A/N I think I forgot to mention that the last chapter was a hallucination of Jason's death. Oopsie. Apology Cookies anyone?

Bruce was half walking and half running to Jason's apartment. A couple of nights before, the Batman had interrogated several drug ring criminals. One of the criminals had clearly stated that he had no idea where the new shipment was, an account of the fact that the Red Hood attacked. But then the criminal added that he had shot Red Hood, clearly leaving him injured.

Some light went on in Bruce. He had left the criminals for the cops, became Bruce Wayne as quickly as possible, and went to Jason's apartment as quickly as he could. He wasn't entirely sure that Jason would be there. The warehouse that the drug ring had been hiding in was fairly far away from Jason's apartment.

His heart sank when he realized that there was no light on, but trying the door, he discovered that it was unlocked. Slipping into the dark room, he spotted Jason's figure on the couch.

"Jason?" He asked softly, approaching the couch.

His heart sank when he noticed Jason's pale face. He looked down at the wound, and realized that the bandages hadn't been changed for several days at least. Bruce unwrapped the bandages, and set them aside. The wound was rough around the edges, not quite a clean shot. But what concerned Bruce more was the fact that it was dark red, hot to the touch, slightly swollen, and there was drainage that was a clear sign of infection.

Hadn't Jason treated it? The wound was clearly infected, and Jason himself looked worse for wear.

Bruce carefully wrapped the wound, with clean bandages. He then pressed his fingers to Jason's forehead. It was hot to the touch.

He needed to get Jason to the Manor, and the only way to do that was to get him to at least stumble down the stairs, and out to the car.

"Bruce," Mumbled Jason suddenly, shifting a little in his sleep.

"Jason?" Asked Bruce. "Jason-hey-Jason!"

"Bruce?" Mumbled Jason, glancing up at his adoptive father. "What...what are you doing here?"

"Come on Jason. We're going home."

Alfred treated Jason's wound, and as unhappy as Jason acted about it, he kind of enjoyed being home. Of course, there was Drake, who he didn't trust him, and there was Damian, who was a Demon, but for the most part, he kind of liked being back.

Alfred did force Jason to stay in bed though, saying he needed rest. But one day, just when Jason thought that he'd do anything to escape his boredom, Bruce knocked on the door and slipped inside the room.

Then Jason could practically feel the awkward. This was the first time he had actually talked to Bruce while Jason was fully conscious, and now...well, Jason would rather deal with his boredom.

There was a few seconds of silence, before Jason started off the conversation. "Well...this is awkward."

Bruce didn't waste time getting to the point. "I legally resurrected you."

"You what?!" Shouted Jason, once the words managed to process in his mind. "Maybe I liked being dead!"

"And I've also arranged a room here, at least until you're feeling better."

"You're not serious! When did I get a...say in all of this? And I'm feeling better-thank you very much-and if Alfred would let me out of this...room, I'd be out of your hair already!"

"Jason, we can fix thi-"

"You mean fix me?" Grumbled Jason, crossing his arms angrily.

-this. You can live here again. You can come home."

Jason could feel temptation pulling at the edges of his mind, but at the same time, he felt his anger waning, dissipating. "Why is this just coming up now? Why not several years ago? Why now?"

"Because I realized that I didn't-couldn't-lose you again." Bruce's eyes stared into Jason's. Jason could barley meet the deep blue eyes' gaze. "I decided that it would be better for you to stay here. At least until we've got this all sorted out."

"I will Bruce. I just have somethings to take care of first. I just have to find me first."

Epilogue

You'll be happy to know, that Jason did come home, several months later. Although he moved out after about a year, Red Hood had changed, at least enough to refrain from killing.