Who knew time travel wouldn't be so bad?

Intruder

"What the fuck..." Red Hood mutters putting his hand on the helmet not realizing he couldn't touch his face because of it.

Never again would he agree to go with the bats again because now he had a pounding headache with no idea where the hell he was. At this point, he didn't care if he took off his helmet or the fact he had thoughts that once he find that rip-off villain he was going to beat to death. No, he wouldn't regret it at all.

When he was done rubbing his face he looked around to see a room he was familiar with. It was his room except it looked like a guest room. All of the stuff that he once had was gone like it never existed.

"What the fuck happened to my room?" Jason now let out louder confused and anger filling in because who dared have touched his stuff and taken it?

He got that he didn't get along with Bruce, hell that man probably is the one that took everything in this room that he once called his.

Instead of thinking more into it he got up quickly not caring about the dizziness that took over him immediately and forgetting what happened before. "Bruce! I know you took my fucking posters!" Jason shrieked and opened the door not caring if it slammed. "Bruce?! Where are you?"

Jason fast-walked through the halls pissed off visibly not noticing the photos or anything surrounding him. He couldn't believe Bruce would take everything out of that room while he was away risking his ass making sure he wasn't killing people. He gets that he wasn't exactly around the bats as often but it hurts that Bruce had removed everything like Jason moved out completely.

"Who are you?" That familiar voice said behind him causing Jason to turn around to face that bastard... Why did Bruce look so young?

"I'm not going ask how you got those wrinkles off your face old man. If you wanted me to move out so badly you could've just told me! Instead of removing everything in my fucking room!"

Bruce looked at him perplexed and back off one step like he was unaware of this man's ability though he didn't look frightened. "Listen here," Bruce says with a stern voice, "I'll call the cops if you don't leave."

"Oh so now you're kicking your 'son' out? Dick was right when he—" Jason couldn't say anything more because Bruce abruptly push him against the wall and had his hand around his throat.

"Why are you talking to my son? Do you comprehend how old he is compared to you?"

All Jason could think in his mind was, 'What the fuck was wrong with him?' He wouldn't ever admit it but it did kind of hurt that Bruce was doing all this to the extent of calling the cops on him just because Jason wanted answers on his room. "Wha— He's older than me! Fucking Bruce I get he's your 'favorite precious golden son' but he's not a little kid anymore!"

"What are you saying?" Bruce said genuinely confused, "He's thirteen years old!"

Jason's eyes widen surprised by that. Did he go back in the past? Is that why this... Bruce looks really young? It explains why he was willing to call the cops for no reason. "You don't know me to do you?" 

"No. I don't." Bruce stated. "Now I'm going ask you again," his grip tightens a bit, "Who. Are. You?"

"If... you don't know me this must mean I'm still on the streets trying to survive. Shit." Quickly Jason kicks him on the knee making Bruce groan and let go, in advance Jason immediately makes a run towards the door.

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Jason knew a lot of risks when it comes to going to different worlds, especially going into pasts that weren't made to be messed with but he couldn't help but feel worried about his younger self.

During this time when Dick was ten years old, Jason was suffering a lot trying to make it. Stealing pieces of bread from corner stores, stealing money from people, and pickpocketing just to live for another day that this Jason wouldn't let the younger go through with it. He knew where his younger self was staying at so it wouldn't be hard to find.

When he looked at the abandoned building apartments Jason hastily felt sick but ignored it as he walked towards the door that didn't need to push it was already opened not able to move anyways.

Jason wondered what would he even do if he saw his younger self? What would he say to younger Jason? 'Hey! I'm the future you sup.' Nah too friendly. 'In the future, you work with the Batman and you die.' That's way too harsh and early. 'You have to be on this day to steal the batmobile wheels.' He knows himself. Jason would avoid that day because of that suspicion.

Luckily Jason had at least five dollars on him. Nobody would ever think the Red Hood would carry cash with him.

Going on the old stairs was too squeaky and such that Jason didn't care about it. At his time, there would be unconscious addicts somewhere laying around but they didn't bother him thankfully.

Once he reached towards the door that his younger self was at he didn't bother knocking and opened it.

Jason didn't know whether he should be relieved or disappointed that younger Jason wasn't here. The room looked occupied so he could guess that the younger boy went somewhere to steal food or cash. Oh well, he decided that he'll just leave the money on the old mattress.

Should he make a note? He knew it was selfish to mess with the timeline but maybe— maybe Jason could make it quicker by getting younger Jason adopted from Bruce so that the boy wouldn't suffer longer. 

'Fuck it, people only live once in this life anyway.' Jason thought. Now all he need to find was a pen and paper.