Hello, old friend... [Leslie]

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    It had been a long night. Jason had been running around trying to solve a murder case all night. Not to mention it was raining. Rain always made bad nights worse. Jason always found that if you were having a good night rain made things fun, but rain on a bad night was like hell. After six long hours of hunting, Jason had tracked down the killer. By what Jason had found out, he was an old assassin trained by the League of Assassins, the ecoterrorist assassin league led by Ra's Al Ghul, one of Batman's trainers and the father of Jason's suitor while he was returning from the dead.

    Red Hood pulled his binoculars off of their hip holster and looked down on the street below him. He walked closer towards the edge of the roof. He examined the street below him. There stood the assassin. Right where Jason thought he would be. He put his binoculars back, and took a deep breath. He exhaled and jumped off the roof. As he landed on the ground, he rolled and launched himself off the ground and punched the assassin. He threw a flurry of fists and kicks at the man, trying not to let the assassin get an opening to attack Jason. Jason slipped on the wet ground and fell. God damn rain. The assassin jumped on the opening. He went down behind Jason and began choking him. Jason elbowed the assassin in the gut, causing him to let go, and rolled out of the way. He ran and hid behind a nearby newspaper stand. He peered around the stand to see where the assassin was.

Gone. Where did he go? Jason wondered to himself, before he felt the cold steel blade pass through his side.

Jason yelled in pain. He rolled turned around and ripped the sword out of the assassin's hand. After that, Jason reached down to his hip holster, and in anger, pushed the pistol against the assassin's head. The assassin moved quickly, grabbing the pistol out of Jason's hand. The assassin turned around shot the gun. Jason's heart dropped as he saw what had been shot. It was some homeless kid just walking around. Jason ran towards the kid, as the assassin fled into the shadows. Jason examined the homeless kid. The gun shot had entered his chest. It wasn't deep enough to kill him, but he definitely needed medical attention. Jason turned around and looked for the assassin.

Gone. For good this time, Jason assumed. He winced as the adrenalin wore off and his stab wound began to hurt more and more. Jason squatted down, pulled off his helmet (With a domino mask under), and put his hand on the crying kid's shoulder. God dammit... Jason hated when innocent kids got involved. To think, this kid might die, just because an assassin needed a distraction to get away.

"I'm going to get you help. Just stay with me kid." Jason said softly.

Jason lifted the kid and talked to him as he jogged. He had to go to someone he trusted. Leslie Thompkins. Not to mention, Jason didn't know if the poor kid could even pay for a real organized hospital. Jason breathed a sigh of relief as he reached the clinic. He barged through the door.

"Leslie! You need to help this kid!" Jason yelled, running into the room the older woman was in. Thompkins was definitely someone he could trust. She knew about the secret identities of all of them, and she obviously hadn't ratted them out yet. Jason set the boy down on the table. His vision blurred and he got sweaty. It was probably from the mix of physical exertion and the loss of blood.

"Leslie... Y-you have to... You have to help him..." Jason managed to sputter out, before he fell to the ground and fainted.

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Dr. Thompkins had just finished stitching up a small wound of a domestic abuse attack on a woman in the neighborhood. The poor woman, Shannon now had four stiches on her forehead from a hit from a ashtray from her husband Frank. Leslie sighed but tried to keep a positive face for her patient of the hour. "Okay, Shannon... take one of these when you get home and one in the morning. Oh, and safe hon... get yourself some help."

The woman embarrassed but stupidly made up an excuse of panic. "Dr. Thompkins, he's really a good man... just when he drinks.. he..." Leslie then patted the woman on the should and she woman looked down knowing damn well her husband was a bastard. The woman then got off the hospital bed and began to make her way out of the room. She will be back, Leslie thought to herself. Leslie then took of her gloves and began wiping down the surfaces of the examination furniture. She then heard her nurse Patty talking loudly to someone in the lobby.

"WHAT THE HELL? WHAT HAPPEN TO THAT POOR CHILD?" Leslie's heart dropped, not a child. She then approached the door, but before getting to it the door swung open. It was a young man in a brown leather jacket and a domino mask, holding a young child in his arms yelling to help the child. "Jason...?" Leslie said in a soft but shocking voice. He then laid the boy on the examination table and began pleading to save the child. But in mid sentence he then began to faint and fall the ground.

