Fallen Angel

Jason pov-
I lay wheezing and gasping for air in the center of the snowy alley, my entire body sore and wounded, and I was bleeding out.

My once teenage siblings, Mari and Tim, were now deaged by Joker, and they were both huddled into me and shivering in the cold, since The Joker and his goons had been scared off by Titus, who we had originally been taking on a walk for Damian since he was sick with the flu, and we'd been ambushed by the damn clown.

My phone was destroyed, and Tim and Mari's were gone, and I had no way of contacting our family and letting them know I needed help. Tim was crying against me, and Mari was looking around with a thinking look on her face. I sensed someone enter the alley, and a moment later, I felt Titus lick my face. "T-Titus... go... go get Br-Bruce... bring h-him here... hurry..." I coughed out, gasping as my stomach convulsed, and the dog ran off. Tim helped push me to my side so that I wouldn't throw up all over me, and my eyes widened when I saw blood.

Dick was going to have a cow.

At least these two were unharmed. I'd made a deal with Joker and said that I'd let his goons come after me if he left them alone, and he'd agreed and let his goons beat the shit out of me. My arm and leg was broken, I was covered in bruises and wounds, and some of my ribs were broken, and I'd been stabbed and shot in the torso and chest.

The one time I have my sister leave all of the miraculous at the manor, this shit happens. Now I know why she didn't want to leave them. I should have let her bring them with, that way Tikki could heal me. Eh, she would do so once my family came, and I'd get fussed at by Dick and Bruce, and blah blah blah.

My eyes started to close as I struggled to breathe, and my little siblings came and sat with me. Tim had my head in his lap, and Mari was trying to keep me awake. I weakly smiled at her. "H-hey, Pixie... this is T-T-Tim D-Drake, your older b-brother... but my l-little bro..." I rasped with a cough. The two kids shared a worried glance, and my hazel blue eyes closed, only to open when I felt someone slapping my face.

"Papa, no! Stay awake. Don't close your eyes, please! Don't leave me and Timmy! You have to stay awake!" My sister desperately said, and Tim nodded. "Keep talking to us. What's your name?" He asked quietly, and I remembered his past. Him and I got along because we both had abusive parents, though mine were a hell of a lot worse and his were only verbally abusive and negligent of him.

My body jerked, and I stifled a cry of pain. "Name's J-Jason... Todd-Cheng, though I g-got adopted by... Bruce Wayne..." I forced out, and my stomach convulsed again. My siblings rolled me over again, and again I threw up more blood.

A moan of pain escaped my throat, and I curled in on myself and held my stomach, and my extremely touch deprived baby brother came around to the front of me and hugged me tightly, curling into me. I moved my head so that I wouldn't cough blood into his raven hair, and my body shook and I cried out when I felt another rib break, but I put my arm around him and sighed deeply as Mari curled into us both, and my vision started spinning.

My sister must have felt my body relax, because she snapped her head up and started smacking my face again. "Don't you dare close your eyes, JayJay. You keep them open. Timmy and I need you! Stay awake, Papa, please! Stay awake for us!" She begged, and I forced my eyes open again when I felt Tim completely relax against me. "Tim?" I asked, and all I got was silence. Mars turned her attention to her other brother, and when she tried to wake him up, she gave me a scared look when he wasn't responding.

Fuck.

My body screamed as I started to move around enough to take my leather jacket off, and Marinette put it over Tim like a blanket and hugged him tightly. "Papa, why won't he wake up? Did he die? I don't want him to die! I don't want to lose my brother, Papa! I just met him!" She cried, and I painfully pulled the two into a hug and put her under the jacket as well. "He'll be okay, Sweetheart. Tim will be okay. He has to be." I said, and she put some of my jacket over me in an attempt to keep me warm, though only the sleeve and a corner were available to offer.

I gave her a small and weak smile. "Use your b-body heat to k-k-keep him warm, MJ. C-cuddle him under th-the jacket the best y-you can..." I instructed, and she obeyed. I coughed again as it started to snow heavily, and I fought with all my energy to keep my eyes open, though as I wrapped my arm around my baby siblings, my eyes closed against my will, and I couldn't get them to open.

My body started shutting down with my senses, and my last thought was pleading to Sabine and Catherine that my family would find me in time to save Tim and Mari.
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My body woke up with a deep breath, and I felt extremely hot.

