Bloody Brothers

◇□ Chapter Ten □◇

"Play it again." Jason asked, as he stood in front of the bat computer, his arms crossed and feet stood sturdy on the ground.

Tim listened to him and turned the knob on the dash board. They studied the screen. Dick leaned on the desk, his arms crossed covering his chest as his eyes stayed glued to the screen.

"Play it agai-"

"We've watched it a hundred times! Nothing has changed! The sound is still messed up, due to the exposure to the fire." Tim snapped.

"And we'll watch it a hundred more times until we figure it out!" He growled back. "We need to know what he's saying." Tim rolled his eyes, turning his back back on Jason.

"Then why can't we show dad, or Damian?" Tim asked his voice annoyed.

"Because dad is busy right now, and Damian doesn't need to know."

"No you just don't want him to know." Tim argued.

"You know what Tim, I'm tired of you acting like you know everything, if you got something to say then say it." Tim stood, Jason's chest puffed out, Tim standing on the tip of his toes, both of their faces red with anger. Dick pushed off the desk nervously, stepping in between them, pushing them apart.

"Come on, guys. Please, knock it off." Dick begged. "Look we're all just stressed, can't we just get back to the party and worry about this later?"

"No we can't just worry about this later, we need to worry about it now." Jason stated.

"Oh please, since when are you the responsible one?!" Jason stepped forward getting back in his face. He went to spit something back but Dick stopped him before he had the chance.

"Jason." Dick glared at him. Jason sighes rolling his eyes in anger.

"Fine, I'll look over it myself." He growled pushing Tim out of the way and taking a seat in the black leather chair. Tim shook his head in anger glaring at his older brother's head. He glanced at Dick wanting his input. Dick shook his head sighing softly, he gently pushed his shoulders, guiding him back upstairs to the party.

Jason glanced over his shoulder as he heard their footsteps echo up the stairs. He turned back to the screen. His fingers on his chin. He began to get to work, putting the video through filters and cleaning the sounds from the background. He had watched Bruce do it a thousand times along with Tim and Dick, how hard could it be. He pressed play once more.

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The camera shook a little, the picture coming in to focus to see an older man in a lab coat, Jason found him uncomfortably fimilar. He took a step back from the camera.

"Hello, my name is Dr. Volker Seiberlich, I am a research scientist here at Vayne labs. I am vorking on something extraordinary, I promise you. I have been vorking for many years now, researching the human body and mind. You see, I am trying to make a better human. One that can take a hit and keep coming, one that is not threatened by diseases or sickness. One that can live longer, become stronger, run faster. One that can live life vithout having to face fear of any kind." He sighed taking off his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "You see, I thought I had accomplished this goal sometime ago, but there were some unknown side effects to the procedure. But I have since improved by serum since then. I promise, the vorld vill be made better." He turned around beginning to write things down in the chalk board that's when the video static kicked in and the screen went blank.

Jason leaned back in his chair. "He never stopped...." he whispered, "After all this time he never stopped? How many other kids had to go through-"