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Chapter 2.

_Mount Justice Present Day_

Knock Knock

Batman heard it, but chose to ignore it as he put his utility belt on. He slipped his gloves over his hands and put his cowl over his face, glad that his mask covered his eyes, because if it didn't everyone would see his red, slightly puffy eyes.

Knock... knock. The fourth knock was hesitant. Which means that whoever is on the other side, doesn't know if they should leave or stay put. The Dark Knight thought. He decided to stand there in silence to see if they would in fact go away and wait for him to emerge himself.

"...Bruce?"

Barry? That actually surprised Batman. He assumed it was either Clark, Dick or Tim behind the door. Said man thought about staying quiet. But he knew Flash wouldn't go away, not when the speedster knew that Bruce was still in there.

"What is it Flash?" he asked

"Doc Fate, and J'onn are here. Dinah gave them the run down on what happened. They want to talk to you...Well J'onn does, Fates still not speaking, he's still kinda ticked off that we kept him away for so long." came his reply.

The Caped Crusader took a step forward, then stopped. Suddenly worried about what Manhunter wanted to tell him. "Thank you. I'll be out in a minute." Suddenly the doors swooshed open. And The Flash was standing there in the room with Batman.

"I told you I'd-"

"This is really messing you up, isn't it?" Barry said he pointed his index finger toward Bruce.

"What are you talking-?"

"Jason." Bruce flinched ever so slightly. "Being stuck and lost somewhere in time." Flash crossed his arms. "Is majorly freaking you out. Not knowing where he is."

Bruce opened his mouth to say no. To tell the speedster he was wrong and that he had no idea what he was talking about. But he didn't. He didn't say any of that. "What gave me away?"

"You told me 'Thank you'. You have never ever said that to any of us. Well except your kids." Barry stated truthfully. Bruce stayed silent, though it was true he didn't really know how to respond to that.

Silence pasted through the room.

"You know we'll get him back right?" Flash said trying to reassure The Bat.

Bruce sighed "I know"

"Then why do you look so scared still?"

"I'm not"

"We both know that's a lie, Bats."

"Barry-" The Dark Knight began to growl. Clinching his hands into fists. The fastest man on Earth was treading on some mighty thin ice.

But Flash stood his ground. Determined. He gave Bruce the best glare he could make. "What's wrong Bats?" He taunted. "Your not acting like yourself. What's going on in that detective head of yours?"

Batman glared at Barry, put the speedsters glare to shame. "Nothing!" Bruce hissed out.

"What are you so afraid of? Hm? You afraid of letting Jay down again? Is that it?"

"Yes, but that's not-" The Caped Crusader growled

"Then what? What are you possibly thinking is going to happen to him?" Barry pushed further.

"That he's gonna turn!" Batman said loudly.

The speedster stood there, his eyes wide. "Why do you think-?"

"I'm afraid that where ever he is, when ever in time or space he is, He is going to see something, or do something that will make him become Red Hood again! I'm afraid that even if we get him back, it won't matter because it will not be him anymore. I got through to him once, I don't think it'll work a second time... And I won't, I can't let that happen, Barry." Bruce admitted finally, trying to swallow the lump in his throat, but found it difficult.

Flash didn't say anything for a few minutes, He shocked himself, that he actually was able to get Batman to open up about what was bothering him. When he first approached the door, he had thought that Gotham's Knight was gonna beat the crap out of him, and he wouldn't say a word anyway. Then Barry remembered: This wasn't Batman. He had the suit on sure, he talked like him, had the same gadgets, the same Bat-glare, same fighting skills. But the guy he was currently looking at was not Batman, this was a man worried about his son. A son he is scared to death of letting down once more, A son he just wants to hold and shield him from the world that seems to take pleasure in doing him harm.

"Bruce..." he sighed "I know that you are probably not gonna listen to me. But you don't have to do this on your own, we are called the Justice League for a reason- We are all a team for reason. Not only are we there for everyone on earth, the ones who can't defend themselves, but we are there for each other, even the only-shows-love-and-affection-to-his-kids, and antisocial ones." Barry told the man in black. "We will get him back and he will be himself."

