Ask To Be Unbroken (Batfamily x reader)

Chapter 3: Downwards

*** still 1st person

Previous to this I see Jason start to spiral out of control after dad/Bruce started to lecture Jason that he was becoming too violent on their missions and that he needs to cool it. Jason does not want to listen to the advice, and when he came to rant to me about it like siblings normally do, I told him he might want to listen. That made him even madder which drove him to start packing to see if he can find his biological mom. I was jealous of him when he first told me that his mom was alive because mine was dead. I got over it when Alfred explained to me my fortunate situation and that my mother didn't leave me behind. This is why I always love Alfred, he's so wise and makes great cookies. With the rising tension between Bruce/dad and Jason, they were interrupted by a big case in the Middle East. They needed all the help they could get so they enlisted me to come with them. I wasn't allowed to do much since this mission was very dangerous, but things went wrong anyway. Without my doing which is usually unusual. We were fighting the Joker, but something seemed off as to why Joker was all the way where we were and he was just stealing random pharmaceutical pills. Like what does he even use them for? Do they mix and create something deadly? I think to myself as I begin to wonder a little too much. I took on a big goon who nearly took me out, but I was better than that and beat them. Though it isn't a day of crime fighting if someone doesn't bring up the fact that I'm either A) short, B) young, or C) annoying. But as I was fighting, I lost sight of Jason. I figured he went after a stray that we forgot to beat up, but it turned out that he went after the Joker. I tried to go after him, knowing how dangerous he is, but Batman pulled me back and told me that he was too dangerous for me and that I was too young. That royally ticked me off, but I had to listen to him because he was essentially my dad and he was also my means of getting home. I and Bruce start trying to look for him but he is nowhere to be seen. Though our search was hindered a bit when we noticed Ra's al Ghoul stealing some big chemicals and dangerous materials.

So when we started to work on this case, dad and I were on the motorcycle chasing the truck that was full of contraband. It was quite a chase and we were shot at a lot, but my armor was FULL of bulletproof panels since I'm so young and dad doesn't want to lose a kid. The Ra's al Ghoul chase went poorly because we weren't able to catch up properly with them to stop the stealing of the contraband material, but that was when we noticed that there was a warehouse on a hill we didn't notice that looked very sketchy. We sped there as fast as we could on the bat bike, and when I asked why we were going to such a random building, dad explained to me that Jason was in there and we had to get him out as soon as possible. We managed to get there on the bike, but I jumped off sooner off the bike and dad's back so I could get to my brother as quickly as possible. Before I could even slam the door open, a blast threw me back and I landed harshly on my back, probably breaking something too. When I got up, it took me forever to slowly walk to where the building once stood that held my brother. I then started to notice Bruce was looking for something. That was when my dad found my brother dead. He held his bridal style in his arms and he cried out into the world that the universe is cruel and that he wants his son back. When I see just a glint of his face or his hair the tears start forming in my eyes like waterfalls. My own brother, blood brother, was dead. Like my mother right in front of me, like the letter from the police and news stories that our dad was shot and killed, and now with Bruce holding a corpse in his arms wearing a tattered Robin uniform. I quickly take or try to take, the body from Bruce as I want to hold it, but he refuses, he then proceeds to tell me that the body will not make me feel better and that we need to go home as soon as possible.

The funeral for my brother Jason was more of a social event if anything. It happened right after I finished recovering from the explosion. It had nearly broken my tailbone, and I got burned a little bit through the pants of my costume. Though when people asked how Jason died, we had to make up a false story that he had died in a random explosion while we were traveling overseas, but I and Bruce know the truth and it was starting to bug me that I'm holding all the truth and secrets on my shoulders. The funeral was the most formal thing I have ever worn since my very first charity event from right around a month after we moved in. People held their umbrellas high in the sky and wore their prettiest black gowns and black suits. I was starting to get distressed at the sight of my own brother's corpse, so I grabbed onto my dad, Bruce, for comfort because he was the closest thing to Jason that I have, and I started balling. Alfred came up from behind and hugged me too since he was a part of the family too. My other brother Dick did come for the funeral, but I didn't see much of him. Maybe he had to run off somewhere to do a titans thing. Well, that's what Alfred told me when I had the puffiest eyes and I asked him where Dick went when I wanted to say hi. The funeral did have a reception, but it was super boring. I didn't like mingling with these strangers. I got so fed up with people giving me condolences that I went straight to bed. Not eating, and not even bothering to have one glass of water. Jason's death tore me up from the inside out. He was my other half, and we did everything together, but now he was gone. What am I going to do with myself now? I always thought to myself. I would cry myself to sleep, have nightmares and dreams where Jason was still alive, and when I would wake up, sometimes I would ask where Jason was. I had to power through these feelings of depression because I had school and my dad wanted me to excel so that maybe I could take over Wayne enterprises when he feels like retiring. But I could still never stop thinking about my brother.