Where the hell was I?

Memories of being in the alley with a deaged Tim and Marinette flooded my mind, and I felt something move against me.

Opening my eyes and forcing them to focus, I saw that I was on the black leather couch in the living room in front of a fireplace with a fire burning big and bright, and my eyes narrowed at the brightness. I looked down to find a sleeping Tim and MJ curled into me under my inch thick Nightwing blanket that Dick had given me as a birthday gift when I first got to the manor several years ago, and on my legs was a sleeping Titus, and Kitty Alfred was asleep on Tim's back, and Titus had his huge head on Mari's lower back and a paw on my arm, and Kitty Alfred had his long tail resting on my sisters shoulder and arm that was wrapped around Tim, who was curled into her with a subconscious hug.

I noticed that my arms were around all of them in a protective and fatherly manner, though I didn't mind.

I yawned and slightly shifted my head, and started to drift back to sleep, though I was interrupted by a voice. "Jason?"

I forced my eyes open again and saw Plagg and the other kwamis floating in front of my face. I knew it was obvious that I was fighting the sleep off to them, and I managed to quietly him in response to let him know I was -trying- paying attention to him. "Can we sleep on the couch with you and the kids? We wanted to wait till you woke up to ask, and I can tell you're trying to stay awake, but I wanted to ask." The cat kwami asked.

All of them had pleading eyes, and I couldn't resist them. "Don't wake up my kids," I said, not seeing my family in the room watching and silently listening to us. It came out as a mumble as my eyes closed again, and I felt all of the kwamis join the human dog pile, some in their animal forms and some not.

Plagg turned into his cat form and curled into my neck and purred loudly as he fell asleep quickly, Tikki stayed in her kwami form and slept under her owner's chin, and I felt added weight on my legs, on the other side of Tim between him and the couch, between my head and the back of the couch, and everywhere else, and they all settled comfortably with us.

I sneezed a couple of times, then let the darkness pull me under and put me into a deep sleep, enjoying the warmth of fire and the bodies of people and animals on me, and that I was surrounded by all the good attention.

As much as I pretended to not like affection around my family, deep down I was silently begging for it every second of every day. I craved the positive affection and attention that Catherine and Sabine would give me all the time before they died, and when they left and my little girl was taken, I had no one until Bruce adopted me, and then I had Dick, though eventually he grew distant from his job as a detective in Bludhaven, and Bruce was distant from the start, and Alfred, he tried and taught me things, and as much as I had loved learning from him, it hadn't been the affection I'd been dying to have again. The closest I got to it was with my best friend Roy and the Outlaws.

I wanted to be cuddled, hugged, praised, safe, treated kindly, basically loved with everything a person had.

I got a bit more of it ever since Dick had convinced me to come back to the manor after my 3 year long torture session with Joker, but it was nowhere near enough. I was affection and attention deprived, and I knew it, but I kept it hidden from everyone because I didn't want to appear vulnerable and needy for something like that, especially considering that I was Red Hood.

My hunger for love and belonging was a hunger I didn't know would ever be full, but it was my biggest insecurity, and I didn't want to be teased and made fun of if the others in the family found out about it. I would never talk to them again, and I would go back to the Outlaws, which I still was in touch with and hung out with.

Roy was the only one who knew about my crave for affection, and I got a lot of it from him and I loved it. I felt like a needy puppy when it came to the soft part of me, and my biggest fear was that I would be abandoned if anyone found out who I was under all of my walls and behind the huge guard dog that guarded my heart and soft side.
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When I woke up again, this time I was in a completely different position and I immediately noticed that I didn't sense my little siblings anywhere near me.

I opened my eyes to see me being spooned and cuddled by a sleeping red head, and I tilted my head to see that it was Roy.

My face turned a deep red, and I didn't see a certain brother of mine -Duke- take a photo and quickly hide as I shifted a bit to curl into the archer a bit more, snuggling into him, and he kept his eyes closed as he wrapped me up in a tighter hug. Smiling, I closed my eyes for a few moments and wrapped a thin arm around him and nuzzled my face into his chest and took a deep breath, inhaling his familiar cologne and feeling safe with him.

