2 Demons 1 Angel

Ch 3. Jason: Unexpected Guests

Chapter 3. Jason: Unexpected Guests.

Jason

It was 2:30 am when I finally arrived home after another long night playing vigilante. All I wanted was sleep. I finally reached my safe house (house? Apartment?). I dropped off my things, getting ready for bed when I heard the window open.

I grabbed one of my numerous guns, made sure it was loaded, and went to check who was stupid enough to mess with me tonight. They had come in through my bedroom, I was in the kitchen only with my shorts still on. I got closer to the door; I heard scuffling and a man's moan. I opened the door to a "Tt, Todd put your gun down before you hurt yourself." The insufferable demon spawn, holding a young man about his age, and a girl next to him.

"Wh- who? Demon Spawn what are you doing here?!" I yelled ignoring the other two. I turned the safety on and started to wave my gun around, the girl tensed.

"I want to question these two but I wouldn't get answers till we fix Re- Daniel.." Damian stopped himself and looked at the girl. She was about 4'5, face covered by a hood, her tannish skin was covered in scars, dark knotted hair almost touched the floor, she seemed a little familiar. Especially in a defensive stance.

"Why here?" I asked bluntly.

"Tt, you're the closest thing around and I'm not taking them to the cave." I saw the young man in Damian's arms, with the exception of the white hair he looked exactly like Damian. I had heard the story of Respawn, I figured this was him.

I pointed at the two unknowns," Who are you?"

The girl hesitated," This is Daniel, I am ... Abby." Why did that name sound familiar? A distant memory was nagging at me, but I couldn't –

"He needs help Todd." I went over to see Daniel. He was in bad shape but patched up by someone with decent medical skills, still. I lifted him up and set him on my bed, Abby stiffened when I carried him over, obviously she cares for him. Romantic or something else?

"Look if you want him to be treated, you need to leave." I pointed at Abby.

"No." She crossed her arms and widened her stance. Does she think I'm going to drag her out of the room?

I tried to reason with her. "There is going to be a lot of blood and –"

"I sewed him up. I am not afraid of blood; I am not leaving."

"Tt, Todd. He will most likely die if we do not act now." Demon Spawn spoke, pointing out the obvious.

"Fine." I gritted through my teeth. If she didn't want to see his guts, then that's her fault for not leaving. "Just be ready if I call for you to help."

She nodded, retreating into the corner.

I turned my attention to Daniel. The kid was stabbed on his right side, no doubt injuring some of his ribs in the process. Hopefully none of his organs were damaged in the process. I am no stranger to dealing with injuries, external or internal, however I am not the great Alfred Pennyworth. I am definitely not a certified doctor. Let's just hope I am able to treat this, and not condemning the kid.

I cut the remaining fabric, that might have once been a shirt with my knife. Bruises all over his torso, but they were already fading. I had seen this type of healing on Rose before. She had told me she had inherited it from her father, Slade Wilson, probably the only good thing she got from him. Mental Note: once I get some answers, call Rose.

The kid's side was treated, and was beginning to heal naturally but I needed to be sure no further damage was done. I cut through the stiches and barking orders at Damian. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that Daniel's lung had been nicked, need to work fast. My hands worked without thought, allowing some part of my consciousness to step back and just take in who was before me.

The kid, Respawn, Daniel, whatever. He looks like Damian's lost identical twin, with the exception that he had his hair bleached. Which I suppose is true, minus the fact about actual bleach being used. He's grimacing. Most people wouldn't be able to tell, but snice I know Damian's tells I can read Daniel's tells as well. It's so minuscule, if I wasn't looking for it, I wouldn't have noticed.

Daniel looks fifteen. I'm not sure what I was expecting when I saw his face, but not the exact same age as my baby brother. I thought that Daniel would be a year younger than Damian, no matter what Ras did to advance his age. As I grabbed needle and thread, a thought occurred to me. My little brother should technically be 16. Damian was dead for a year, due to the fact that his mother and another clone of Damian's (Heretic) killed Damian when he was twelve. When Damian was brought back, he still looked twelve, even though he should have been thirteen. Maybe Daniel was younger that Damian, but because of that fact, it allowed Damian to catch up in age.

My thoughts continued to wander as I treated Daniel.

An hour later after fixing Daniel.

We finally go to the kitchen, exhausted but still on edge. At my small dining table, I sat across from Abby and Damian sat next to me.

Damian says "Answers."

She shook her head, "Names first. I told you ours, now you tell me yours. Also, lose the mask." Demanding.

Damian points to me then himself, "Todd, Robin." I know she's glaring at him.

"No, real, first names. No answers till then and your mask." Why doesn't she care about last names?

"Ok, as long as you take off the hood." After a minute to consider my offer, she nods. I look at Damian.

Reluctantly he takes off his mask. She takes a sharp breath but says nothing. Curious, since Daniel was just in the other room, no comment about the two looking nearly identical, maybe Daniel told her about Damian.

"My name is Damian." She nods and looks at me.

"Jason." I supplied.

She was staring at me, it felt like forever.

"Jason, do you remember a little girl you tried to help long ago? She was in chains, and next to a pit." As she spoke, she finally began to pull down her hood. "You gave her a name; do you remember what it was?"

As she let her hood down, I saw her face. She looks strikingly like a mix between Talia Al Ghul and Bruce. Well, I assume Bruce is her father. More towards Talia, but she had sapphire blue, intense, eyes. Her hair was so dark it was hard to tell if it was brown or black. She had a streak a of white in her hair, like I did, only hers ran longer, long enough to form a type of crown braid. The rest of her dark hair was up, and in knots, as if it had never been brushed. I would put her age at ten or eleven at most. I knew her.

For a moment, all I could do was stare, Damian kept looking back and forth between the two of us, perplexed. At last, I nodded. "Abigail." I said amazed. A flood of memories hit me once I saw her face. When I said her name, she started to cry, a smile on her face. She had kept the name I had given her.