Watching season three has been great, I didn't realize how much I really missed Young Justice until it actually came out, but by episode six I really wanted a heartfelt reunion because I refuse to believe that was not Jason Todd. So in this verse, he says Grayson when he and Nightwing are first engaging in their fight and skips him coming back as Red Hood (which is probably going to happen). I felt like I had to write a one shot. So yeah. Anyway I don't own any fraction of the DC universe. But all the same I hope you'll read, follow, favorite and review!

Grayson

"Because brothers don't let each other wander in the dark alone."

– Jolene Perry

"Gray…son?"

In one single word, Dick felt his heart stop, his lungs cease working, his blood freezing in his veins. There wasn't….this couldn't be… They'd buried Jason. This wasn't his younger brother, there was no way Ra's would do this to them.

But the assassin didn't give Dick time to think, to comprehend. It seemed as if the red clothed assassin had completely forgotten his short outburst. And before he could snap out of his shock, the assassin knocked his escrima sticks out of his hand, swiping across his chest with his sword. The wound drew blood, but the hero dismissed the sting of pain.

This wasn't a battle he could fight. He couldn't fight against his younger brother, even though his name had been uttered with such uncertainty, as though forgotten. Even though he was trying to kill him right now.

He couldn't do it.

Nightwing felt his legs being swept out underneath him. Could feel the impact against the ground. Could hear the team calling out to him. Could feel that Ra's knew what he knew. Could feel his brother about to sentence him to his rightful punishment.

Because it was his fault.

It was his fault he'd been busy that night. His fault the Joker had blown Jason up. His fault he hadn't been a better brother. His fault for not being there when Jason needed someone. His fault that Jason was brought back to life and forgotten and now served under Ra's.

It was all his fault.

"Stop!" Ra's called out.

But there was no need. The sword had already clattered to the ground and Jason crumpled down beside it. "Grayson." It was quiet but lacking the uncertainty of the first. Quiet had been so unlike Jason. Loud, brash Jason Todd. The kid who'd tried to take the wheels off the Batmobile in Crime Alley. The second Robin who'd brought in Scarecrow single handedly. The hero who'd protected his mother from the Joker in his last moments even after her betrayal.

Dick turned, facing his brother. He didn't think he'd ever be able to do it, even before finding out he was alive. Facing him after failing him so many times had always been impossible. But now he was right here. Tears were already prickling in Dick's eyes, hidden by his mask as Jason's hood came off.

"Grayson," it was a sob now. As if the world had come crashing down around Jason in a single moment or regaining his memories.

With a sea of doubts between them, Dick reached forward encompassing his younger brother in a tight hug. No one spoke, or even moved as the dead second Robin sobbed. Dick knew he should do something, explain it to the team, call Batman but it felt like the only thing that matter was holding his younger brother until the cries slowly faded into soft hiccups.

"How long?" Dick asked, turning his head towards Ra's, one hand gently running through Jason's short hair, his hood pulled down. "How long ago did you bring him back?" His voice broke, but he didn't care. He had to know. How long had Jason been here? Within their reach but unknown. Had Bruce ever fought him but not known. How long had they left him here with Ra's?

"Four years," Ra's replied.

Four years.

Jason had only been fourteen when he'd died and now, only eighteen. Four years of living without his memory. Missing some of the most important mile stones in his life.

"How could you do this to us?" Dick asked. He didn't want a response. There wasn't an answer in the world he would be happy with. Nothing Ra's said would help. "To him?"

"I…" Whatever Ra's response would have been, it died in his throat. And Dick hoped it would stay that way. No matter how much he wanted to kill Ra's for what he'd done to Jason, he couldn't afford to do it now. Not with the eighteen year old in his arms, shoulders still shaking.

"Dick, who's-?"

"It's Jason. Oh god it's Jason." It felt unreal saying it aloud. Like Dick was just dreaming and any moment now his brother would vanish.

He was grateful there were no more questions, just the silence of the team as Dick helped Jason from the ground, keeping a hold on his brother's wrist, afraid to let go. "We're leaving. All of us," Dick tagged on when he saw Sensei begin to protest.

"Damian, get Damian," Jason mumbled. His words jumbled and barely distinguishable.

Dick merely looked at Ra's, who looked far older than when they had begun. He didn't argue, merely motioning Talia out from the shadows. She gave her father a pained look only for him to shake his head. And she crossed the no man's land between the teams to place the small bundle she'd been carrying in Dick's free arm.

Equipped now with a baby and his dead brother, Dick turned to his team, choosing not to question the presence of the child if Jason had deemed him so important to mention. "Get on the bioship," he ordered.

The team nodded, all with confused, wide eyed glances at him. As they boarded, Dick once more turned to Ra's. "This conversation isn't over," he growled, beginning to walk towards the bioship.

"Those children came here looking for the League of Shadows. I am no longer the leader, Grayson," Ra's added. As if the intel would lighten whatever punish befell him from all he had done to Jason. But at least, it would put to rest Brion's interest in Ra's al Ghul for now.

As Dick boarded the bio ship he was happy to find an extra chair created beside his own. And all the eyes of the team on him. He and the others had created a speech, a test to make sure Brion, Halo and Forager were ready to officially become a part of the team, but in a moment's worth of memories courteous of M'gann he was glad to find out it had already been said. It still left him to address the baby nestled comfortably in the crook of his elbow and his brother to his side. But he didn't have to say anything. Because Jason's quiet voice took care of all the worry Dick could feel building up inside him.

"Thank you."