Alone

The Call

"I'm afraid Master Bruce was unable to come, He was held up with work." Jason growled, his fist clenched. Dick was Golden Boy, the perfect kind brother of his.

"I understand, but he should come and see him. He is in critical condition, and may not make it. However, I will tell you the information." So Jason told them, and Alfred grew sad.

"Poor Master Richard, why has this happened?" Alfred Asked when I finished, I sighed and sat on the edge of his bed.

"He's been overs stressed, and I can't blame him. Having to patrol Gotham as Bats, then here as Nightwing, then having to run the team, make sure Kaldur and Artemis where safe, deal with Wally, train short stack there, work, handling Wayne Tech, and helping me.

He's been very busy, and way to stressed. Then he just stopped, didn't go to work, didn't answer any texts or calls, didn't go out as Nightwing, and he didn't meet up for our get together." Jason Said, and Alfred looked shocked, and Damien was in a defensive position.

"How do you know all that?!?" Damien threatened, and Jason sighed.

"Ask Replacement and Comish's kid, they'll know what I'm talking about." Jason Said, But Damien didn't back down. Jason sighed then checked, making sure they wouldn't be overheard.

"Fine, I'll tell you. But if you tell anyone, I will put you in a full body cast." The two nodded with contentment, and Jason sighed.

"I'm your brother, the names Jason Todd. Second Robin, former crazed gang leader, successor of Golden Boy right there, predecessor of Replacement. Also, formerly dead." Jason Said, as he placed his hands on his knees.

"My word, Master Jason. Why didn't you go home?" Alfred scolded, and Jason winced, then leaned forward.

"I did Alfred, but the way I was brought back. Wasn't natural, and the process messed up my head." Jason Said, as regret laced his voice.

"The lasseris pit." Damien Said, Jason nodded.

"Yeah, I came back, but went by Red Hood." Alfred and Damien gasped, and I saw the pain in Alfreds eyes.

"I almost killed Tim, I hurt Babs, and I almost ran Dick through with a sword. This was before Bruce went to space, then, Dick kept coming after me. I had enough of it, and so I attacked him.

We were on a burning wear house, fighting, Dick ran out of gadgets, and wouldn't stop. I was still hell bent on killing at this time, so I was trying to kill him. His actions actually got me back." Jason Said, as he looked at his brother and remembered that night.

Flashback..

Two figures where fighting on top of a wear house in Gotham, the wear house was set ablaze, and nobody dared get close. One was recognized as Nightwing, the other, Red Hood.

"Jason, please, I don't want to fight you!" Nightwing Said, as he dodged a fist to his face.

"Is the Golden Boy begging me? My my, how far have you fallen. Who would have thought the great Richard Grayson would go so low, stuck to resort to begging." Red Hood Said, Nightwing managed to get his helmet off his face.

"No, I will not fight my brother. The one who I mourned for months, the one who made me a better brother, the brother that I would do anything for to get them back!" Nightwing cried as he blocked one of Jason's punches.

"We never we're brothers, you hated me. Despised my existence, till you felt guilty. Guilty that everyone was comparing me to you, always telling me that I wasn't enough, that I'd never be as good as the great Golden Boy!" Jason Said, and Dick froze.