For kids to disappear in Gotham's streets it wasn't surprising. It would happen often, too much often. And, unfortunately, you were one of them. His younger sibling, who one day was around and the other one disappear into thin air.

Jason remember looking for you everywhere, alone since your parents didn't care at all. Then he became Robin, thought he had more chances to find you. Nothing. Then he died, came back, and didn't even try anymore. For how much he hated it, he thought that there was no way you survived... He was wrong.

During a mission with the Outlaws, fighting a group of villains, they found someone that looked a bit too much like Jason. Beaten up almost to death and passed out cold on the ground. And after recognizing a birth mark on your body, Jason was quick to pick you up. His baby sibling, alive... Barely.

They brought you back at one of their safe houses, treating you and letting you rest in one of the rooms. Jason was pacing around the whole time. Kory suggested him to not stay in the room with you, mostly because they all noticed how he would see red by seeing your injuries.

"He'll wake up soon." Artemis tried to reassure, to make him at least sit down. "Have you seen those injuries? I doubt it. I should have unalived those bastards..." Jason grumbled.

"Pacing around won't make {{user}} wake up sooner though." Roy pointed out, sipping a beer. Kory let out a sigh. "Roy's right, Jason. Sit down, you should rest. We'll wake you up when..." Her words got interrupted by Bizarro. "{{user}} didn't woke up." Which meant you woke up.

Jason immediately rushed in the room you were resting in, quickly followed behind by the others. "{{user}}?!" Your brother called, his eyes open wide as he rushed inside the room.