Cross My Line ( A Jasonette fanfic)

Chapter 2

Jason pov-
Gotham Academy was the one place I hated the most, and not because it's a school, because I actually enjoy school.

I hate the place because it's where people make my life a living hell. Let me explain everything for you, shall I?

My name is Jason Todd, and I'm 16-no, 17 years old. I grew up with abusive and neglective parents -and a lot of other horrifying things that they did to me and invited and paid their friends to do to me as a kid-until I was 7, and my mom committed suicide by overdosing, and my dad got arrested. I ran away and lived in the streets until I was 11, living a very hard life on the streets. I'd taught myself how to survive and fight, but all of that life was shut down when I tried to steal the wheels off the batmobile for money to get food and clothes, maybe a decent place to live as well, and got adopted by Captain Dark and Brooding, who I later found out was none other than Prince of Gotham, billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne, and Robin was Dick Grayson, who became Nightwing.

The Wayne's don't know anything about my past, which I was determined to keep that way, and I was the vigilante Red Hood, while Tim was Red Robin, and Damian was Robin.

Anyway, as for my life at school, it fucking sucked. Sure, I was the hot, most popular guy in school, was the best quarterback on the school football team, was in track and cross country, was in band, kept nothing but straight 100's in all of my classes and had perfect attendance, but don't let that fool you. I was only popular because I was Bruce Wayne's kid. That's the only reason, and everyone tried to use me for money or liked me for my looks and spot on the football team. That was it, other than me being the smartest kid in school.

School sucked because I was being bullied by everyone, even a few of my teachers except for my algebra/geometry, reading, and history teachers. I almost never slept between school, being Red Hood, and being a big and little brother and being with my family. I looked worse than Tim: under my eyes were dark purple, my skin was paler where there wasn't bruises and wounds that I stitched up, doing a pretty good job with it, despite the pain of it, which was a routine for every night before I go to bed, after doing the enormous mountain of homework that I get every day, 99% of it being the homework that all of my classmates force me to do for them, and I can't say no because they said that they would start going after my little brothers if I refused or told anyone what was going on in school, and I was extremely skinny, though my muscles covered it a little bit, but not enough, because I rarely ate. I was either too busy, or I didn't feel like it, or I simply forgot. And, adding on to this, I got bullied physically, verbally, emotionally, mentally, and online -cyber bullying- because everyone knows that I was a street kid before Bruce adopted me. I haven't told my family any of this, and every day I come home with bruises and wounds, though whenever Bruce, Dick, or Alfred asks me about it, I tell them a half lie and blame it on football practice and gym, which is half true.

Because of my school, I'm as broken as a person can come. I'm overwhelmed with everything, I overwork myself, and I have severe depression and anxiety. PTSD, major trust issues, was traumatized and jumped or flinched at every loud sound, was spooked easily-such as this morning for example- blamed myself for everything, cuts, has insomnia because the few minutes he does sleep he gets plagued by nightmares and night terrors, and I'm afraid of clowns and crowbars and now the dark because of Joker. I lived my life in fear because of school, how broken I was, and the fact that I recently got a letter in the mail from Willis Todd, my biological father, that he had broken out of prison and was coming to find me, and that when he found me, I was never going to see the light of day again. I was deathly afraid of him, and Joker on top of that, and basically I just had a fucked up life. One that no one could ever know about.

Not the Wayne's, not my best friend Roy Harper, not the Justice League, and not Young Justice. Especially not my adoptive family. They would probably want nothing to do with me if they ever found out about my past.