Flashback to day 1

Word count: 1046

Sorry for cussing in this book but there has to be or else it's not Jason.

~Jason's pov:~

I was sitting down on my couch, in between the piles of dirty clothes on each side. My mug was resting on my lap as I gulped down enormous amounts of coffee, trying to stall as much as possible before I have to go to the manor.

When Bruce told me to come over because he had a surprise.

I expected the worst because you know, he's Bruce.

For one I already don't trust Bruce as it is, I despise him actually.

The last "surprise" he gave me I almost died again, twice. It was a long story that I will not repeat because it would traumatize a young child.

Even when I was little, I mean come on Bruce, give a ten-year-old boy spandex for his birthday?

Best dad ever,

That was Sarcasm, by the way, I don't consider him my dad either, more like my jailer.

I wasn't thrilled to go all the way to Gotham for something I was going to regret but I simply figured that it wouldn't be that bad, and Alfred has been pressing me to visit the manor.

But I had no idea how much worse it would get in minutes.

I was in our Metropolis safe house for almost 5 months when Bruce called me, sorry, that was a lie.

Alfred called me on Bruce's behalf or else I would have flat out said no along with some other comments to back me up. But of course being Alfred, he convinced me to come.

Sometimes I hate you, Al,

Sorry, that was a lie too, I can't hate Alfred.

I had no idea how much changed while I was away.

Of course, at the time I didn't care, but you know.

With a sigh, I swallowed the rest of my coffee leaving a burning taste in the back of my throat.

Getting up, the couch seemed to disappear as the clothes took over, I set the mug down to walk to the door.

Slipping on my long brown coat I walked out of the safe house and onto my motorcycle heading for Gotham.

Not knowing that I would meet someone I'd regret meeting forever. The worst day of my life, and I've had two to pick from.

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Walking into the mansion in the chilly spring I was greeted by Alfred who took my coat telling me to go down in the Batcave.

I flashed him a quick, why-did-I-let-you-convince-me-to-come-here smile, and continued down the many confusing hallways of Wayne Manor.

Little bit worried for what the "surprise" as I walked to the clock heading down into the Batcave.

Whenever you're told to go to the Batcave you know Bruce means business. Batman business. I will kick your ass business. Punch you in the... nevermind you get it.

You couldn't believe my surprise when I walked down to see Bruce standing there holding onto this kids shoulder.

My first thought: f*ck, again

To be honest, I felt bad for this kid, being Robin sucks. I died, so that said enough.

Before I could tell Bruce how wrong this was to drag another kid into this, I took a closer look both Bruce and the kid weren't in costume, I could see it from a mile away.

His lips were pressed down together tightly watching me closely, his eyes looked as if he was staring right thru me, his arms were crossed resting on his chest. For some reason looking at him made me shiver, the atmosphere around this kid wasn't pleasant. That tight frown, the tense brow. The dark brown hair and bat glare that only someone who's been with Bruce for a while could master.

My second thought: f*ck! f*ck! f*ck!f*ck! f*ck!! Bruce has a kid!!!

The kid was the spitting image a Bruce. And had the same intensity as him. Except for his eyes, they were cold, gray, unforgiving eyes.

I tried not to shiver, that is not the right kind of eyes for a nine-year-old.

"Jason" Bruce said carefully "this is Damian" the kid known as Damian glared at me, studying me up and down, as if trying to tell what kind of person I was, as iv seen Bruce do to others many times, so even though I knew, Bruce's confirmation still caused me shock.

"My son"

Damian's Pov:

When father took me down here to meet another "brother" I did NOT like the looks of this one.

Being an assassin I was trained to determine the kind of person people were.

This man, Jason, was a smoker I could smell it on him. Looking him up and down I could tell that he worked out and was rebellious.

He also had a trauma I could see it in his eyes but I couldn't tell what but I did know that it made him crazy and dangerous.

I sniffed the air, feeling my nose curl up in disgust.

Alcohol!! Gross, this boy definitely had some problems.

I looked up at my father, he was giving menacing looks at Jason.

After a while of silent eye conflict between the two, father seems to have won.

Sighing he approached me, I stood my ground ready to pounce if necessary. I was regretting not having my sword handy. Stupid mistake, I know better than to make those.

Holding out his hand I took it, with caution. Disgust filled my mind as the sweat of his hand reached mine.

"I'm Jason Todd," he told me, staring me straight in the eye, I stared right back.

"Damian Wayne"

That was the last time we ever got along.

<><><>(A/N)<><><>

That was the prologue what do you think? A little teaser chapter for the upcoming book while I work my butt off writing it.

I worked hard. You can comment on your opinion on the chapters. Also, there will be a Jason and Dami fluff picture on every chapter starting now some of them won't have anything to do with what happens in that chapter.

Bye