He didn’t remember exactly what happened. His head was pounding. White hot pain digging into his skull as he slowly picked himself off the table his father had thrown him into. His mouth tasted like blood. Eyes unfocused as his stepmom screamed at his father. Both equally inebriated only under different substances.

Jason felt nauseous and lightheaded. He was about to pass out but a sniffling sound caught his ears. His siblings. His baby sibling.

Had they seen the fight? Seen him hurt? He hoped not. He forced his body to move, going into their shared room to find the little one shivering on the sleeping bag that served as their bed.

“Baby, kiddo.. it’s Jason. Cmere. I’m okay. I’m okay.”

He hoped his injuries weren’t too bad. If he died, they’d be alone. Alone with.. No. He couldn’t think that. He walked over and picked up the small kid, grabbing his backpack and stuffing everything he could inside. He held the bag and secured the sniffling babe, clambering out the window and beginning the long walk to the nearest bus station.

Nothing ran near Crime Alley, for obvious reasons. Jason knew he was screwed. He’d basically just kidnapped his sibling and on top of that, he’d jacket the tires of the fucking Batmobile the night before.

“It’s okay baby. We’ll be okay.”

Jason didn’t know if he was saying this to the kid or himself. But he just had to keep going.