"And how do you know that?" Bruce demanded, desperately.

"I don't. But your going to have to trust me. Trust someone other than yourself and your kids. Okay?"

Batman nodded. "Okay." If there was anyone else in the League that he would give his trust to, besides Clark, why not Flash?

Barry's eyes grew wide. "Really?"

"Really"

Barry smiled. "Okay, then. Let's go see what J'onn has to say."

Batman and the Flash made their way to the virtual computer, where everyone was gathered at. "Batman" J'onn said turning to him.

"J'onn."

"You arrived just in time. I was just about to try and make telepathic contact with Red Eagle."

"Do you think you'll be able to? Even if Jason's in a different time?" Bruce asked his heart hopeful.

"If I am successful, Doctor Fate here will be able to jump him forward or backward in time-"

"Wait what? You can't just locate where he is, then bring him back here instantly?" Wally interrupted.

"I am afraid it is not going to be that easy, Kid Flash. Time: Past, Present or Future is delicate. If we were to rip him from when ever he is so suddenly, we might possibly rip a hole in that times area, causing things to change drastically, then that time would collapse completely."

"So what are you saying?" Batman demanded impatiently.

"I am saying. If we are going to get him back. Then we are going to need to jump him a couple of years in time weather that be backward or forward, depends on where he is." The Martian announced

Silence.

"There is no other solution?" The Dark Knight asked as he felt Tim grab onto the fabric of his sleeve, and Dick grab onto his wrist.

"This is the only way. I am sorry." J'onn replied. Bruce looked at Dick to his right, and down at Tim to his left. Both of his son's faces were the same. They were scared, scared they would never see Jason again.

"Do it."

_Gotham City in the Past, One Hour later_

"So do you have any casual clothes, or is that tuxedo the only thing you wear," Jason asked his past six year old father. He honestly wanted to know, young Bruce seemed to like wearing those monkey suits, as did the Bruce in his time.

"Of course, I have other clothes! If I tried to relax and sleep in this thing, I strangle myself." Young Bruce answered rather snarky and annoyed.

Jason held up his hands in defense. "I was just asking."

They continued to walk down the streets of Gotham. When Bruce stopped out of the blue. "What?" The eighteen year old asked.

"I just realized!" Bruce turned around. "You never told me your name."

"I'm J-" he paused. Not a good idea to use my real name. "Tyler"

Bruce smiled. An innocent, young, friendly smile that Jason couldn't help return. "Well" he held out his hand for Jason to shake. "Hello, J-Tyler, I'm Bruce Wayne."

Jason laughed. And shook his father's tiny hand with his. Something cause young Bruce's attention in the window, cause one minute he was standing in front of Jason, the next he was plastered up against another window of the many stores of Gotham. He began to bounce up and down again, as he pressed his face and hands against the glass.

"What's got you so excited now?" Red Eagle said. Then he saw why: In the window showed a bunch of Gray Ghost action figures.

"Gray Ghost action figures!" Young Bruce exclaimed happily.

"What is it with you and this 'Gray Ghost' guy?" Jason asked. He didn't understand, what's so special about this goggle wearing man?

His kid father turned to Jason and gave him a Are-you-crazy look. "He's only the best crime fighter in the world!" he said with so much pride and respect that Jason laughed again.

"Why don't go and buy one?" Jason suggested. Surely they weren't that much.

Bruce shook his head. "I can't. My dad said to only use this money for necessary things."

Smart man... It would change the course of history if I bought him one of those? I probably shouldn't, I can just hear Tim now telling me to not do anything, don't move, blink, breathe, scratch my nose. But who could deny a kid when they are that happy? He looked at Bruce then at the figures of Gray Ghosts in the window. Fuck it.

"Wait here." He ordered.

"What?" His kid father said turning to him.

"Just stay put, keep your eyes straight. and wait here." Jason told him. as he moved Bruce to where his back was facing the window. "Okay?"

"Oookay..." Bruce said confused. Jason watched his father for a second then quietly walked inside the store.

2 minutes later the eighteen year old hero had a Gray Ghost action figure behind his back. He poked his head of the doorway "Hey Bruce, close your eyes."

