THE FALLEN

03 | OLD MEMORIES

"Jason!"

Jason shot up from the bed, his face covered in beads of sweat as his chest heaved. Memories swarmed his head as he tried to calm himself down. His eyes darted from each side of the room before he closed his eyes, his heart slowing down.

He rubbed his face, sighing in the process as he swung his legs off the bed. Bruce's voice kept on haunting him with each living day and memories... oh the horrible memories.

Everyday was a living hell, but he showed emotion differently than most people would. After two years of coming back from the dead, killing criminals is probably the only stress reliever for Jason. He hid himself behind a protective barrier ever since his childhood - the crumbs of a childhood - and ever since he was resurrected by the league, he never let his guard down.

Jason stood up, walking to the empty living room and turned on the police scanner he stole from McGrath awhile back. He continued his path to the bathroom and look at himself at the mirror. His green eyes stared back, reminding him of his days beside batman.

'This is the best day of my life!'

Jason nearly flinched at the memory, his hands going to the sink. His head dropped as his mind had didn't want him to forget about his past.

'"Robin! Stop!" Batman yelled as Jason threw another punch in the criminal's face. Blood was pooling around the drug dealer and the green gloves were now red on the knuckles. Jason was seeing red and couldn't stop.

This douchebag just reminded him of his father and this was justice in his eyes - this has to be done. By his hand.

Before Jason could throw another punch and finish off this piece of crap, a hand grabbed the young boy's - stopping him in his tracks. Jason clenched his jaw, using all of his strength to break out of Batman's grasp but it was all useless.

Batman dragged the boy wonder to the batmobile, silence injected into the air as Jason's green eyes were straight ahead - not breaking the silence. Bruce gripped the wheel tighter, speeding down the streets until he reached the infamous Batcave.

Jason jumped out for the batmobile, storming away from Bruce but stopped once he heard Bruce yell. Actually yell. "Jason!"

He flinched, scared. Bruce felt a ping of guilt but he continued onwards. Jason didn't turn around, but Bruce was quick on his trail. Be grabbed his son by the shoulders and turned him around - making him face him. "What you did back there, that was unacceptable."

"He was a criminal! He deserves to be put down!"

"No! He deserved justice! What happened back there - that wasn't Justice." Bruce explained, not letting go of Jason as he scoffed and pushed his hand off. He wanted to storm off, but Jason was stubborn and he had to have the last word. "I did what I had to do!"

"Beating a man to a pulp? That's what you had to do!" Bruce was raising his voice but Jason didn't stand down. He was a fighter and he wasn't going to back down because he was raising his voice. "Your done, Jason. You are staying with Barbara for the next month."

Jason's eyes were out of his skull. He had the nerve. Jason bit his cheek before yelling back, "And who are you to tell me that!"

Bruce stared him down, his eyes glaring at Jason before responding, "you're lucky that's all that happened to you. I could strip you of the title of Robin and send you right back to the streets!"

A look of hurt, rage, and sadness passes over Jason's face, his eyes glaring daggers into the man's skull - not believing he was saying this to him. Jason's blood boiled inside of him as he finally clenched his fists and Jason finally let all of his emotions lose.