Jason's POV

"Where's the cooking wine?" Bruce asks and I try to walk past him towards the bedrooms but he walks infront of me, "Jason I'm serious."

"When aren't you?" I mumble trying to push past him but he grabs me and looks at me making me sigh, "Fine I flushed it down the toilet." I tell him and Bart nods walking in the room with the empty bottle.

"He threw it up." Bart says and I glare at him. Little shit just got me a month.

"-That's it you're going to rehab." Batman says and I shake my head stepping back.

"No I'm not." I say and he takes a step towards me and I put my hands on my neck like you would if you were going to break it and he stops.

"Jason you wouldn't" He says firmly but I can see the fear in his eyes, he still cares about me, shame I can't say the same about him.

"Watch me." I mutter about to break my but before I can do anything something pierces my bicep and I fall to the ground unconscious.

I wake up in a bed and see Dick next to me, "Hey." He says and I sit up.

"What do you want?" I ask coldly and he looks at me with a frown.

"Why are you pushing me away? We used to be so close." He says and I roll my eyes getting up and I stare off into space as my vision blurs then it clears and I walk towards the door, "I still believe you can be saved." Dick says making me stop at the door.

I lean on the doorframe and close my eyes tightly. Dick please don't start this. Dick walks up to me and smiles at me then hugs me and I tense up and close my eyes tighter holding back tears.

"I'm sorry." I whisper and tears fall from my eyes for the first time in years. Dick smiles and nods.

"You're forgiven, just let us help you. Deal?" He asks and I let go of the hug and look him in his masked eyes with my glazed over ones and I nod slowly.

"Deal."