Gotham by Streetlight AU

Chapter eleven

The scream was quickly succeeded with a heavy thump that accompanied continued screaming. The butler ran back into the room whilst the three dashed up the stairs. 

Dick was on the floor thrashing and kicking at some invisible figure. There was a cut on his right temple which must've come either from the thing that caused the thump or from the travel to cause the thump. His eyes twisted side to side randomly as tears ran down his red cheeks. Jason barged past everyone, immediately going into the routine he always did. He straddled Dick's chest and held his hands together to stop them from lashing out. With his free hand, he covered Dick's mouth and kept it gritted closed. 

Bruce couldn't even fathom the situation fast enough to 1)mention how that wasn't the correct way to fix whatever this was and 2)ask whatever this was. Alfred and Tim shared the same state of confusion. The ginger shushed the other's screaming, wincing whenever another yell ripped through the teenager's throat. 

"C'mon Dickie, you can do it. Wake up now." The muffled screaming died down slightly which gave Jason some hope this would be over soon. "That's it. We're safe now remember? You got us somewhere safe. No one will yell at you this time."

It took a few minutes but eventually, the muffled screaming stopped and Dick's eyes shot open. He still wasn't fully awake yet but he was aware enough that Jason could get off him.

"Overslept," he slurred.

"I know you did. You're okay though," Jason reminded him. He held out his hand which the older cautiously took. He helped him up as Dick came to grips with reality. He rubbed at his eyes roughly then touched his forehead where he could feel something wet dripping his face.

"Bleeding," he stated matter of factly.

"I think you fell," Tim stated. The teenager looked over to the three he hadn't noticed and an embarrassed blush crept over his cheeks. 

"How much see?" he asked. They watched him in confusion. His speech pattern was so odd. There was emphasis where it shouldn't be and connections missing. Bruce barely restrained himself from calling an ambulance there and then, only stopping when he noticed that it hadn't concerned Jason in the slightest. 

"All of it," the ginger answered on behalf of the group. The embarrassed blush deepened. 

"Alfred, can you get the first aid kit from downstairs?" Bruce asked. The butler nodded and swiftly walked out of the room. It made him guilty to think it but he was glad to get out of that room. Its intensity was way too crazy. 

"Does he have a concussion?" Tim asked, hoping for something to explain his friend's behaviour. 

"Nope. English isn't his first language," Jason explained. "When he's out of it, he sorta forgets the connecting words."

"In trouble?" Dick asked. The younger shook his head, allowing him to sigh in relief.