An idea sorta popped into my head, I figured I should just write it. I don't own Batman and Hunger Games.

English is not my mother tongue, so pardon me if I make any mistake. If the characters seem OOC to you, just point it out. I don't really read comics too so excuse me too if I made a mistake writing the character's backstory.

I'd appreciate any advice or comments.

Thanks!

"Why?"

It was a simple question, really. But when Jason Todd opened his mouth to answer, nothing came out. Or maybe he just didn't want to find out the reason himself. As far as he knew, he hated the Demon Spawn. On more than one occasion had they clashed and Jason even shot him once— one thing that he could never forget. He hurt a kid. Talia's son.

He's family, Jason almost said that when the realization hit him and spread like a disease. He's family. No matter how hard he tried to severe his ties with the so-called Bat Family, he couldn't. Bruce would always be the father in his eyes. Dick would be the annoying big brother he's jealous of. Tim, Jason didn't know the kid very well. And Damian, well, Damian was his psychotic little brother.

At first, Jason thought it was more of an instinct because it didn't matter whether Damian was trained by the League of Assassin or how precocious he acted. He was only ten years old. And that, in Jason's book was a child. But that wasn't the only reason, was it? He was Bruce's son as well.

But Jason's not going to admit that, so he replied, "Because I'm a lost cause."

"No, you're not!" Roy said angrily, then he took a few calming breaths. "Jay, you're far from a lost cause. You're…you're a hero."

"Thank you for saying that," Jason gave Roy a weak smile. "But no. No, I'm not."

"You are," Roy was quick to intercept. "You're a hero, Jason"—Roy looked down as his expression turned somber—"You were there for me. You're a hero… and a good friend. The best friend someone like me could ever have."

"Enough of the chick flick moment, Harper." Jason said, though deep down he appreciated what Roy said. In fact, Roy knew that because Jason gave him a smile. Weak, but it was there. "I don't intend to lose. I ain't that easy to get rid of, you know?" His nails were digging painfully to his palm, something that Jason didn't even realize doing. "I dug my way out from the grave, didn't I?"

"Yeah," Roy didn't say anything if he noticed Jason's knuckles had turned white. "Jason Todd, The Defeater of Death. Have a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

"It sure does." Jason chuckled, before he was pulled into a tight hug. Jason tensed at first before returning the hug. "Go talk to your old man, yeah? So you won't be alone now that I'm not here to accompany your sorry ass."

"You're such an ass, Jay. But yeah, sure, I'll try talking to him."

Then Roy left, and Jason was left alone again, suddenly wishing for cigarettes that would surely soothe him from a wave of anxiety that was beginning to drown him. He let out a dry laughter at the sight of the expensive pack of cigarette that was lying on top of the table all along. What was this? Some kind of sick luxury he was given the fight to the death began?

Like he even cared about it anymore. Jason ripped the packaging open and lit one. Smoking was a nasty habit he could never completely discard. Even when he was a small boy in Crime Alley, smoking was the one thing that helped him cope. At midnight, Jason would sneak out a few times just to have a smoke. The memory of Willis Todd beating him down, Catherine Todd slipping further and further away from him everyday. It all went away as the smoke he exhaled faded into the night.

It always worked back then. So why didn't it now?