Jason Todd {angst}

Red butterflies?

(At the manor at 1:00am)

The manor is a very silent place in the morning and night. The only things usually heard is Alfred boiling the kettle in the mornings or Ace howling from the cat. But this night was very different from the others.

Cracking could be heard from the loft(attic if your American-) which wasn't unusual but it was louder that night and much more noticeable.

Thud! Something had broken open or something collapsed. It sounded like a body or a box of some sort.

Dick awoke to the sound of it and him being himself decided to check it out.

He climbed out of his cozy bed and popped on his slippers. As he walked over to the door he could hear whispers coming from the loft(attic)
but brushed it off.

"Alf? You awake?" He said waiting for a response.

But nothing.

He changed his mind and went back to bed and to sleep. Hey this was just the beginning of the night.

(The manor at 4:00am in Jason's room)

Jason had woken up around 15 minutes ago and couldn't sleep again. The constant sound of laughter filled his head.

He usually would take medication to block the laughter out but had ran out the previous night and didn't notice.

Even more laughter filled his head, except this time it wasn't just in his head..but in his room.

Quickly turning, Jason had noticed a figure standing in the corner of his room smiling and grinning at him.

Jason knew who the guy was he was the one who haunted him and traumatised him when he was young.

Cautiously, Jason reached for his door and slipped outside into the hall. The figure was still there and standing in front of him.

A wave of panic filled Jason's body and shear fear and stress filled him even more.

Running towards his oldest brothers room Jason could still hear the laughing and wondered why no one else could or if it was all a dream.

He frantically opened up his brothers room and ran to wake him up.

Dick woke up to see a frightened Jason shaking him and tearing up. Jason was never like this he was always hard and never cried.

Dick knew something was wrong.

"Jason! Are you okay?!"

"I- I don't know!" He responded slurring his words as he spoke.

"Okay. Stay hear I'm going to get Bruce." Dick replied before walking out of the room leaving Jason in almost pitch black darkness again.

Five minutes later dick returned with a slightly worried Bruce trailing behind.

"Jason." Bruce moved towards Jason trying to grasp him.

No reply was given to Bruce instead Jason sat in silence staring at something. And right through Bruce. To Bruce it looked like he was looking right through him.

"Jason.." again no reply

"Come on" Bruce got up and stood Jason up until Jason snapped and pushed at Bruce

"Get off me!" Jason screamed at Bruce.

"Jason! We're trying to help!" Dick replied to Jason.

"With what." A shake in Jason voice started up again.

Bruce looked towards his son and grabbed his arm and pulling him into his room (Jason's)

"Go to bed please! Seems like nothing is wrong with you clearly, your just putting on an act!"

"What-." Jason had no clue what Bruce had just said to him

He had been more focused on the figure behind Bruce creeping up on him.

A red smile could now be seen.

"Wow! The old man must really be getting on now!" The clown voice spoke up.

Bruce walked out of the room with dick behind him.

They locked the door so that Jason couldn't come out and make another scene that was 'fake'

"Ha! Ha! Lost for words kid!! WHO KNEW!" The voice replied again.

Jason whispered "shut up.."

"Sorry pumpkin couldn't hear ya."

"Shut up." Jason voice grew louder.

"What?"

"I said SHUT UP, SHUP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!" Jason shouted in a fit of rage and threw a book at the mirror in his room.

He finally collapsed onto the floor sobbing with his hands held in his head.

"Wow. Pathetic thing aren't ya."

The clown soon after disappeared and Jason was still sobbing on his floor.

He climbed back into his bed an hour later after calming down.

It was a long night.

A/N:

HA HA NEW STORY NOW HOW DID YOU GUYS LIKE IT WAS IT FUN! IF SO PLEASE DO COMMENT WHAT I SHOULD RIGHT NEXT AS I AM STRUGGLING A BIT WITH WRITERS BLOCK. APART FROM THAT HAVE A GREAT NIGHT OR MORNING

(Where I live it is currently 2:07am)

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