"Of course it has to be Klarion!" Jason grunted through the comms, firing his gun towards the annoying demonic twerp a few yards away. "God, this is what Damian would be like if he ever got powers."

"Focus, Hood." Tim responded, throwing some shuriken at the chaos lord.

"But I mean imagine the torture! Waking up to see the brat sneering and then nngh!" Jason went flying back as a bolt of magic struck him in the chest.

"Hood!" Tim yelled, unable to tend to his brother as he was cornered. He watched as Klarion floated over.

"I'll show you a brat!" He zapped Jason while muttering incantations, laughing at Jason's screams. Tim had to think fast, scanning the area. He saw Klarion's stupid familiar and snatched it, making the witch whirl around. "Unhand my cat!"

"Unhand Hood."

"Deal." The two boys traded their goods, but not before Klarion gave Jason a parting zap. "That should finish the spell." And with that Klarion was gone.

Tim rushed to Jason just in time to watch him convulse violently, Klarion's red magic glow all around him. "Jason? Jason!" Tim tried to reach out but was zapped a bit by the energy. He flew back and got tangled in his cape, taking a few moments to recover. And when he did he had to swallow a screech.

There, sitting where Jason was, was a boy about five years of age who looked a lot like Jason.

Tim shook his head. Rubbed his eyes. Blinked. The boy was still there. The boy was definitely Jason. And the boy was definitely crying.

"Jason? Hey, are you okay?"

"W-who are you?" Jason curled up in the pile of much to big clothes, shrinking away from the older boy dressed in the colorful costume.

Tim winced. Of course he doesn't know me. We won't meet for over a decade. "I'm Tim, I'm your brother. were out playing superhero and you fell and bumped your head." Tim hoped he bought it.

"Oh!" Jason squished his tongue out between his lips. "I guess I lost."

"Nah, but let's get home. It's pretty late." Tim picked up tiny Jay, nuzzling him into his chest before breaking out into a sprint. Luckily they weren't too far from the manor.

Of course Batman and the League had to be away on a mission in outer space when Tim comes barreling through the manor doors, wide spooked eyes settling on Dick and Damian. His two brothers stare at him, questions burning until they see the little bundle in his arms. "Drake, what the f-"

"Shh! I finally got him to sleep on the way back." Tim whisper hissed.

"And who is he?" Dick asked, trying to get a look at the little guy's face as he was tightly bundled in Red Robin's cloak. Tim ignored him, walking upstairs with his brother's in tow as he entered Jason's room. Damian and Dick exchanged a glance. Tim was still blocking their view of the boy as he tucked him into bed. It wasn't until Tim moved away that they saw the unmistakable shock of white in dark black hair resting on a peaceful face.

Dick felt his mouth drop as he looked on at a five year old Jason Todd, sleeping with his thumb in his mouth and his arm around a pillow.

Damian just coolly snapped a picture, shrugging when Dick shot him a look. "Blackmail purposes."

"Tim, what happened?" Dick dragged his nonsleeping brothers out of the room gently closing the door.

"Klarion managed to hit him with some magic and cast a spell on him." Time shrugged, rubbing his hands through his hair.

"Is it reversible? Is it permenant?"

"I don't know! He didn't recognize me at first, so my first priority was getting him back to the mansion and then we can figure that stuff out okay?" Tim unintentionally snapped, exhaustion from carrying a five year old across the city and fighting a witch boy finally taking its toll.

"Tim?" All three boys snapped their attention to the little voice coming from the doorway. Jason was rubbing his tiny fists over his eyes adjusting to the bright lights. "Tim, who are these two? Where are we?"

Tim crouched down next to Jason, ruffling his hair. "Hey, Jay. Have a good nap?" Jason nodded, climbing into Tim's arms and resting his head on his shoulder. "Jason, this is Dick and Damian, they are our brothers. And we are at home."

Jason squinted, looking around the manor from where he was perched. "We must be bazillionaires! Do we have a pool? An arcade? A bounce house? A movie theatre?" Jason squealed. "Do we have a library?"

Dick chuckled softly, his heart aching. This Jason is only a few years younger than when they first met but still so excitable and full of energy. He misses him so much.

"Yes Jay, we have all of those and more." Dick smiled.

"I wanna seeeeeee!" Jason squirmed excitedly in Tim's arms, itching to get his hands on some books.

"Tommorow Jay, it is pretty late."

"But-"Jason went to argue, then seemed to think better of it. "Okay. Goodnight." He shimmied out of Tim's arms and shuffled back to his room, keeping the door open a crack.

"He is the complete oppossite of his adult self."Damian finally spoke up, watching the cracked door like a hawk.

"That is what a lifetime of trauma will do to you."Dick mummured before heading off to his room, his younger brothers following suit.

A scream tore through the peaceful sleep of the proper age boys, all of them darting towards the source. Dick got to the room first, throwing the door open to find Jason thrashing about on the bed, screaming at the top of his lungs.

Dick moved to wake him but felt a hand on his shoulder. "No, never wake someone while they are having a nightmare like this. It will only move over to reality." Damian spoke from experience, a silent shudder going up his spine.

Tim couldn't watch, turning his back to his screeching brother.

"No! No! Daddy please! No!"

Tim screwed his eyes shut.

"I promise I will be good! Don't make me see him!"

Damian dug his fingernails into his palms.

"Mommy! Help! It hurts mommy, Please."

Dick had tears strolling down his face as he watched Jason kick and claw and punch at the air. Suddenly, he sat up with a gasp. Tim turned around to see Jason pale as a sheet and drenched in sweat.

"Hey Jay, are you okay?" Tim asked as gently as he could.

Jason didn't answer, he just flung himself into Tim's arms sobbing. Tim held onto Jason tightly, smoothing down the boy's hair as he gently rocked him.

"It hurt. Tim, it hurt so much." Jason choked out into Tim's neck, barely audible to Dick and Damian who had moved to sit on the bed. "Daddy said it wouldn't hurt so much after the first few times, but he lied. It hurt the same. And if I cried or screamed I got hit. Sometimes he would bring a friend. That hurt more."

The bat brothers were shaking with rage, even Damian. They knew Jason had a rough childhood, growing up on the streets and all. But for this to happen, and at such a young age repeatedly? Even Batman would become Red Hood.

When Jason had cleaned out his tear ducts, he untangled himself from Tim and hopped off the bed. Turning to face his brothers, plastered on his best smile. "Can we get some food, I am hungry please?"

"Jason, it is...five in the morning I guess we can do breakfast." Dick sighed as Jason fist pumped the air, dashing out the door. Turning to face his remaining brothers. "No matter what, we will protect Jason. Little Jason, big Jason, whatever. He has had it rough enough and needs love. Only excuse not to is if he is currently trying to kill you. Do I make myself clear?"

Tim and Damian nodded, already thinking the same thing.

"Good, now let's go get some breakfast for our brother.