Pebblekit: Hello again! Thanks to all of you that have stuck around this long. A special thank you to anyone that favorited or added this story to their alert list. A mega-awesome-special thank you to anyone that reviewed. You have no idea how much your comments help me to improve and are appreciated. As for this chapter, the story line is finally starting to get moving. This chapter in particular was kind of difficult for me. A lot of the things Dick talks about, we just went over in the last one, so I tried to make it…not repetitive. Damian is still rather hard for me to pin down sometimes, especially when he's actually getting emotional, and this is also my first time writing Jason, so I hope that it all comes across okay. If there are any problems, please let me know. Now, on to the story!

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The Antics of Speedsters and Robins

Chapter 3

(Jason Todd) (Three years before season two of "Young Justice")

Jason had heard stories of the Robin that came before him. There was no way he could have been in the business for more than a few days without gaining some sort of information about his predecessor. But he had never actually met Dick Grayson in person. He hadn't been allowed to join Young Justice for almost four months after he'd taken to patrol the first time. And since, then, the older boy had ended up being mysteriously absent every time Jason was at Mount Justice. Whether it was because he was on a mission, had to stay late at school (where, strangely enough for such a small campus, Jason still hadn't run into him), was hanging out with Wally, or any number of stupid excuses the other members of the team came up with.

But Alfred kept pictures around. Enough of them for Jason to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that it was in fact Dick Grayson standing in front of him. His back was to Jason, but his face was reflected slightly in the glass before him. His stance was comfortable and slightly tense, almost like he was ready for a fight. Maybe he was.

Jason could understand why. After all, Dick had been fired for something outside of his control. Bruce had gotten pissed off when the first Robin had been unable to give aid in Gotham one night, too busy helping his team in another country. He'd already been neck-deep in a plot perpetrated by Lex Luthor. There was no way he would have been able to pull out. Bruce had simply struck out in aggravation. In the few weeks that followed, the man realized he'd made a terrible mistake – two, as he hadn't only fired Dick, but had kicked him out of the manor too. By the time Bruce was willing to admit that and asked his ward to come home…Dick, surprising everyone with a newfound rebelliousness he'd never had before, refused, saying that he was well settled in at Mount Justice at that point.

So, Bruce started brooding even more than was normal for him, trying to fix everything while still not actually apologizing. And if Batman became a little more brutal than usual over the next month or so, no one, save Commissioner Gordon, mentioned it.

It was by random chance that Jason Todd had chosen a night during that very same month to steal the tires off the Batmobile.

He still wasn't entirely sure why it had seemed like a good idea at the time. Looking back, he really did feel like an idiot. He was lucky Batman hadn't decided to flay him alive right then and there (not that Batman ever actually killed anyone, but he was still the stuff of nightmares to all criminals in Gotham). Instead, Jason had been shrouded in a tall shadow that night for hardly a second before he realized exactly who had come up behind him as he had started pulling the last tire. He'd turned, slowly, scared stiff, until he saw both his childhood hero and fear all in one terrible moment.

Batman was staring down at him, his head cocked slightly to the side, studying him. Jason was well aware that, right then, Bruce – not Batman – had probably been struck by déjà vu, thinking Dick had come back to him in a smaller, younger form. They looked a lot alike, after all. That was most likely the only reason that Jason had gained a home that night. Because Bruce was lonely.

He knew that. He'd thought often about the boy that had had to lose that very same home to make it possible.

But he'd never actually pictured what would happen when the two of them met. Now, that reality was staring him in the face. Or, it would be, if Dick would just turn around and stop staring at his old Robin suit. Jason knew the older teen was aware of his presence. He couldn't not be. Even if he hadn't heard him walking up, he'd probably seen Jason's reflection. As it was now though, they were at a standstill.

Finally, Dick cocked his head to the side, very much like Bruce had that night. His voice was quiet, and Jason wasn't entirely sure he was actually being spoken to. "I always wanted to be able to stand on my own. I couldn't do it after the circus. I had to take and hold someone's hand, rely on them."

The circus. That…terrible, terrible night. Even Jason, who had lived on the streets his whole life and never really known his family…For all the times he'd imagined living happily with parents that loved him, maybe a sibling or two, aunts and uncles at the holidays…he couldn't picture having all of that, and then having it all torn away in one horrible second. Or being the sole survivor of the incident (not counting an uncle that was in a coma and probably always would be).

Dick had stopped for a moment, obviously gathering himself, but he eventually pressed on. "I told myself that I never wanted to be that helpless again."

"You're not," Jason said before he could stop himself. After all, Dick was capable of going on missions by himself with no back up and coming back with nary a scratch. He had stood by Batman's side for almost seven years and proven himself worthy of being the Dark Knight's partner. Not sidekick, but partner. He was the farthest thing from 'helpless' that Jason could think of at the moment.

