Grant blinked. "What?"

Deathstroke smiled.

"The name of the person I want you to find is Joseph Wilson," he said slowly.

Grant suddenly smiled again. "Why would I help you get Joey?"

Deathstroke returned his confident smile. "I could always send Rose."

Grant's eyes widened.

"She could always do it, but I would rather get Joseph, while he's still in one piece."

Grant nodded and smiled again. "Besides mom would kill you and Rose, if she ever saw you two again."

A slight smile came across Deathstroke's face as he thought of his ex-wife.

"What stops me from not just taking the job and then leave and not come back?"

"I will send these young people with you to make sure you get the job done and get back here with Joseph." His dad made a gesture towards the people, who had captured him.

"What?! You're sending a pack of babysitters with me?" He ignored the offended faces of the terror twins and Icicle jr. "What's next? You're going to pull me over your knee and spank me, like you did when I was 5, if I don't take the job?" Grant said offended with the hint of a smile in his voice.

To his surprise his dad started laughing at his little outburst. "I don't intend to spank you." His expression turned dark. "But I will do something much worse, if you don't do what I tell you!"

"What do you want from Joey anyway? Last time I checked he was a musical prodigy and a pacifist." Grant said.

"But he still is the most promissing of all my children," his dad said with a smile.

Grant's eyes widened once again, as he realized what his dad had in mind.

"No, No, No, No! You are not doing that to him!" Grant seem angry for the first time in a long time, and struggled to get out of the robe, that bound him.

"That's up to me. You just have to find him and bring him back, and I'll never bother you agai..."

"I can't leave!" Grant said cutting his farther off again. "Someone has to keep him out of the trouble, you get him into!"

Deathstroke smiled.

Grant saw all the piece fall into place. "You knew, I would say that, didn't you?"

"I just considered the situation you were in. But yes, I knew you would say that. I know my own son after all."

Grant looked for a moment like he was going to beat his dad into next week, then he smiled. "No you don't know me, and you don't know Joseph!"

"Quit throwing a tantrum Grant, and let's get this over with." Said Rose as she walk into the room like she owned the place.

Grant smiled at the sight of her. Then he looked at his dad. The one eye promise punishment from hell, if he didn't do it.

"Okay, but it's not my fault it's going to be a failure."

"So does all people in your family have dad issu ... es?" Icicle jr. asked, but was cut of by a look from Rose.

"No," Grant said. "Me and Joey don't, we just want him to leave us alone. Rose on the other hand, want him to approve of her as a good assassin."

Tigeress let out a laugh.

"If you don't have dad issues, then what was it you had back there?"

Grant smilled at her. "Call it, overprotective big brother."

"What is it, that makes this Joseph Wilson, so important?" Aqualad asked.

Grant signed. "Let's just say he has speciel ... abillities, that dad think should be used."

Auqalad nodded, but did not seem to be content witn the answer.

He knew they were out there, waiting for him to come back with Joey. He just hoped his mom wouldn't find out right away. Having an assassin threaten him was one thing, having his military mom threaten him was a hundred times worse.

He knocked on the door. He could hear something run to the door, and his mother opened the door. "Grant?" She said surprised.

He smiled. "Did you expect someone else?"

She pulled him in the door and into the kitchen. "Joseph's gone!"

Grant's eyes widened. "What?"

"Some time ago, a morning, I went to wake him up, but he wasn't there!. And his guitar was gone!"

"What do you think happened?" Grant ask.

His mother look at him with almost wild eyes. "Your father. You father must have taken him!"

"No he didn't." Grant said, before he could stop himself.

His mother looked at him, as her expression got darker. "How do you know?"

Grant pulled his phone from his pucket. " Because..." he said, as he opened it. "... of this."

The screen showed a small message, where Joey asked Grant to have hot chocolate with him.

"If Joey really had been taken by dad, he wouldn't have sent me that."

She took the phone from his hand and stared at the screen it. "I suppose not, but why would Joseph just leave like that?"

"Because of you," Grant said.

His mother looked up at him. "What?"

"Because of you, mom." As he talked, he walked over to the coffeemachine and filled a cup. "He's 16 years old, but you treat him, like he's 5! You strangle him with the need you feel to protect him!" He paused and took a sip of the cup, given his mother time to speak.

"I'm not overprotective of him!"

"You're not? You bring him to school and pick him up after school! You don't let him go out after 9 p.m.! And He told me about the music school!"

"It was in New York!"

"He's 16 years old!" Grant managed to get his voice under control. "Look. I don't understand, why he wants to be a musician either. And yes, he probably, can't get every far, because of his ... problem, but this is something he wants to do."

"No!" His mother said. "That girl is just like HIM! And you nearly turned out like HIM!..." his mother yelled.

"And Joey is not turning out like HIM!" Grant cut her off, while mimicking her voice and clenched his hand into a fist, while looking dramatically at the ceiling. Whereafter he bursted into laughter.

Which he stopped, when he saw his mother angry face.

"Besides," he started and took another sip of his coffee, he needed to choose his words wisely. "What would dad want with Joey? I mean, Joey has proven time and time again, that even if he, by some every, every odd twist of fate, becomes an assassin. He would be the worst there ever was."

His mom nodded slowly. "Yes ... I ... guess, you're right." She said and smiled, no doubt thinking of how Joseph had always been forced into sport, but never were any good, at any of them.

"Joseph, is never going to get into the military, but ... he's never going to be a musician either. He always understood that." She hid her face in her hands, and Grant heared her low sobs.

He stared at her, then hugged her.

"He's ... confused, he's just trying to find himself..." He hadn't meant to comfort her, he had meant to set her straight about Joey, but he was weak to her tears.

He could feel her breath against his shirt. "Some of the people at the base, nearly discovered his ... abilities." She said with a trembling voice.

Grant turned stiff. Joey rarely use his powers and to have someone from the military discover it ... and if they found out about the their dad then ...!

He didn't even want to think about it.

"They didn't take him, did they?" His mother looked up at him.

He smiled and shook his head. If they tried, Joey would get away before they could blink, literally.

"I'll find him," he said.

His mother smiled through the tears, "Thank you," she said and hugged him again.

Grant stroke her hair, and then realized what he had promised.

He sighed on the inside, as he continued to stroking his mother's hair.

Not only had his brother disappeared! But he had just promised both an deadly assassin and an overprotective, military woman to find him and bring him back to them!