"Why?" he asked

"Will you just do it."

"Okay."

Jason walked out of the store and stood in front of his six year old dad. He took the box from behind his back. "Okay, open them."

Bruce did. He gazed down at the box, stunned. His mouth opened. "Just cuz, you can't use your money, doesn't mean I can't use mine." Jason announced.

Young Bruce looked up at him. Then Red Eagle almost got tackled to the ground in a hug. "THANK YOU!" Bruce squealed "THANK YOU!"

Jason smiled. Then his stomach started to hurt, but it was a good hurt, a pleasant hurt. He's only ever felt this feeling one other time in his life. Compassion. He patted the past Bruce's back. "Your welcome."

Bruce pulled away from him and clinched the box against his chest. No ones probably ever bought him something before, out of the goodness of their hearts. Jason thought.

"Shouldn't you be home by now." he asked. The excitement drained from Bruce's face in an instant. Horror now replaced it. "Ditched a charity even at your house, now your scared that your parents are going to be mad and punish you?" Jason said

Bruce nodded. "It's not them I'm worried about. It's Mr. Alfred."

"Ah, scary when he gets mad?"

His dad nodded again, bitting his bottom lip.

"Don't worry, I got your back." Red Eagle told Bruce

"Really?"

"Really. C'mon."

Twenty minutes later that were walking up the hill to Wayne Manor. Jason was surprised how similar it look to the one in his time. He smiled a little. It felt like he was going home. Jason felt something tug his jacket sleeve. He looked down and saw that Bruce had his tiny fist clinching the fabric. His Gray Ghost figure was in the other hand pressed closely to his chest. "Hey, calm down kid. It's not the end of the world."

Bruce gulped. "I know. I just don't like to see Mr. Alfred, my dad, and mom upset. I-"

"Bruce!" shrieked a female voice. Jason looked up and saw a woman running toward them in a black dress, with white high heels. "Baby! We were so worried about you! Why'd you run off!?" she cried as he bent down and hugged Bruce to her, kissing the side of his cheek. Jason realized that this was Martha Wayne, the woman he's only heard about from Alfred, the man coming up behind her was obviously Thomas Wayne, Bruce's father.

"I'm sorry mom! It was the pap-papi-"

"-The paparazzi, dear?"

"Yeah, they wouldn't leave me alone again. They back me into a corner this time. I'm really sorry." Bruce said ashamed of himself as his mother let go of him. Thomas Wayne put a big hand on his son's shoulder. "It's okay Bruce, we understand. Just make sure that if it happens next time to come find us or Alfred, Alright?" Mr. Wayne said running a hand through Bruce's hair.

"Okay daddy."

Thomas Wayne smiled. He then noticed Jason, and became suspicious. "And who are you?"

Jason opened his mouth to explain-

Bruce suddenly stepped in front of the eighteen year old. "It's okay, dad. J-Tyler isn't a bad guy. He saved me. After I left these three guys wanted my wallet and chased after me-"

"Oh dear!" Martha exclaimed but Thomas shushed her.

"-I ran away and accidentally ran into him" He gestured toward Jason. "He made the men leave me alone. He then bought me a Gray Ghost action figure!" the six year old show it to his parents. "He's my friend." Bruce looked up at him and grinned. Jason gave him a small smile back. Even at age six, even if he had no idea who he really was, his dad was still protecting him,

Mr. Wayne walked over to him. "Thank you for saving my son." He said. holding his hand out. Jason repeated what he did with young Bruce and shook Thomas's hand.

"Anytime." Jason said back, and he meant it. Thomas pulled out his own wallet. "I don't how much that action figure cost, but-" he opened it up. "Here." holding out $50 bucks. His mouth almost hit the floor.

"No, that's okay. You don't have to give me money." Red Eagle said shaking his head.

"Are you sure? It's no trouble at all. I have plenty-"

"I'm sure." Jason said. nodding. "Well, I better get going." Go... Get the hell out of here before you decide to stay!

"Won't you at least stay and have some lunch?" Mrs. Wayne asked her smile was so sweet, kind and genuine.

