Safe?

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"Damian, what sickness does Jason have?" Tim asks for the fifth time on the way to the cave.

"I'll discuss it with my father, Drake, leave me alone."

"I know you will talk to Bruce about it, but what is it?"

The youngest boy actually bites his lip and does an unprofessional side glance up at Tim. Tim frowns. "It's nothing." Damian tries to push Tim away, but it doesn't work. Bruce and Alfred are talking, watching Lilith play with a useless, disarmed bomb on the floor. "Excuse me." Damian clears his throat.

Bruce looks up with a strange expression on his face, while Alfred looks up concerned. "Yes?"

"Todd is sick." Damian points to the baby. "That thing is dangerous and I heavily suggest you give it back to her owner."

"Owner?" Tim gasps.

Jason wakes up when the door opens. But... there's no one there. Maybe he isn't awake... He stands up, wanting to get back to out of the manor. He hates it here. The door is closed... and someone is... staring at him.

"What do you want?" Jason stares at the shadow.

The shadow grins, showing off fangs about the length of Jason's fingers. "You don't want me here? Lets talk about this, Jason," It says lovingly. "I really do want a visit, boy. It would be so lovely to see you again. Come on."

"Who are you?" Jason tries walking forward, but he can't. He glances down at his feet, but he's sinking into the floor, he's already gone to his ankles. 

"Come on." The shadow rushes at him and snatches the tiny girl from off of the bed. Jason growls and tries pulling himself back onto the bed. Lilith starts to cry and Shadow-Thing smirks. "Say bye bye." And it is gone.

"No!" Jason screams.

"Jason you're fine!" The whole family is around him, watching him writhe on the bed.

He sits up and looks around, desperately searching for Lilith. Damian is again holding the baby. He holds his arms out, and whimpers like a puppy. Damian gurgles in panic and hands over the baby.

"Damian!" Everyone looks at him.

He's staring at Jason like his life is totally disintegrating. "I... I had a friend once." And he leaves the room.

Jason is curled around the baby like his life depends on her and is asleep again.

Meals go from laughing and smiling to Damian staring quietly at his lap, Dick moving food around on his plate awkwardly, Tim staring into a mug of coffee through the whole meal, and Bruce nowhere to be found. Alfred is the one taking meals to Jason, because they are all convinced he is incapable of getting down the stairs, or even to the door of his room.

"I'll take that." Damian holds his arms out to take the tray from the butler.

"What?" Dick frowns, watching Alfred just hand the food over.

"Stay out of my business." Damian grumbles, walking off.

Jason is already awake, this being the scheduled time for lunch. He's staring at the ceiling, holding Lilith loosely at his side, the baby still asleep. Why did he ever think this would be funny? Of course this would backfire so horribly, this is his life we're talking about... He glances over at the door, waiting for Alfred's now expected smile. He looks down a little bit, and sees his youngest brother. "D..." He starts, and then cringes back, expecting some cutting insult about him being stuck in bed.

"How are you?" Damian walks over, sitting on the edge of the bed, poised to run if he needs too.

"Why?" Jason whispers.