WAIT BEFORE YOU KILL ME-

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Sorry it took so long again. I had a horrid case of writer's block. :/

BUT ENOUGH EXCUSES, ON TO THE STORY!

(I might revise this story at a later date, just because I think it could be better than it is right now- I'll keep you updated on the one shot collection).

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Previously on Lost Forever:

Home was Richard Grayson.

And he was the best home I could ask for.

Jason's POV

Sadly, awakening from the deep throes of unconsciousness has become somewhat of a normality in my life.

There's that split second where you think 'do I have to get up today?', usually accompanied by a headache which differed in intensity.

But in all my years (barely one year actually, but that's not the point) I'd never felt... this type of headache.

It was... pulsing. Not like a painful pulsing, more like my foot is asleep and it won't wake up pulsing. But not. More foreboding. As if the whole world knew I wasn't supposed to be alive- and I wasn't.

I could remember that now. The beautiful light that had been harshly yanked away like taking donuts from a cop (yes, I've done it before and believe you me, taking candy- any food really- from a baby is not easy so don't use that comparison.)

But this sense of- of wrongness, of not belonging- it was terrible. Horrifying.

Like if an entire crowd was staring at your back and when you turn around they just stare harder, like you were an abnormality-a freak. Like they're waiting for something.

I slowly opened my eyes, squinting at the wavering candlelight on the bedside table my head was turned towards.

I heaved a small sigh of relief as the headache backed off a little, watching as the flame fluttered and flickered precariously, almost plunging the entire room into darkness, before returning to its wavering.

The door shifted open, gliding roughly on rusted hinges that went with the rest of the dingy room.

Dick walked in, and it appeared he had changed into civvies. It also appeared that he had been cooking, if the tray with indiscernible contents in his hand was anything to go by.

(I had not realized it until later, but once he walked in, that feeling of not belonging completely vanished.)

He fell into an easy smile when he saw I was awake, and in the dim light of the candle, I couldn't even see his scars.

"You're awake!"

I smiled back, "I guess I am."

"Good- now you don't have to eat your soup cold, because, well, I wouldn't have warmed it back up," Dick smirked cheekily.

He grinned and placed the tray I had noticed earlier on the bedside table, before sitting me up, placing my pillow in front of the headboard, and making sure I was comfortable in my upright position.

"Hungry?" He asked after a little bit.

I stared for a second, completely spaced out, before I actually registered what he had said, "Starving, actually."

He smirked, one corner of his mouth pulling up, "I don't blame you. Coming back from death isn't exactly an everyday occurrence."

He swung an overhanging table over the edge of the bed, before placing the soup in front of me.

"Sorry it's a little bland," He started, "I just didn't want to test your stomach after your ordeal."

"No, no that's fine," I sat up a little more, "I doubt I could stomach it as well. It was kind of you to do everything you've done for me."

He shrugged, "It was nothing, I just didn't want someone to go through what I did if I could stop it."

I raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, picking up the spoon next to the bowl with my surprisingly steady hand.

"You'll feel a little energetic for the next few days, nothing to worry about. Think of the Lazarus Pit as really concentrated adrenaline. Enough to bring a dead man back to life even if he's been dead as long as a month. Just try and resist the urge to get out of bed, your ribs are still pretty messed up."

I hummed in understanding, before slurping down the chicken noodle soup with way more noodle and soup than chicken.

I didn't mind. If I had been living on the streets I would've died for a warm meal like this.

All too soon, I was scraping the bottom of the bowl. I (most definitely did not) pouted down at the empty bowl.

Dick grinned and took the bowl, placing it on the tray with barely a clatter, before handing me the glass of water also on the tray.

He smirked, "Gotta stay hydrated."

I chucked the cool water and the conflicting temperatures of the soup I just ate and the water I was drinking made me pull a face. Dick's smirk grew.

I (did not) pouted (again) at him.

"This is just a temporary safe house we'll have to move soon if we want to keep it that way. We're going to wait for a few days though, let your ribs heal up a little more, then we'll be off. Apartment hunting, I guess?"

I grinned. The thought of him and I sharing an apartment- two homes in less than a day, good job, considering you've been homeless practically your whole life!- made me incredibly happy and all the more anxious to heal.

"Y-yeah that sounds great."

"Cool beans," Dick giggled, patting me on the knee and grabbing the tray before grinning over his shoulder, "Get some rest, you'll heal faster!"

And despite how energetic I was, I listened to him. I tried to settle myself on the surprisingly comfortable bed and settled in, already anxious for this whole new world in front of me.

A world with an older brother- a family member who genuinely cared for him 100%, who risked it all to get a practical stranger out of the clutches of the Bat.

A world with Richard Grayson.

Because some might say Dick Grayson was a lost cause. Others, that he was just lost.

And maybe that was true. But not to me.

He was lost to all but one.

THE ONE SHOT COLLECTION IS POSTED! IT'S CALLED LOST TO ALL BUT ONE! JUST SO YA KNOW THANKS AGAIN E'RYBODY :P

I'M GONNA RUN BEFORE I START CRYING BECAUSE THIS STORY ENDED! THIS IS MY MOST POPULAR STORY AND I HOPE TO SEE YOU GUYS OVER AT LOST TO ALL BUT ONE.

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