"I wish I could. But I have something important I need to do." he answered. Martha walked over to him and gave him a hug. "Thank you for saving my baby." she whispered to him sincerely. Jason's throat became very dry and very tight. He gulped, but it didn't do anything. He didn't trust his voice, so he just simply nodded.

He looked down at his kid dad. He smirked. "See ya kid." and began to make his way down the pathway again. "Bye J-Tyler! Bye!" he heard Bruce call to him.

Jason didn't stop or turn around. He just raised his arm in the air and wave. It was only when he heard Thomas and Martha and the younger Bruce become engrossed in a conversation Jason didn't know about, did he stop and looked over his shoulder. The three of them were walking back to the house. Bruce was in the middle holding his mother and fathers hands, laughing and giggling. His parents were laughing also, as they both began to swing Bruce around, the doors to the manor open, they walked inside and the eighteen year old found himself alone on the rocky pathway.

Jason smiled sadly. If they only knew what was about to happen to them. It wasn't fair. Bruce was such a happy kid, so full of innocence, laughter, love, compassion, then some punk with a gun had to go and take that away from him. It wasn't fair or right. What did the world have against his dad? Why couldn't it just have let him have a loving mother and father?

A light bulb went off in Jason's head. I could save them. I could warn them not to go to that theater, I could save them from dying, I could save Bruce's childhood, he could grow up with a loving family, I could prevent Batman from happening. But I would be giving a little boy what he always wanted, his parents.

Jason started to walk back toward the Mansion, making his decision.

He fell to his knees as his head throbbed in agony.

"Aah! What- What the hell!? Aah!"

Eagle?

Jason froze, his head throbbed harder, making him dizzy. That sounded like-

Red Eagle!

No way. No fucking way it could be-

Jason?

It was. J'onn? He asked

Yes. I am glad I was finally able to find you. Now that I have Fate can move you forward in time.

His eyes widened in horror. Wait, J'onn how much forward in time?

I do not know,

He shook his head, making the throbbing even worse. Bruce, his parents, if he gets sent forward to far, he won't be able to help them, won't be able to stop their deaths. No! J'onn, don't do it just yet. There is something I have to-

You can not tamper with the past, Jason. No matter how much you want to.

Red Eagle was angry now. He doesn't know what Jason went though what he witnessed. Fuck you, J'onn! You don't know what I've seen. If I don't warn them now then his mom and dad will die. He deserves a family. After everything he's been through, after what he's done for Gotham, for me, for Dick and Tim, he deserves it!

I can see you are not going to listen. To prevent you from doing any damage to this time-

He tried to get up, to see if he move away from where he was kneeling that the Martian wouldn't be able to time jump him, but he fell back on his knees as the throbbing got even worse. J'onn don't!

I have no choice.

"NO!-" he yelled.

...

...

Then he felt like he was sucked into a tornado again. The wind, tech-no colors, the roaring, dizziness. Everything was back. And as quickly as it came, it stopped. He was nauseated again, he began to gag, his eyes started to water, his breathing became shallow.

It took a few minutes but Jason's nausea went away, he stopped gagging, and he began to breathe evenly again. He looked around and found he was in an alley way again. It was completely dark out and it was raining heavily.

He quickly got up and went into the streets of Gotham. People still walking about, talking about useless things-

"Citizens of Gotham City. Thomas and Martha Wayne have been gunned down by an known mugger. I repeat: Thomas and Martha Wayne have been shot and killed, eight year old Bruce Wayne witness the whole thing, but was unable to identify the man who killed his parents. The killing happened less than three hours ago-" A female news reporter said on one of this fruit stands.

No...No way... Jason started running, he ran and ran pushing people out of his way, It can't be! I can't be too late! He made his way down to the street where he first meet Bruce, where he almost stole the Bat-mobile tires. Crime Alley. When he got there, there was police tape covering the area where it happened. It was pouring now, big thick drops of water fell down upon the alley way and everywhere else, it thundered so loud you'd think the buildings in Gotham would all go crashing down, and white lightening light the blacken sky.