His legs tangled with mine, and he rested his face into my hair. I felt him breathing warm and soft breaths into my black and white hair, and I was breathing into his chest. The rhythm of his heartbeat and breathing almost lulled me back to the sleep that I knew my body still needed, and I felt like I could stay like this forever.

I still hadn't noticed Duke taking pictures, and I was letting my vulnerable soft side out as I cuddled with my favorite archer. But it wasn't until I felt his arm move from around me that I opened my eyes again in time to see Roy throw a throwing knife with precise aim to the other end of the couch where a yelp manifested from that I snapped my head around to see my oldest little brother with a knife in his shoulder and a phone in his hand.

"Leave, or the next one goes in your eye." Roy quietly and sleepily threatened, and I didn't have to look at him to feel the glare he was sending Duke.

The second he left, I started to silently cry at the fact that my soft side had been seen by someone other than Mari and Roy, and I didn't want to know what was going to happen next.

My archer pulled me into him and gave me a mega cuddle session as he calmed me down and reassured me that I was going to be fine and that no one was going to judge or abandon me for having a soft side. I melted into him and was shivering against him, and Roy pulled the blanket over us a bit more and ran his hand through my hair and massaged it, and when I tell you that that shit felt good, that shit felt good.

I shuddered and as a cause from me being a true holder of Plagg, I didn't realize that I had started to purr and I shifted again to get more comfortable, and my archer laughed and continued playing with my hair and massaging my head, making me purr louder and lean into the gentle and kind affection, my heart bursting with happiness at receiving the attention.

My family knew about me being a true holder to Plagg, same as Damian, and we had cat like side affects because of it, so they always had fun getting us to purr sometimes.

Roy kept one hand with my hair and moved the other to my sharp jawline, and I tilted my head up and softly smiled and closed my eyes, enjoying every second of this affection, and the fact that I was still by a lit fireplace was making me more and more cat like.

I snapped my head up when the sudden sound of a kid crying echoed through the manor, and I could have easily challenged Flash in speed when I was immediately up and running for the location of the cries.

It ended up being Mari in the kitchen. The smell of blood was in the air, and Dick was trying to get her to calm down as he attempted to wrap her bleeding hand and knee up, but she wouldn't let him.

I was in Daddy Hood mode in less than milliseconds. "Dick, what the hell did you do?! What happened?" I asked, and my little girl used my older brothers distraction to run towards me at top speed, crashing into my legs. Tim was nowhere to be seen, and that worried me a bit.

I sat Indian style on the tile floor and Dick handed me the first aid kit as I held Mari in my lap and calmed her down. "Tim accidentally dropped his glass of milk, and him and Sunflower tried to clean it up, but Mari got cut. Timmy ran off to somewhere, and he was upset about her getting hurt. I was going to go try and find him after I helped Marinette, but... I wasn't doing that great..." he said awkwardly.

Mari sniffled. "I'm sorry, Papa. I was only wanting to clean up the glass so that no one would get hurt. Don't be mad at Timmy, it wasn't his fault. He dropped his cup because I accidentally spooked him. It was my fault, not his. Please don't be mad at TJ, Papa!" She said, looking up at me with distressed electric blue eyes.

I smiled softly, forgetting about Dick. "Hey, don't be upset, girlie. It's not your fault either. Dick should have grown a brain cell and given you two plastic cups instead of glass. Now, why don't we get you all fixed up so that we can find Timmy?" I gently asked, and she smiled a thousand watt smile. "Okay! We can cuddle on the couch with him and watch movies and have snacks until he feels better, and then we can make cookies! Papa, can we make cookies? Please? I promise we'll clean up! Please, please, please? Cookies make everyone feel better! Oh, and Dami and Roy can make them with us!" She said excitedly.

Was I able stop the smile from spreading on my face? Nope. Did I try to stop it? Nope.

"I'm down for making cookies. Come on, Jaybird, you already know you want to say yes. What kind are we making?" Roy asked as I cleaned Mari up. I thought about it. "Why don't we let Timbers decide?" I said, standing. Mari grinned. "Okay! Now come on! Let's go find big brother!" She said, then ran off.

I chuckled after her. "That kid is definitely an angel. I wouldn't be surprised if she suddenly grew white wings and got a gold halo." Roy said fondly as we left the kitchen in search of my little siblings.