I promise, this book has a happy ending. Its the middle parts that aren't so happy... :)

"Jay, get up! Its time for our first day back at school!" Damian pounded on Jason's bedroom door. "Come on!"

Jason groaned in response, opening his door a moment later dressed for school with his hair disheveled. Cassandra snickered when she walked by. "Nice hair."

"Shut up." Jason mumbled, following the train of his siblings down the hallway and stairs towards the dining room. He hid his flinch when he saw the place Talia's body had laid a few short weeks ago, opting to look away and take his seat next to Damian and Tim at the table. The family ate breakfast as normal, nothing out there to indicate the coming conflict.

It started when breakfast was coming to an end. Jason was finishing his toast when Bruce cleared his throat. "Jason."

"Mmm?" Jason looked over at his dad, noticing the slight hesitance in his eyes.

"Selina and I...we've been talking." Bruce looked to his fiance for reassurance and she squeezed his hand. Bruce squared his jaw before continuing. "We believe it is best that you start therapy."

"What?" Jason felt his blood run cold.

"Come on, let's give them some privacy..." Barbara ushered her siblings out of the room, looking back over her shoulder as she closed the door.

"Jason, you have just been through a highly traumatic situation. We believe you need to speak to a professional, talk through your experience. Plus, your entire childhood was spent in isolation."

"That is not true! I had Damian! I had mo-Talia and Ra's!" Jason snapped, slamming his hands on the table. "I don't need therapy, I am fine."

"You may be fine now, but down the road it may hit you all that you have been through. We are just trying to give you all the tools and best support we can." Selina spoke up, looking at her son with such love Jason had to avert his eyes.

"You want to support me? Stay out of my business!" Jason growled, abruptly standing up and tossing his napkin on his plate.

"Where are you going? This conversation isn't over." Bruce called after Jason, standing up himself. Jason didn't reply, he just flipped him off over his shoulder. "Jason!"

Jason stormed past his siblings in the parlor and out to the car, sliding inside and putting his head phones in. He glared out the window as his siblings piled into the car, all of them sensing his anger and steering clear of him.

All of them, of course, except for Damian, who sat right next to him and ripped one of the headphones out. Jason turned his glare on his younger brother. "What the he-"

"Jason, what the hell was that?" Damian snapped, giving the glare right back to his brother. Jason clammed his jaw shut, narrowing his eyes. Damian scoffed. "Please, as if that look will work on me. Now answer the question."

Jason grunted. "Mom and dad want me to go to therapy."

"So you throw a tantrum? Jason, they just want what's best for you."

"I'm not crazy, Dami. I don't need therapy." Jason grit out.

"Going to therapy doesn't mean you are crazy." Tim piped in. He squeaked when Jason glared at him. "Okay, budding out now."

"Tim has a point, Jay. Besides, you've been abused your whole life and you just played a part in killing your mother before almost being killed by said woman. That is a lot for a sixteen year old to process." Damian kept his gaze locked on Jason's. "Just consider it, okay?"

"I've considered it, the answer is no." Jason took his earbud back from Damian and put it back in, turning back to the window for the remainder of the ride.

Damian groaned, looking to the rest of his siblings with a helpless look. "What do I do? He clearly won't listen to me or our parents!"

"Give it time, Damian." Helena pat Damian's shoulder. "Just give it time."

The car ride was silent as everyone sat on their phones or tried to study last minute, the car pulling up outside the school and depositing them not to long after Damian and Jason's talk. The siblings got out and went their separate ways, Jason storming away before Damian could stop him and continue their chat.

Damian grunted, turning to the middle school. He walked over to find his friend, Jon, waiting for him. He hadn't spoken to him since his whole fake-death thing, he wasn't sure how he would respond.

Damian approached his friend and Jon glared at him. "Jon, I-"

Jon immediately softened and threw his arms around Damian. "I tried to be mad at you but I couldn't! I can't even begin to imagine what you have gone through! I mean, faking your death so you and your brother can escape your evil mother?! That is insane! I am so sorry you had to go through that!"

Damian smiled against Jon's shoulder, hugging his friend back. "Thank you, Jon."

"No need to thank me. Come on, let's go to class. I'll catch you up on what you've missed."

The two young teens headed to class, their morning starting off without a hitch. It wasn't until lunch time that things started to go down hill. Damian had invited Jon to eat lunch with him and his family, unaware of what waited for them.

The two friends made it to the family's usual spot for lunch, everyone that was normally there already sitting there eating. They all looked up when Damian sat down with Jon.

Kon ruffled his cousin's hair. "Hey, cuz."

Jon slapped his older cousin's hand away, glaring at him. "What did I tell you about doing that?"

"And you think I'd listen?"

As the two cousins fell into bickering, Damian's siblings looked at him with glimmers in their eyes. He groaned. "Don't even start."

"Oh, just wait until we get home, little bro. Just you wait." Dick snickered from under Wally's arm.

That's when it happened.

A group of students passing by looked over at the Waynes and made disgusted faces, calling out slurs at them.

Damian froze in his spot, having never encountered bullying before. He looked up to his siblings to see what they did, noticing how they tried to mask their discomfort. He peeked over at Jason only to notice Jason was no longer sitting next to him.

Jason had stood up and stepped into the path of the students who made the comments, crossing his arms over his chest with a calm smirk on his face. "Want to try that again?"

"Shit." Stephanie cursed, watching as the courtyard fell silent to watch what was going to happen between Jason and this group of upperclassmen.

The presumed leader of the group stepped forward, eyeing Jason. "You may think you're invincible because of your daddy, Wayne, but I'd watch your mouth if I were you. Do you know who I am?"

"No, and frankly, I don't care." Jason shrugged. "You messed with my family. And I won't allow any no-name loser who thinks he can get away with shit because of his parents' money try and intimidate my siblings. So, say you're sorry."

"I'd like to see you try and make me." The bully sneered.

Jason's smirk grew. "I'm sure you've read the papers, heard the news. You obviously know who I am, you must know what I've done." The bully's sneer wobbled slightly and Jason took a step closer. "If I willingly killed my own mother to protect my family, what's stopping me from doing the same to some no name with a bad hair cut and last years watch?"

Damian stood up and went over to Jason. He placed a hand on his forearm, making his older brother look down at him. "Enough, Jason."

'I hate you!'

Jason turned back to the bully, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "If you come near my family or friends again, I am going to enjoy watching the life leave your eyes as I kill you with my bare hands." He leaned back and pat the bully on the cheek with a cold smile. "Carry on, everyone, shows over."

Jason went back to his family, sitting down and continuing to eat as if he didn't just threaten to end someone's life. The bully stood there for a moment before shaking his head. "You're crazy! This isn't over, Wayne!"

"Whatever you say, no name, whatever you say."