last.) “Wouldn't you like to know burglar-boy?” … ok so maybe he should just keep the kid away from all of his family. There's already way too many sassy black haired kids in this family.

 

The younger of the 2 of them came closer to Jason. Who was going to sass his little brother back… but then he noticed it… it's not like Jason, hadn't seen it before… it's just that there had been a lot of things going on. It just didn't have the effect that it should have. But right there in the front of Percy’s messier than normal, pitch black hair…. 

 

In a mirror image of Jason's own…

 

An unnaturally white streak!?

 

….

 

….

 

…..

 

…

…. Was he too late? Had his baby brother died, before he even got to meet him?

….

Did the league get to him too? Or what's another organization with ulterior motives? That just wanted another child soldier?

 

“What’cha staring at, red helmet?”

 

Jason had to think fast, he made himself comfortable on the couch (his couch). Channeled, as much of his crime boss energy that he could. “Nuthing much kid, your hair just reminds me of one of my goons.”

 

That earned Jason a snort from the kid. “Goons? What are you some kids t v show villains?” Percy came closer with the scissors that were in the first aid kit. God, Jason will definitely need to teach his little brother how to not die in Gotham. Getting that close to someone who broke into your house, especially when the person is armed? Percy is going to get such a scolding, it's going to be an Alfred level scolding.

 

“No, I'm the Red Hood.” Percy pulled away some of the fabric tugging at the scabbed over wound. Thanks to his training Jason did not react to it. “How'd you get the white streak? Tests get a little too stressful?”

 

Percy let out a bitter laugh. “Yhah, Mr red helmet, after a while, it starts to feel like you're holding up the whole dam sky.” It felt like an inside joke that he was never meant to get. Percy finished up treating the Red hood's stab wound.

 

“I know the feeling.” Jason looked down at the now dressed wound, expecting the average shity attempt of the average civilian to stop a stab wound. But it was almost as good as Alfred's. “You're pretty good at that kid. And I'll ask again, I don't think you're from here, your accent's too different. Where'd you learn to properly dress its stab wound?”

 

Percy rolled his eyes. “How'd you get stabbed, Mr kid TV show villain?” He sass back while packing up the first aid kit. Jason really needs to teach him to not turn your back on an armed person who just broke into your house. For an armed person in general, this is Gotham. Maybe Steph, or Duke could help him with that?

 

“Crime Lord, actually. So you better show me some respect, kid.” He growled out. Maybe, just maybe, if he's scared his little brother just a little bit, he would be more cautious. And he wouldn't have to worry about Percy so much. “And again Yorker, how do you know how to properly deal with a stab wound?”

 

Percy looks at him weird, like Jason was supposed to know something…. And more insultingly, that his brother was unimpressed, with his crime lord status. He worked hard for that shit. The least the kid could do was pretend to be impressed. “Out of curiosity, where were you about 5 years ago?”

 

Why would he ask Jason that? Was he missing something? “Getting better from being blown up and becoming a crime lord.”

 

Percy stared at him flatly. “Let's just say I've done some shit.”

 

What could have happened to Percy for him to have these skills, and if that kind of response? Was there some in the reports that he skimmed over when he found out about Sally and Percy? Is he missing something? Let see… kicked out of every school he attended (most recently for too many missed days), bad first step-dad (probably abusive, according to the clues and evidence Jason managed to scrounge up. If Jason ever found that bastard he will make what the Joker did to him look like a summer holiday.). Seriously, who accuses a kid of national white terrorism? Especially when they're actually kidnapped?

 

….

 

…..

 

…….

 

What a minute… “oh.” about 4 years ago, Percy Jackson, his baby brother, was dragged across the country, while being chased by the police. Because his attempts to get away were taken as malicious attacks, made by an insane, out of control, delinquent, who legally killed his own mother. Something that was proven to be false. And because of his step-father's accusations Percy (a 12 year old child) couldn't trust the police to help him and the 2 other kids the kidnapper took, to help them. Ok, calm down Jason… just add whoever that asshole is to your kill on site list. How did the asshole that kidnapped his brother and the kid's friends get away anyway? 

 

“You're all good now so you'd better scram.” Percy turned around, leaning against the ledge of the kitchen counter. Looking way too calm for a 17 year old kid with an armed stranger, who's seemingly just broke into their house in front of them. 

 

He's too nice and trusting for Gotham. Jason shifts slightly and puts a hand on one of his guns. Percy doesn't know the Red Hood, or his rules. “Or what? You're unarmed, kid.” Jason hated this. But Percy has to learn, to be more cautious. To be safe. Better for the red hood, a crime lord who would never hurt a kid, especially a kid of crime alley…. Jason himself. Then, someone who would actually hurt his little brother. His little brother needs to learn how to be safe in Gotham. Before someone like the joker. Get to him too. That bastard clown, already traumatized, and almost killed one of his brothers, temporarily gave another one amnesia, and killed him. You won't let this one become another victim, of the crime that infects Gotham.

 

As he was thinking this he finally actually started looking at Percy and not through him. And with that look he knew he failed his baby brother… WHITE STREAK, and otherwise inky pitch dark black hair, haunted, expressive, threatening, CLOWING CREAM EYES. He looked too much like Jason when he let the pits hold on him sink in a little too much… when he let the anger control him. But he looked a little bit more in control. “Get out.” Was all his brother said. It wasn't angry… 

 

And while it was just slightly threatening… 

 

It was also tired.

 

“Ok” He abandoned his idea of leaving the weapon with Percy… of leaving his little brother something to defend himself with.. because he knew that look. That was a look of someone who would clawpart, whatever threatened them with their bare hands. If needed. And if left with something else would do much worse, just to feel something. So he decided to leave. Percy did not need the red hood right now. As he was yet again halfway through the window, he decided to add on one more thing. “I'll let Jason come home soon, I think you need it more now. I'll make sure her shifts are covered.” and with that, the red hood vanished into the night again.