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It was a totally normal day for our beloved Jason (currently in his Red Hood suit btw because he's extra like that) which means he was stretched out on the Couch in the living room, bleeding into it so much that it would probably stain. (Alfred would probably kill him for this.)
What was not normal meanwhile was the fact that there was currently noone in the house. And it looked a little weird too...
Like not that everything was color inverted weird, but just... off...
"Ugh... I think I have a concussion" he muttered, as he slowly started to get up, groaning in pain at the stab wound he barely stitched up since that thug in that alley earlier.
Yup, Jason had been stabbed. Right into his left side, probably barely missing his spleen. And if he didn't get medical attention soon, he would probably need a Splenectomy, and he was pretty sure he would need a Splenectomy and would be a second Tim.
So Jason decided he would do the absolutely not safe option (please don't do this) and would stitch himself up better and just hope for the best like always.
Just... when he went to the old grandfather clock (the entrance to the cave for all who don't know) it did not budge. Not even a little bit.
As if there never had been anything. Right in that moment, he heard Alfred come around the corner "Master Jason, what are you doing up at this ungodly hour?".
Jason blinked slowly, starting to feel dizzy. "What do you mean? Isn't the old man in the Cave right now?" he asked, holding himself up on the clock, trying to stay up and not faint.
but Alfred noticed anyway. "Young Master, are you perhaps injured? We should call the ambulance right away if that is the case"
That would have made Jason hold up, if he had been in his right mind and not dizzy from bloodloss and feeling the vomit in his throat.
"Master Jason?" was the last thing he heard as he started retching and threw up right on Alfred's shoes, fainting sideways afterwards.
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"He's stable again"
Jason opened his eyes to find himself in a hospital room, Bruce standing over him with a worried expression and IV's in his arms.
Now a little more coherent he noticed that there was also Dick in the room, and definitly none of them looked like they did just yesterday.
They looked...
Softer. Less muscles.
Jason looked down at himself.
He looked the same as always.
Built like a brick wall with arms.
But why...