Birds of a Feather

pt. 4

They stood in a wide semicircle, right in front of the designated parking area for the Batmobile. They were all anxious, Steph already had her left sleeve rolled up; ready for the blood transfusion. Or at least that's what she assumed Batman had meant when he said, "You have matching blood types."

Damian had his history book tucked in his arms, standing in between Alfred and Barbara. He may not act like it, but deep down, he cared too.

The four teenagers stood together, like they always do. Tim had a stoic look on his face, arms crossed over his chest; the anger he had for Jason simmering just beneath the surface.

The sound of speeding wheels got louder and louder, but there was something else: the revving engine of a motorcycle. No doubt the Red Hood himself.

Tim tensed when the Batmobile pulled up into the parking space, the Red Hood pulled up next to it. But he completely forgot about his anger when he saw all the blood on Jason, the jacket barely covering it. Shock written on all their faces at the sight of it.

Jason immediately stepped off his bike and took off his helmet, rushing to the passenger's side of the Batmobile; not sparing a glance at any of his family members.

Of course, he didn't mean to be rude, but his brother lost a lot of blood and that seemed more important than greeting his estranged family.

Bruce got out and pulled off his cowl, "Tim, Duke, help Jason," he immediately took charge of the situation. Tim and Duke quickly made their way to Jason, they didn't even have time to process the shock they felt when they realised that the limp body Jason was carrying was in fact their eldest brother.

"Cassandra, could you grab some clean clothes for Jason?" he looked over to Cass who immediately nodded and rushed out of the cave.

"Barbara, prep Stephanie for a blood transfusion," he gestured between the two girls.

Alfred was already standing by the bed in the medbay, a pair of gloves over his hands; ready for any medical care he might need to give.

Poor Damian was shorter than everyone else, he couldn't see who his brothers were carrying over to the medbay. He could only wait by Alfred to see who it was once they've been set down on the bed.

Cass came down with a fresh pair of clothes from Dick's old room in the manor, Jason seperated from Tim and Duke to accept them.

The gap between Tim and Duke was now big enough for Damian to look through now that Jason wasn't in between them. The young Robin finally saw who was unconscious and pale in Tim and Duke's arms.

Pure rage flowing through his veins, he didn't even stop to think. He grabbed a scalpel from the tray of medical tools next to him, lunging at Jason; knocking the clean clothes out of his hands and onto the floor.

He pinned him to the ground, the scalpel against Jason's throat.

"What the hell–" Jason gasped, he could feel the cold metal against his throat.

"What did you do to him, Todd?!" Damian shrieked at him. Jason was twice his size, but that certainly didn't stop him; he was too furious to care. How dare he hurt Dick?

Bruce saw this and acted quickly, pulling Damian off Jason by his shirt's collar. "That's enough, Damian! Jason saved him."

If Jason wasn't so in shock, he probably would've laughed at the sight before him: Damian was being held up like a piñata, his toes a few inches off the ground.

"How can you be so sure, Father? Todd abandoned us, he broke our code!" Damian got out of his father's grip, landing on the ground with a small thud.