Hello everyone! Creative here! It's been too long since I have uploaded a story or anything. I am sorry to have done that to you guys. Finally after so long, have another story! This is of course Jason Todd centered. Hopefully you guys enjoy this story as much as I did writing it. This is the first part. It may just be a two-shot. Depending on how you guys feel about it.

Make sure to read and review! I would love to see what you guys think and it could help me improve my writing. (Sorry in advanced if I didn't portray the characters properly. Never written for any of them before. First time.)

I sadly do not own Batman or any of the DC characters... But enjoy!

Large dark grey clouds covered the vast night sky blotting out the moons gentle silvery glow and the dancing twinkling light of the stars. From the heavens fell little flakes of white and cold which covered the ground and piled up high together. Gotham city was covered in the blanket of white that had been abruptly dropped upon it. Every inch of the city was touched by the pristine snowflakes and made the city look pure as it always did in snowfall. Not even the underbelly of the city escaped the snows cleansing touch. There was an abundant of snow this winter and it was still coming down heavily with each passing day.

Many occupants of the city were bundled up warmly within the safety of their homes. In order to protect themselves from the frozen world beyond their locked doors and closed windows. Though deep within the more vile part of the city, Crime Alley, a lone figure was seen leaning heavily against the wall of an alleyway. A nearby street lamp flickering on and off casting a gentle hazy yellow light upon the person who stood there.

Ebony hair stood out against all the white surrounding the young man. Making a striking difference to the white washed world around him. Though a large tuft of his hair was drained of color and left just as pure as the falling flakes which clung desperately to his hair before melting away with his natural body heat. With each rise and fall of his chest puffs of air were seen dancing freely from his lips before evaporating into nothingness. His head was tilted downward to protect his face from the snowfall and both arms were wrapped around him to try and provide more warmth where his jacket was lacking it. A small curse left his lips as another shudder wracked his body and he closed his teal eyes for a moment waiting for it to pass.

Many would question why anyone would be stuck out in weather like this free to the cold that held the city in its deadly grip. For Jason Todd the answer was a simple one. The notoriously known vigilante had already been swept up in the arms of illness a week prior. After not properly cleaning out a gunshot wound located just above his abdomen. Combined with the cold of his apartment, thanks to the heater busting down earlier in the winter, and the rather run down state of the entire building as a whole he was struck down with the sickness that controlled him now. Not one to admit weakness or to stop his job as the Red Hood he had decidedly ignored the starting symptoms as a small cold which he thought he could easily brush off.

Now a week later without any medicine, lack of sleep, freezing cold, and lack of food he was feeling the brunt of his stupid decision. Earlier that evening he had tried to go out to find a drug store that would still be open to get ahold of the medicine he desperately needed but to his misfortune they were all closed due to the biting cold. Still a block away from his apartment he found his strength gone faster than he would have liked so he was forced to stop and take a moments rest in a nearby alleyway. This brings him to his current situation. The wayward Robin's skin was hauntingly pale and covered in a sheen of sweat which didn't help him keep warm like he needed.

"Fucking winter." He muttered as he let out another puffed breath of air before being consumed in a harsh coughing fit. Discolored phlegm speckled the snow below causing him to wince as he saw it. With his worsening condition he didn't think he would last much longer out in the cold. Just his luck that he had to be caught outside during a mini blizzard and he was terribly ill during this time. The twenty one year old grimaced as he peeked a glance up to watch the entrance of the alleyway. Not out of worry that someone would be standing there ready to splatter the snow with blood but more out of curiosity to see the progress of the snow. It was already half-way up his lower thigh, just about an inch of two above his ankles, and it was still snowing.

"I hate the fucking snow." Jason muttered as he pressed himself against the wall some more to keep him standing upright. "I like it." A voice echoed behind him. The former jumped slightly having not heard anyone behind him. Was he really that sick? Damn. But soon the surprise was washed away and replaced with annoyance and anger. Out of everyone who had to be out patrolling Gotham, why did it have to be him?

"What are you doing here dickhead? Shouldn't you be scrambling after your precious Batman?" His voice cut through the night as he straightened himself up and carefully turned around to face none other than Dick Grayson completely dressed up as Nightwing. That would explain why he is even around here. Patrolling. The bitter thought entered his cold mind for a moment before vanishing. That's how most of his thoughts strung out with this impairing illness of his. "B is back at the manor. I just wanted to take one last look around here for any signs of trouble…" From you. Was the unspoken message of his words. Jason just sneered at Dick wanting nothing more than to beat the elders smug face into the snow.

"Well obviously no one is going to be out causing any kind of trouble. Especially not in this weather." Venom lined his words as he glared fiercely at Dick. Yet the elder of the two just had that half smile perched on his face and a calm stance. Not at all threatened by Jason. "Well why are you out here then?" He raised one eyebrow with a cheeky smile spreading into place. Which in turn fueled the younger Robin's rage but he still couldn't do anything to lash out. The energy in his limbs was all but nonexistent and he could feel his feet going numb from being in the snow too long. He didn't have time for this. "That is none of your business." Jason snapped in a rasped voice before slowly turning around and trying to stumble away.

Not even two steps later a coughing fit consumed him. The force of it brought him to his knees. One hand on his chest and the other pressed firmly against the snow to keep him from falling into it. Tears blurred his vision as he saw dark splatters covering the snow before him. His eyes widened a fraction as he saw a colorful red among said splatters. Just fucking great! Jason thought as he heard faintly someone kneeling next to him. A warm hand rubbing against his back soothingly and the other gripping his upper arm to steady him.

