Mixed Messages ~ {d.w}

➵Twenty Four

I didn't want to keep reading but I couldn't stop myself. The more and more I read, the more and more I felt tears in my eyes. At my wits end, I slam my computer shut. My head felt dizzy. I stand up, dizzy. I felt so blinded and attacked... I'll never understand why the world decided to do this to me.

Jason Todd, the guy who's supposed to be dead. Is alive, and my half brother. But I'm not aloud to have family. But he's my brother. But- my mind was left a haze. "Uhh...." The only thing I could hear was the echo of my own voice. In an empty, cold, lonely room. A room that I was forced into for my life, the room I was tied to because of my life. I tried to put my hands out to stabilize myself but it wasn't working. All of a sudden, the ground came rushing up to me.

When I woke up, I was laying in the bed. The expensive, cutely decorated, huge, comfortable bed. The one I swore I wouldn't use because I thought I didn't need it. I can't recall what happened earlier but I can remember bits. I was working... trying to finish a few programs and algorithms.... when... Oh, right. When I read about Jason Todd. Jason Todd. Jason Todd. Todd. Todd. Todd. Todd. Todd-

"You're awake. Jesus, kid, you're just like Timmy," a voice says, breaking me out of my thoughts. I was thankful for that. I hated hearing the echo of my voice in my head. It made me feel alone.

I look to my side to see none other than Jason. The very person I was researching. "What.... what...." I lost my train of thought. I couldn't help but take in Jason's features. He looked more like my father than I did. He got his hair... those raven locks and the blue eyes. I did have blue eyes but my mother's hair was blonde. My hair was Auburn. At first glance, I wouldn't have guessed we were related in the slightest but now, I could easily see it. We had the same blue eyes.

"You hit your head really bad on the ground. I'm assuming you fainted because you've locked yourself in this room for days on end without sleep, food and water," Jason says. He was sitting in a chair next to the bed, propping himself up on his elbow. He smirks, "trust me. We've got our own computer hacker," he chuckles.

I realized he was talking about Tim. "Yeah..." I quietly mumble, feeling a headache come on. I couldn't look at him anymore without seeing an image of my past. The past I tried so hard to put behind me. I stare at the ceiling blankly.

"Who's Maks?" he asks.

Maks... Why would I ask about Maks? I didn't remember that. "What..?" I shake my head slightly. I must've asked for him while I was out. "He's a friend... one of my only friends. He used to look after me while I worked... We were close..." I explain. Why was I explaining myself to him? Just because we share blood doesn't mean I have explain my life story to him, right?

"I see."

Jason didn't know we're related, right? I wouldn't think so... I don't know though. Everything's just so confusing. "How... why.. are you here?"

"I heard a thud, thought it was Timmy that passed out. Turns out it was you," he continues, "you've been out since last night. I figured since I didn't have anything else to do, I'd stay."

I let a small grin slip. "The tough Red Hood, gone soft... who woudda thunk..."

"Don't you ever say that again!"