Lacuna ~ Jason Todd ~

~ Lets Play A Game Of Catch-Up ~

I Groaned an rolled over in the soft blankets. Wait... blankets? My eyes shot open and I scanned them nervously over the room. I was in a bedroom with beige walls and red carpet.

"Where the hell..." I inhaled sharply when I noticed that I wasnt in my uniform anymore. I was wearing large baggy sweatpants and an oversized black t shirt. I eased myself off of the bed and into a standing position. My head throbbed and my vision spun a little. What a lovely way to start my trip to Gotham. I eased open the bedroom door and found myself in the living room of an apartment. Guns littered the coffee table and a small black cat lay on the arm of the couch. I heard voices coming from what I was going to assume as the kitchen. I walked as quietly down the hall as I could and peeked around the corner. Two men with black hair sat talking at the table with a redheaded woman. I stepped into the room and cleared my throat they all turned to face me and I noticed a close resemblance between the two men. The only difference I noticed off the bat was Reds white tuft of hair in the front. The Redhead girl pulled out a chair beside her and I noticed that she was in a wheel chair. I sat down carefully and tried to wipe the grimace off my face.

" How are you feeling Kanoa?" Red asked.

" Shitty." I replied bluntly. I looked at the other two at the table. " Who the fuck are you?"

The girl with red hair smiled and handed me a chocolate chip cookie.

" Im Barbara Gor-"

"Babs?" I cut her off.

"Well... yeah."

"Cool. and you?" I motioned to the other black haired man.

" Dick Grayson."

" Your name is Dick?"

"Yes."

"Well thats unfortunate." He gasped and I looked back at red. Then I noticed something new. He didnt have his domino mask on. His unnaturally green eyes stood out almost as much as his white streak. I had to hold back a gasp. They almost matched mine....

"Where are we right now"

" This is one of my safe houses. One of the nicer ones."

"Well... Thank you for not letting me bleed out in a dark ally."

" What kind of welcome to Gotham would that be?"

"A damn shitty one." Barbara answered. She turned to Red and smiled. "Its been nice seeing you Jay but Dick and I should probably get back to Bludhaven. Good wishes to you Kanoa." They exchanged goodbyes and the cat from earlier jumped up onto my lap. I stroked its back and stayed silent waiting for the two to leave.

Red closed the door and walked back to the kitchen. He stuck a plate of pancakes in the microwave and hopped up on the counter.

" So... Your friends names are Dick and Barbara.... Whats your name?"

" It could be Red."

" yeah but I know its not."

"How do you know that?"

"Barbara called you Jay. So what does that stand for? Jesse? Jermey?"

"Jason. It stands for Jason."

I laughed and smiled at him. "That fits you."

" I gave you mine so you give me yours. "

"Kanoa, you know this."

" No, I want your real name. "

"That is my real name."

"Thats what you try to get people to believe. What is your birth name?"

I stared at him hard. How did he know?

"Its -" He cut me off

"Dont lie to me either."

"Fine. Lilah. My birth name is Lilah." I stared down at the sleek black cat on my lap. I didnt want to think about home or what I thought was my family. The league was no place for a family. They didnt really care for me. They let me die... I reached up and wiped a tear from my cheek.

"Shit. I didnt want to make you cry. Um lets talk about somethin' else."

" Why are you being nice to me?" I whispered. He froze.

"You dont remember, do you?" He sounded a little hurt. I was confused. what was I supposed to remember?

"Uh.."

"We know each other..." he paused giving me room to think. " We met 7 years ago..." Seven years ago I was in the leauge. I racked my brain for information. I remembered Mom, Grand pa pa, Krelee... then it hit me. The boy from the Lazarus pit, Moms favorite bird.

"Your Jason Peter Todd! You trained with me." It was all coming back. They need to but some damn warning labels on the Lazarus pit. something like WARNING CAUSES SCARY ASS NIGHTMARES, CHANGE IN EYE COLOR, LOSS OF HAIR COLOR, ANGER, MEMORY LOSS!!!!

" I see you still have that scar I gave you..." He sheepishly. I stiffened a little and pulled up the hem of my shirt. A long jagged scar ran from my bellybutton up to my right under arm. A smaller cleaner scar was carved into my skin slightly under it. Damian had left the smaller one. I missed him severely. I wonder how he was doing and where he was.

"So this is what youve been up to."

"Killing the bad guys and fixing Gotham?"

"Sounds about right. Wait... You already knew who I was... Why did you ask for my birth name?"

" I was actually wondering if you still remembered it or if they wiped your memory somewhere along the line. I doent seem like they wiped you memory so how did you get out of the league?"

" I died." I pulled at the bandages around my head. Jason spit a mouthful of water onto the floor.

"You DIED?"

"It was no accident either. I had messed up on a mission. I let the enemy get away. My consequence was a death trap, an impossible mission. I knew that I wasnt going to come back alive. Grand Papa let me die. He wanted me to die. Mom felt guilty and tossed me into the Lazarus pit and I was to set out on my own, change my name, and never come back. I miss my family. I miss Damian and Mom. I know I shouldnt but I do. I worry about how Damians going to turn out. I hope hes still alive..."

"Damian is sure as hell alive."

"How are you so sure of that?"

"He lives is the damn manor."

"What?" Why would Damian be with Jasons adoptive family.

"Hes bruces kid. Was a shock to the whole family."

"I never got names. Who is your family?" Jason laughed.

"Well there is Dick : Older brother, Robin #1. Tim : Replacement, Barbara : Batgirl, Oracle, older sister. Damian: current robin, demon spawn #1. and of course Bruce and Alfred. "

"Sounds like youve got quite the family."

The microwave timer went off.

"lets Eat!"