As the young boy awoke, he found himself inside of a shabby apartment, if you even could call it an apartment, he wasn't sure. He tried to push himself up, but failed as he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Instinctively he flopped back down and put his arm around his abdomen.

The boy waited a few seconds, then he tried again, this time he used the armrest of the couch he was situated on as help. Now upright he had a better few of his stomach. His costume was pulled down to his hip and there were thig withe bandages around his torso. On one spot it started to get a little pinkish-red, probably from the stab wound he got last night. He winched in pain as he applied pressure on the red stain.

"Did you really manage to pull the stiches by sitting up?", the boy jumped a little as he heard the sudden voice of Jason.

The boy turned around to face the red vigilante that leaned in the doorframe, a white plastic bag in his hand with what looked like takeout. When the younger one didn't replay anything, he made his way across the room, to the (by now cleaned) kitchen counter and started to unpack the bag. The boy still stared at him as he pulled out two white plastic boxes.

"Didn't your mother tell you that staring is rude?", Jason asked with a light grin in his voice, the boy remained silent.

As he realized that his companion wouldn't reply, he let out a sigh. He pulled two forks and knifes out of one of the cabinets, sticking them into the plastic boxes and walking over to the boy.

"Hope you like chocolate and strawberry", he said while shoving one of the boxes into the boys hands, before sitting himself on the other side of the couch. The kid looked confused, inside were waffles with chocolate and strawberries, just as the strange guy has said. He stared a little longer, debating if it would be wise to eat something a stranger gave him. Especially since he woke up inside of said stranger apartment just moments earlier, with no memory of how he ended up here.

The stranger seemed to have noticed his hesitation, because he stopped eating and spoke again: "If I'd wanted you dead, I would have left you in that alley to bleed out or shot you while you were unconscious, so eat up kid"

The boy hesitated a little longer, before he finally started to eat the waffles. They sat there in silence, both in their own minds, not really caring about the other.

"Thanks"

Jason looked up from his box, his face was the incarnation of confusion: "What?"

"Thanks. For the food and you know, not letting me die in that alley"

As fast as the confused face of the hooded vigilante appeared, it was gone again: "Don't mention it kid. By the way, what should I call you? Sticky? Webster? Spider-boy?"

This time Jason got his answer almost immediately: "I'm Peter Parker, but you can call me Spider-man if you want. What about you?"

Jason took a moment to decide if he wanted to tell this kid his real identity, finally deciding that if Peter had already seen him without his Hood, it didn't really matter anymore: "Jason Todd, but you probably know me as the infamous Red Hood"

"The who?", the Peter asked, "Should I know you?"

Jason sighed a little, not sure if it was a good thing or not that the kid didn't know him: "Red Hood aka Jason Peter Todd, adopted son of the billionair Bruce Wayne. Batmans second partner known as Robin, the boy wonder. Gun enthousiast, part time assassin, part time crime boss, full time Outlaw. Doesn't ring a bell?"

Now it was the boys turn again with the confusion: "Who are Batman and Bruce Wayne? Are they part of the Avengers or S.H.I.E.L.D.? "

"Kid, you really don't know who the Batman is? You know, the guy that dresses up like a bat every night to bring justice to the streets of Gotham city and is one of the founding members of the Justice League? And Bruce Wayne the billionaire playboy that adopts like a new kid every year and is working on making this fucked up city that I call home to a better place? What about Nightwing? Robin? Red Robin? Batgirl? Nothing? Like at all?"

Peter just shook his head: "Sorry man, never heard of Gotham or any of those peoples..."

That was the moment when it started to click in Jasons mind. The memory loss, the strange "heroes", the slight differences in the city, the fact that he couldn't contact Oracle or the cave and this kid never heard about Gotham or its protectors...

"Fuck", Jason mumbled to himself, "I am in a different universe..."

"Ha, yeah right, sure you are"

Jasons face didn't turn to indicate a joke, far more it looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Wait. You're not joking? But- But how is this possible?"

"I don't know kid. I just realized that getting home has suddenly gotten far more complicated, fucking hell, why does life hate me so much?!"

Jason flopped back into the couch, head resting on the back part of it and hands stretched over his head. The kid, Peter, seamed lost in his thoughts for a moment, probably letting the new information sink in.

"I maybe know a guy who could help you. He. Is very smart and probably your best shot at getting home. But I'd have to warn you, he sometimes is a bit of a jerk..."

"What do I have to lose? When he is my best shot at getting home, I will take him. I have to get back to Gotham as fast as possible, otherwise Dickhead will tear the City apart searching for me and the gangs will go rouge when they think I'm no longer there to hold them in place..."

What could he possible lose, right? It's not like the kid could speak of someone he knew, he just arrived a few days ago after all, right?

RIGHT!?

"Maybe we-", before Jason could finish, the window shattered and round, metal object landed on the floor before the two teenagers.

"GET OUT, GRENADE!", Jason screamed to Peter before pulling the younger hero up and in the direction of the door. In passing he grabbed his Hood, thankfully he had his weapons and gadgets always on his person, and the jacket he never really took off.

Peter was confused and shocked of the sudden turn of events, but he listened anyways. The two boys stumbled out of the door and into the hallway. Peter wanted to take the stairs down, but Jason pushed him further down the hallway to the window that was on the exact opposite side of the 'apartment'. Before they reached it, Hood pulled out one of his guns and shoot the glass so that they could jump out more easily.

"JUMP!"

The exact same moment Peter and Jason jumped out of the window, the grenade exploded and made the whole building collapse.

The two heroes came crashing down on a dumpster. Even dough the dumpster had lessened their impact, they still fell down a two story building and Peter was still injured from the night before.

Jason groaned, pushed himself up and down from the dumpster.

"Fuck", he mumbled. His back took most of the impact and hurt like hell, but at least nothing was broken or dislocate.

"I hope this guy you were talking about has a guest room for me, ya know cause my place just got kinda blown up and stuff"

He didn't get a respond. Hood turned around to see that the kid still lay on the dumpster. Unmoving.

"Fuck", Jason crawled back onto the dumpster and turned him around, "Can you hear me kid?"

The kid started to cough and managed to open his eyes a little.

"hang in there kid, I know you don't want to hear this but I'll have to get you to a hospital"

"no hosptl.... "

Jason picked up the younger hero and crawled down the dumpster a second time.

"I know kid, but otherwise things could get a lot worse than they already are.", Jason tried to reason with the injured Peter.

"No hosptl...", he was interrupted by a coughing fit, "Stark Tower"

"I don't know kid, a hospital could give you the medical treatment you need. I can manage to think about a cover story on the way" The kid was growing weaker in his arms. He knew he had to get help fast.

"please... they can help"

Jason sighed: "Ok, but if you die here, this is on you, got it, kid?"

From Peter just came a quiet mmh.

"What is the address?"

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Whats up guys? First not pre-written chapter is out! I hope you had fun and see you next time!

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