At first he was confused before he remembered Dick was there. "Get the fuck off me!" Jason snarled with primal rage as he struggled to steady himself and try to shove the elder bird away. "Jaybird calm down." Dick said in a calming voice, his hold on the former not breaking. Though there wasn't much of a fight considering how weak and shaky Jason already was. It caused worry to form heavy and cold in the pit of his stomach. "How long have you been like this Little Wing?" There was a small growl at the enduring little nickname.

"I said get the fuck off me." Was all he got in answer before Jason began to cough and hack. Seeing as he wasn't going to get a straight answer from his brother soon, Dick pulled out his cell and dialed the one number he knew to trust.

There was a ring or two before the other line was answered.

"What is it?" Came the gruff voice of his adoptive father.

Casting a glance at Jason, who was still kneeling in the snow with his head bowed and trembling fiercely, he turned away slightly so he wouldn't hear. The moment he found out Dick was calling for backup and the younger would bolt. "Hey B. I have a situation." He said looking to his younger brother again. Not liking the way he trembled or the fact that his lips were being tinted slightly blue.

"Are you alright?" Instant worry filled his father's voice. "I am fine….. But…" Dick bit his lip as he thought about the consequences behind his action. The chaos that would ensue from Jason wasn't the best thing in the world but letting him die out here in the cold wasn't a choice. "But what? Dick what's wrong?" Bruce's voice was gruff and demanding. A tinge of concern on the outer edges of his voice.

"It's Jason. He's terribly sick. I just found him in one of the alleyways about a block away from his house. If he doesn't get help soon he may die. And you know how his apartment is, completely crappy. I don't think anyone should be allowed to live there. Especially in Winter. Maybe we can have it…" Dick started to quickly ramble. A thing he tended to do when nervous. Which he had every right to be. Jason and Bruce aren't exactly the friendliest of pairs in their twisted little family. "Dick." Bruce said calmly catching his eldest sons attention. "Where are you exactly?" Relief crossed Dick's face as he quickly relayed the address to his father. Even through all the strife, anger, and pain Bruce still cared deeply for Jason. They all did. How Dick wished Jason could just see that. Maybe then he could come back home to his family.

"I will be there soon. Do your best to try and keep Jason warm until then alright?" He spoke in the phone even though Dick could hear the underlying worry and fear in the depths of his voice. Something most others couldn't pick up on where his sons could easily hear it. "I'll try…. Just…. Just hurry alright?" Dick mumbled into the phone before ending the call and turning to Jason who was disturbingly quiet.

"Little Wing?" The elder asked biting his lip slightly as he leaned closer to his brother. Out of everything he was expecting, getting a fist in the face that knocked him back into the snow was one of the last things. "Ouch! Hey I am just trying to he- Jason!" When he had been knocked back by the punch his brother had slowly stood up and did his best to try and take off in the snow. Turning the corner he disappeared from view and that sent cold fear into Dick's veins as he scrambled to stand up. If he lost Jason now he may never find his brother in all of this snow. And by the time he did it may be too late.

Instantly he turned the corner only to stop and blink at what he saw. Jason was slumped against the lamppost a few feet away. Head bent forward and chest heaving from his exertion. The golden flickering light above covered him in its glow and made him even more prominent against the snow. Dick frowned seeing how far his brother had gotten.

"Jason what the hell?" He asked in a scolding tone as he crouched next to his brother. Wrapping his arms around him to try and help produce more warmth between the both of them. "I don't need…. Your help…. Or his." Anger and pain filled his little brother's voice. He didn't raise his head up and just let it slump there. From his positioning of hugging the latter, Dick could feel the unnatural heat wash off of Jason. It must have been hell for him to deal with the intense heat of a fever as well as the biting cold of the snow around them.

"Jason, you are too sick. You need to come back to the manor. Look at you! You barely got a few feet before collapsing!" Jason just grinded his teeth together in annoyance. Thanks for pointing out the obvious, dumbfuck. He thought bitterly but held his tongue, instead opting to say, "I'll be fine, dickhead. Just get away from me and tell Bats not to come." The younger said with a hidden warning lying beneath his words. Which Dick of course picked up on but promptly ignored. With how sick his little brother was he didn't have much to fear, that is until he got his strength back.

"Just let us bring you back to the manor and warm you up. Get some medicine and food into you." His blue eyes took in how thin his brother was. He wasn't dangerously thin but it was clear he was thinner than he should be and that worried him even more. Jason, why didn't you tell us sooner? Hurt was covering his face as he shifted closer to his brother for better warmth. There was no rebellious reply or empty threat from the younger which made Dick bend his head forward slightly to see his brother's eyes closed tightly and his breathing labored.

"Jaybird?" Silence followed Dick's words before suddenly Jason turned his head to the side and began to dry heave. Dick bit his lip with worry and concern in his eyes as he steadied his little brother and rubbed a hand down his back. "It will be alright… Bruce is going to be here soon…" Jason tensed under his hand before going slack and moving to lean against the lamppost again. Head coming to rest on his older brother's shoulder as he closed his eyes. Darkness starting to slowly claim the younger of the two. It was just too cold and he was just too sick. All he wanted to do was fall asleep and hopefully when he woke up he would be feeling better. "Jason, you need to stay awake. Just for a few more minutes." He faintly heard his brother's voice as a gentle hand shook his shoulder to try and keep him awake.

I want to sleep…. Why won't you let me sleep? Jason thought faintly as he ignored the hand and began to slip further into the comforting darkness. Free of pain and sickness. Of the cold and all the tormenting emotions he felt every waking minute. "Jason…" The voice was farther away and sounded rather urgent. "Jason please keep your eyes open." Sadly the younger was blissfully unaware as the last of his consciousness began to slip away. He heard the sounds of a car's engine rumbling its way toward them before he was completely pulled under.