He could see Dick's lips curl up into a parody of a smile and found himself hoping that it was just the reflection off the glass that made the expression look so much like the Joker's insane grin. "Oh…but I am, aren't I? At the end of all things…I couldn't protect myself. All it took was one word from Bruce, and all I had worked to build came tumbling down around me."

Oh. Oh.

Jason wasn't really sure what he could say to that. Because Dick was right. Absolutely right.

Suddenly, the encased Robin uniform behind the glass seemed much too bright for the dark cave around them. It was all bright reds, greens, and yellows. Much different that the red and black one Jason was wearing right then, and the one he knew Dick had worn later in his career. Jason had always envied the boy that wore that outfit. Even since he himself had taken over the name, he'd always been jealous of Dick, for being there first, for being Bruce's favorite, for having so many friends at Young Justice. Now, though…This was not what he had expected of his predecessor at all. The was no superiority. No judgment. Or slyness. Nothing like that. And Jason didn't really know how to react to that.

Dick's head fell a little, his gaze switching to the ground as his hand came up to gently touch the glass, just the tips of his fingers. As though he couldn't bring himself to press any closer. "I always wanted to be just like him. Until Operation: Failsafe. And then…I realized I didn't want to be the Batman anymore. Never."

Operation: Failsafe had been entered into Mount Justice's computer approximately three years before. Jason knew without having to check because he'd happened across it not too long ago and had been more than curious. It was the only mission file that had been closed and blocked entirely from access. Not even the original members were allowed to look at the records without express permission from Batman. And something told him that he'd never get that. Jason was not a hacker like his predecessor. At all. Though he wanted to learn. Bruce had kept saying he'd teach Jason, but so far…

Maybe he should ask Dick. Something of an olive branch to extend between them, perhaps. Though Jason didn't really have anything against the older teen. And he certainly didn't care if Dick did against him. No, not at all. He had nothing to prove to the older teen.

But still…that was a weird thing to say. "Why not?"

Dick's fingertips pressed more firmly into the glass, but his gaze remained downturned. "What do you know about that mission?"

"Nothing, really," Jason replied. There really was no point in lying right then. Besides, the way Dick's shoulders were slumping slightly, he looked a little like a kicked puppy.

Jason…didn't mind puppies that much.

Besides, maybe Dick could give him some answers.

A short, bitter laugh came from the older teen, sudden enough that Jason jumped slightly. "Of course not. Bruce didn't want any of you to know about how his plan screwed up because of a few kids. Never mind that it might actually be important for all of you to study and think about I…I want you all to know. So that you can understand. So that it's not all just locked away. Kicked under a rug and forgotten." He stopped then, a choked sound coming out before he violently cut it off.

Jason's eyes had gone wide under his mask. A moment ago, Dick had been fading into the darkness of the Batcave. Which wasn't so hard to believe, as he was wearing the all-black bodysuit he'd been using since Jason had taken Robin, his mask clenched in the hand that wasn't planted on the glass case. There'd been talk of him making a comeback as another hero, but nothing had happened so far. But now…now, his face popped back up and Jason could tell that he was glaring openly. At his reflection or the Robin suit in front of him, Jason wasn't sure, but it was an unnerving sight. Something told him that this was not an expression that showed up on Dick's face very often.

He was angry. And sad. That much was obvious. But Jason had no idea why. What could possibly have happened in that mission?

"…I won't forget," he answered once he'd managed to work up the nerve.

For the first time, Dick's eyes drifted to Jason's reflection. And…wow, that was a rather dark blue. Maybe it was a trick of the light.

"Are you sure you want to know?" the older teen asked, voice quiet again.

"Yes," and Jason tried not to sound too eager in his almost immediate response. This may be his only chance to find out about the mission.

Dick blinked, eyes searching, as though to ensure that Jason really was ready to hear whatever it was he had to say. After a moment, the corner of his lip drew up in the remnant of a smirk that Jason had seen in at least a couple of pictures, but it was halfhearted at best. Still, he started to speak, gaze drifting back to the Robin suit in the case. "It was a mental exercise, created by Martian Manhunter, but designed by Batman. He fed it into our minds through Miss Martian. It…felt so real."

So…like virtual reality? Jason didn't speak his question out loud, but he was trying to picture it.

Dick continued. "We apparently all knew it was fake going in, but…we forgot."

Jason blinked, because…what? "How?" He asked before he could stop himself.

Dick's posture didn't change. His fingertips were still boring into the glass of the case, turning white. "It was an alien invasion exercisedesigned to get worse, no matter what we did. A no-win scenario, if you will. We saw the Justice League…destroyed. All of them. Killed. Just like that."

An uncomfortable feeling started forming in a knot at the bottom of Jason's stomach. He swallowed it down and didn't say anything as Dick took a pause before going on.

"It hurt, but…not as much as it should have. It wasn't until later, when we started trying to actually stop the attack, that it all fell apart. We all fell apart. Wolf and Artemis died, and M'gann…M'gann screamed."