"Oh my God Jason!" Leslie said as she went to grab the young man but saw the young boy was in a much worst condition. "Patty! Crystal! Come quick! Put him on the bed, he's suffered from a wound to his side, I see blood. Me and Constan... Constance!!! Come quick! Me and Constance will tend to the child... It's a gunshot wound to the chest.... Hurry!"

What did you get yourself into child, Jason? Why child?

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    Jason opened his eyes and looked around the room. His vision was blurry, and he couldn't tell where he was. As Jason came to and began to remember where he was and how he got there, he got a splitting migraine. He was lying on some sort of hospital bed. Jason quickly tried to grab at his face to see if the mask was still on. He quickly found that is his mask was still on before he put his arms back down from pain. Jason took a deep breath, and tried to standup, and landed on his feet, before the immense pain from the stab wound in his side forced him to the ground

    Jason let out a yelp of pain as he hit the ground. The grog and pain blurred Jason's vision again, and when it finally cleared he saw a woman standing above him. Leslie. A parental figure to Bruce when he was a kid. She had been an aid to the Bat-family ever since. She was one of the few people to know of all their identities. She was an amazing ally to have, to say the least. Even though she doesn't agree with all of their method's, especially not Jason's, she was still an amazing ally.

    "Le...Leslie... Is..." Jason said as he tried to stand up again before he was forced to the ground from pain again. He pressed his arm against his throbbing side. Unfortunately, in all his efforts to move, he had broken the stitched and the stab wound was once again bleeding. He put pressure on it, and when he drew away his bare hand, it was covered in crimson.

    "Le... *cough* Leslie... Is the kid... Is the kid okay?" Jason managed to sputter out. He rubbed his eye with his blood free hand and began to come to more.

    "How... How long have I been out?" This night had not been going as planned.

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"For heaven's sake, Jason! Stop moving dear... You need to rest!" Leslie said shaking her head. Jason had always been the most stubborn of Batman's wards. She then tried to sit Jason down and began inspecting the stitching. She then noticed his hand was covered in blood and then went to get a clean wash cloth. "The boy is alright, you brought him in just in time.... he's been transported to Gotham Memorial Hospital for recovery." She then began to clean his the wound once again. "He's okay, now don't move..."

 Reassuring the vigilante using medical glue on the partial part of where the some stitches have broke Leslie then sighed. "You will be okay as well... Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

 It had became a little awkward not seeing Jason since his mishap, she was a lost for words of sorts. She remember the boy who was so untrusting of people, had somehow trusted her in a sense in his own way. "It's bitter sweet to see you Jason... so, I mean I love seeing you but on these circumstances of injuries? Is there more trouble? Should I call Bruce or Dick?" Leslie didn't even know if Jason was still on good terms with Batman and company, she then regretted mentioning them all together. "Nevermind. Let me get you some tea, I also have some pain killers..." She said in a comforting voice as she patted Jason on his leg, rising to fetch a tea cup.

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"For heaven's sake, Jason! Stop moving dear... You need to rest!"

    Jason scowled as the woman shook her head. He knew she always wanted the best for Jason and his "Siblings", but it was in Jason's nature to be cold and off-putting until he warms up to people. And stubborn. But come to think of it, he was always stubborn. Now matter how warmed up he gets. Jason allowed Leslie to help him sit down.

"The boy is alright, you brought him in just in time.... he's been transported to Gotham Memorial Hospital for recovery."

"Good... Thats... Good..." Jason said before he coughed. He winced as Leslie began to clean his wound again. The pain got worse as the first round of pain killers began to wear off. He Massaged his hand into his body armored covered thigh to try and get his mind off the pain. The grey body armor became stained with the red blood on his hand.

"You will be okay as well... Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

"I know I'll be fine. I've had a lot worse happen to me." Jason said coldly. Partially referring to just the simple damages he had obtained from being a crime fighter, but more referring to how he was killed. "Yes... Both. Thanks..."

"It's bitter sweet to see you Jason... so, I mean I love seeing you but on these circumstances of injuries? Is there more trouble? Should I call Bruce or Dick?"

"Yeah... But I guess I'm just glad to be alive. I would hate to die... again... No. He got away. No! I mean... Sorry... No. There is no need to call them..." Jason hissed. He hated when people acted like that. Jason can't complete something in one go? Call Bruce or Dick. The two most important people in his life who had failed to put down the man that had killed him. Jason made himself more comfortable and winced in pain while Leslie had his back to him. He hated showing weakness in front of people.