"No..." he whispered. But it was true, they were dead. They died, they were gone, they were cold as ice and out of Bruce's life forever and Jason couldn't stop it. He could have. He could have save them, He could have save Bruce, damn it! He walked over to the last place Bruce's parents had stood.

Why? WHY!? Goddammit!

"J'ONN! YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU SELFISH BASTARD! SEND ME BACK! SEND ME BACK! PLEASE! GOD DAMN IT!" Jason bellowed he began punching the brick walls, he punched until his knuckles were covered in blood. He fell to his knees between the two white tape outlines of Mr and Mrs. Wayne, he pounded his fist on the ground. He screamed and cried in anguish. He failed. He failed Bruce. The man that took him in, that loves him as a son. The man that sacrificed so much for him. He let him down. Now Jason understood what his dad went through, what he must have been feeling when he had failed to save Jason from the Joker. Bruce failed to save Jason, and now Jason failed to save Bruce. Now there was an eight year old boy out there who will never be that little kid he save from though guys, never be that happy, smiling boy he bought that Gray Ghost action figure for and who had called him his friend even though he only knew Jason for an hour again.

And it was his fault.

"Send me back...Send me back, please..." he begged as he continued to cry. But nothing happened. "Dad, I'm sorry. I tried. Tried to give you the one thing you always wanted. But I let you down. I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." he whispered to his father. Wishing he was here right now, even though he was too old for it, he wanted to be held and hugged and be told that everything would be okay, cause h was here.

But that didn't happen either. The rain falling harder and thicker, the thunder growing louder, the lightening got brighter. And a eighteen year old's useless and hopeless sobs and pleads to be sent back, for his adult father to come and comfort him.

That was all that happened...

_Mount Justice, Present Day_

"Everyone I have made contact with Red Eagle." J'onn announced.

"Tell him what's going on!" Beast Boy said frantically

"Tellhimwhatweplantodotobringhimback!" Wally speed talked worryingly

"Where is he?" Bruce demanded desperately

J'onn went silent. "He is in Gotham, in the past,"

Batman froze. "What past Gotham J'onn?"

He went silent once more. going deeper into the telepathic link with Jason. "-don't do it just yet. There is something I have to-" Jason's voice came out of J'onn's mouth. What was his son talking about?

"If I don't warn them now then his mom and dad will die. He deserve a family." J'onn repeated his son's words. Was he talking about Dick? Could he be trying to prevent Dick's mother and fathers deaths?

"After everything he's been through, after what he's done for Gotham, for me, for Dick and Tim, he deserves it!"

Bruce Wayne heart almost stopped. Oh my god... It's not Dick's parents death's his second son is trying to prevent. It's his own parents. Thomas and Martha Wayne.

J'onn suddenly came out of his trance. "J'onn"

J'onn ignored him, turning to Fate. "Doctor Fate, now"

Fate flew into the air and started to glow a yellow gold. Then came back down. Martian Manhunter went back under.

...

...

"It can't be! I can't be too late!" came Jason's voice.

Batman thought his heart was going to break when he heard the desperation his son's voice. He knew right then what had happened. J'onn had Jason jumped forward in time, when Jason was trying to save his parents from dying. "J'ONN! YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU SELFISH BASTARD! SEND ME BACK! SEND ME BACK! PLEASE! GOD DAMN IT!"

The Dark Knight's whole body began to shake as he listened to his son scream in agony. Jason...

"Dad, I'm sorry. I tried. Tried to give you the one thing you always wanted. But I let you down. I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I'm sorry.." Jason's broken voice whispered out.

Bruce closed his eyes, as tears rolled down his face. Don't be sorry. Jaybird. Don't you dare be sorry. It's not your fault that my parents died, It's. Not. Your. Fault. I love you Jason. You are the only thing I want, you, Dick and Tim, All I want is for you three to be happy and with me. Please, please hang on..

J'onn began to echo the broken sobs and cries of his little eagle.

Bruce couldn't take it anymore, He couldn't stand listening to his son cry out for him, knowing that he could do nothing about it. Knowing that he couldn't go hold and comfort him. The Caped Crusader turned around walked toward the changing room, he opened the doors, closed them.

And broke down...

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