Jason fake-laughed at something that Dick had said. It wasn't because Dick was annoying him- though he was annoying him. It was just....he was tired. So tired.
Tired of yelling.
Tired of the loneliness.
Tired of being angry.
Tired of being different.
Tired of acting all tough and strong, all the time.
Tired of pretending.
Tired of remembering.
Tired of waiting for life to get better.
Tired of being alone.
Tired of feeling empty inside.
Tired of wishing he could start over.
And most of all, Jason was tired of every single time Dick and Tim would look at him with pity. Every single time Damian would look at him with hate.
For Jesus' sake, he helped bring the kid back to life. A little less hate would be appreciated. After all, Jason had gone to... Ethiopia for it.
Jason closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath.
He opened it again to see that Tim was gone. After some time Tim came back, and in his hand was a.....crowbar.
Jason's breath hitched.
Tim started showing the crowbar to Dick. He had made some adjustments or something and needed Dick's help.
It's nothing. Joker isn't here. Tim wouldn't hit you. He wouldn't....right? Before Jason could mull over the question, Alfred came into the room with cookies.
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That night, when Jason was leaving, the question came back to him. Would Tim hit him?
And Jason already knew the answer.
Yes.
Yes, he would, if Bruce or the others asked him to.
And, Jason also knew, that if needed, all the other would too. Even Alfred.
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In the mirror that hung on his bedroom wall, when Jason saw his reflection, he winced. He could understand why Bruce hated him.
Because in the reflection, all he saw was a killer.
A monster.
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Red Hood: A Road to Recovery
FanfictionJason Todds: Batman's greatest failure. The second Robin. The one that died at the Joker's hands. Beaten to death- or very close to, anyway. Brought back from the dead. Trained in the League of Assassins. Now...Red Hood. Read the story of the man...
