This is Hell (2)

I thought normal training took after you eat but why am I dragged here even before I finished my meal? After the meal I looked up the word 'mute' because Damian kept calling me that. After I read the translation I fumed. Sure I don't really talk but it doesn't mean that I'm mute!

"Hey, mute."

"..."

"I'm calling you. At least nod."

"..."

"Tt, can't even do that?"

"Ahh!!"

"So you could make a noise," he said after whacking the back of my head. He looked annoyed and I glared back at him. He just smirked and pushed a dagger towards me.

"Grab it, I want to see that 'talent' father told me."

"..."

"I know you can speak so just answer yes and take it."

"...?"

"I said answer and stop acting as if you are mute."

I flinched a bit and took the dagger. I got nervous with him so aggressive so I stammered a bit.

"You weren't mute but you stutter? Just shut up and go back to being a mute."

Well I didn't understand what he said but I heard the word 'shut up'. It irritated me a little but before I could do anything about it he swung a sword at me making me dive to safety.

"You are not as flexible as Richard, nor you have decent tact to fight back. Congratulation, I guess you'll be kicked out a week later."

I jumped back as he swung the sword once again. He began chasing me wielding his weapon and it's scary as hell!! I mean anyone would be scared if a 6'4 man packed full with muscles charging at a skinny child! Damian stopped the chase when Tim and Dick came in.

"Are you okay, Jay?"

"You're mad right? No don't tell me, you were mad. You think that sort of training make sense?"

"I trained the same way on my own first day."

"You think he's same as you?"

"You pulled it off too. Don't you remember?"

"Me back at that time and Jason's physical abilities are different."

They kept on arguing and Dick looked at me with a face of 'you are kind of screwed.'

"Jason?"

"?!"

"Don't panic, it's just a prick."

There was a needle in Tim's hand and Damian was holding out my arm towards him. They are trying to take my blood! I tried to pull my arm out and was backing away when Dick blocked me with his body. 

Tim looked at me trying to run away and started to poke is thigh slightly repeatedly in a freakish manner.

"See? It's just a little prick like a mosquito bite. You'll hurt more if you move because the needle might break inside your arm."

"Just knock him out."

"Then you can't train him and it'll take time and effort just to wake him back up."

"Look! It doesn't hurt at all! Even I do it, see?"

Now they were drawing blood from brightly smiling Dick. Are they just mad ?! Damian held me tight to stop me from thrashing around, but Tim coming at me looking like a mad scientist gave me strength to knock my head against Damian's chin making him drop me. I ran to my room, locked the door and scurried under the bed.

"Jay? Can I go in?"

I didn't answer. I was about to slide out of my hiding place when some scratching noise could be heard. Soon the door opened with a loud click.

"Jay, if you are going to hide, just leave the door open. A locked door means that there is someone hiding there.  Hey, you were under the bed!!"

Dick crawled in not noticing (or ignoring) me showing discomfort. His small face fell just like a wet dog's.

"I want to be friends with you, Jay. I don't have much time to spend with children my age. Well, I have school but I can't really play with them while helping Bruce and Damian. I was afraid when I first came here too. They took my hair and blood, and Damian and Tim really hit me hard during training."

Of course I couldn't understand a word he was saying so I turned my back on him.

"You can't sleep right now! If you don't come out Bruce will come and take your blood himself and it'll be much more scarier." 

In the end I let Dick drag me to Tim who looked pissed.

"We wouldn't have wasted all this time if you cooperated in the first place, Jason."

"It's because you and Damian were scary."

"Us?"

"You guys aren't gonna apologize are you?"

"Being afraid of needle is the problem. It's just a slight prick."

"It's not the needle it's your face that's scary!"

At least this one doesn't cry, Tim mumbled. Dick stared off in a different direction.

"Jay aren't you hungry? You didn't eat much because of Damian."

"I think Alfred wrapped up the leftovers."

Dick dragged me to the kitchen table while Tim heated the chicken in the microwave.

"Here, help yourself."

"Yeah, Jay. Don't mind us!"

I ate 3 pieces of chicken and put down my fork. Tim glanced at me with his brows raised while Dick shoved a piece of chicken in my mouth. 

"Eat, Jay. Three pieces are just not enough."

Are they planning to kill me...? They each held a piece against my mouth. 

I got sick after four more pieces of chicken.