Fallen Angel

Chapter 11- Deaged little siblings

Jason pov-
I lay wheezing and gasping for air in the center of the snowy alley, my entire body sore and wounded, and I was bleeding out.

My once teenage siblings, Mari and Tim, were now deaged by Joker, and they were both huddled into me and shivering in the cold, since The Joker and his goons had been scared off by Titus, who we had originally been taking on a walk for Damian since he was sick with the flu, and we'd been ambushed by the damn clown.

My phone was destroyed, and Tim and Mari's were gone, and I had no way of contacting our family and letting them know I needed help. Tim was crying against me, and Mari was looking around with a thinking look on her face. I sensed someone enter the alley, and a moment later, I felt Titus lick my face. "T-Titus... go... go get Br-Bruce... bring h-him here... hurry..." I coughed out, gasping as my stomach convulsed, and the dog ran off. Tim helped push me to my side so that I wouldn't throw up all over me, and my eyes widened when I saw blood.

Dick was going to have a cow.

At least these two were unharmed. I'd made a deal with Joker and said that I'd let his goons come after me if he left them alone, and he'd agreed and let his goons beat the shit out of me. My arm and leg was broken, I was covered in bruises and wounds, and some of my ribs were broken, and I'd been stabbed and shot in the torso and chest.

The one time I have my sister leave all of the miraculous at the manor, this shit happens. Now I know why she didn't want to leave them. I should have let her bring them with, that way Tikki could heal me. Eh, she would do so once my family came, and I'd get fussed at by Dick and Bruce, and blah blah blah.

My eyes started to close as I struggled to breathe, and my little siblings came and sat with me. Tim had my head in his lap, and Mari was trying to keep me awake. I weakly smiled at her. "H-hey, Pixie... this is T-T-Tim D-Drake, your older b-brother... but my l-little bro..." I rasped with a cough. The two kids shared a worried glance, and my hazel blue eyes closed, only to open when I felt someone slapping my face.

"Papa, no! Stay awake. Don't close your eyes, please! Don't leave me and Timmy! You have to stay awake!" My sister desperately said, and Tim nodded. "Keep talking to us. What's your name?" He asked quietly, and I remembered his past. Him and I got along because we both had abusive parents, though mine were a hell of a lot worse and his were only verbally abusive and negligent of him.

My body jerked, and I stifled a cry of pain. "Name's J-Jason... Todd-Cheng, though I g-got adopted by... Bruce Wayne..." I forced out, and my stomach convulsed again. My siblings rolled me over again, and again I threw up more blood.

A moan of pain escaped my throat, and I curled in on myself and held my stomach, and my extremely touch deprived baby brother came around to the front of me and hugged me tightly, curling into me. I moved my head so that I wouldn't cough blood into his raven hair, and my body shook and I cried out when I felt another rib break, but I put my arm around him and sighed deeply as Mari curled into us both, and my vision started spinning.

My sister must have felt my body relax, because she snapped her head up and started smacking my face again. "Don't you dare close your eyes, JayJay. You keep them open. Timmy and I need you! Stay awake, Papa, please! Stay awake for us!" She begged, and I forced my eyes open again when I felt Tim completely relax against me. "Tim?" I asked, and all I got was silence. Mars turned her attention to her other brother, and when she tried to wake him up, she gave me a scared look when he wasn't responding.

Fuck.

My body screamed as I started to move around enough to take my leather jacket off, and Marinette put it over Tim like a blanket and hugged him tightly. "Papa, why won't he wake up? Did he die? I don't want him to die! I don't want to lose my brother, Papa! I just met him!" She cried, and I painfully pulled the two into a hug and put her under the jacket as well. "He'll be okay, Sweetheart. Tim will be okay. He has to be." I said, and she put some of my jacket over me in an attempt to keep me warm, though only the sleeve and a corner were available to offer.