Dick's entire palm started pressing again the glass then, and Jason felt that feeling in his stomach jump up into his chest. Because, from the way Dick said that word, Jason could tell that there was a lot more weight behind it.

"It echoed," Dick went on, eyes closing and his forehead slumping again, this time thumping into the case, "through all of our brains, multiplied in each other's minds over and over. And something…snapped. Suddenly, everything was real. Batman…Bruce really had died. Artemis was gone. Forever. All of them…We tried to keep going. Even Roy tried to help, but…there was no end to it." There, his eyes opened, his hand pushing so hard that Jason wondered if spider web cracks would appear in the glass.

"Soon, we lost Kaldur and Conner. We found J'onn unconscious in the Justice League headquarters, but everyone else…was really gone. And the others looked to me as leader."

And that…that…

Wow.

That…would have been horrible. Jason knew that Dick had been passed up as the original leader of Young Justice due to his age and inexperience with teams. To suddenly gain that position because of something so terrible, at such a bad time…Jason tried to tell himself that he would have been able to handle it, had it been him. But, the more he thought about it – about Artemis's brusque laughter, Kaldur's guiding hand, Connor's grumpy face (that was slowing growing less grumpy as time went on) – all just being…gone…These were people he had worked with the last few months. People he was starting to know as friends. For Dick…It must have been much worse.

"Actually…I got leadership after Kaldur died. I…I ordered Connor to try and take out those beams. I knew he wouldn't be able to get them all. He knew that. But, it was either him or all of us and the troops trying to help out. He bought us time. And I…It was my fault he died." And Dick sounded so lost there.

That uncomfortable feeling was rapidly moving into Jason's throat by then. He didn't understand a lot of what he was being told. A lot of the details were lost on him. And yet…the entirety of the story was bad enough with them. To actually be there… He'd lost many people on the streets throughout the years, but nothing he'd experienced even came closed to this. He was man enough to admit that. "No. You were trying to protect as many as you could. You can't blame yourself for that."

"Logically, I know that," Dick answered, still staring blankly at that glass. "But…It was all so…It just kept going. We found the Mother Ship, and I told M'gann and J'onn to stay behind. I took Wally and Roy into the ship with me, even though I knew there would most likely be no coming back out. Roy didn't even make it through the entrance. He pushed me and Wally ahead, took the hit by himself. In the end…I set the ship to blow up. But it did no good. Another Mother Ship appeared after the first was gone and M'gann and J'onn were all alone. All but two of us dead. Four of those on my hands. And nothing at all had been accomplished."

That…Jason honestly had no idea what to say. He was having trouble getting any words past the lump in his throat. But…he had to know. Because Dick, Wally, M'gann…everyone was still here. So… "How did you wake up?" his voice was much more of a whisper than he'd anticipated. He honestly hadn't thought Dick had heard him until the older teen answered. Finally, he turned around to do so, meeting Jason's gaze for the first time.

"J'onn came into the dream to pull us out. When he got there…our emotions overruled his mind, just as they had our own as well. He also forgot it was fake. Once all of us were dead except for M'gann, it became quiet enough for him to remember what was happening. So he killed her."

Jason's eyes widened further than he'd thought possible. He'd met J'onn, and he couldn't see the Martian doing that, especially not to his niece. "What?!"

"He punched through her stomach and shocked her out of the dream. We all woke back up in Mount Justice, freaking out and thinking we were in purgatory or something. I didn't actually believe it when Batman told us we were still alive."

To have one's reality so thoroughly destroyed…To live with that, to try and grow stronger from it…Emotions…Thoughts…Jason hadn't realized they were so powerful. And the fact that the file had been closed for him, so that Dick had to tell the story for Jason to know…was cruel. It was cruel to the team that had to go through it. Now he understood why any of the older members got so freaked out when anyone got close to real danger on a mission. At made so much more sense now.

Dick was looking at him, and really, his eyes really were that dark of a blue. Unnervingly so. Thank goodness he wore a mask on patrol, or someone would be able to recognize him with no difficulty.

The older teen seemed to be studying him again before he went on: "I finally was made leader. And I ended up sacrificing all of my friends. I tried talking to Bruce about it, and he said it was necessary. That I shouldn't let it bother me, but…" he slumped backwards, leaning against the glass case that was now behind him. "It does. A lot. And that's when I understood that Batman…Bruce…has this…need. To sacrifice everything important to him, as though to prove he can. That it won't make him weak. I can't be like that. I don't want to be like that."

"…You don't want to be Batman."

"No. I don't need him anymore. Nor do I need Robin. They will both always hold a huge part of my heart. But it's time for me to move on. You're Robin now. Bruce is Batman. I am someone else."

And it was then that Jason realized Dick was helpless. Right at that moment. He was prostrating himself in front of Jason, vulnerable in the Batcave, which, so far as Jason knew, he hadn't been in since Robin had been taken from him. He was giving his successor ammunition against him. Jason could tell anyone and everyone on the team just how broken Dick had been this night, and no one would ever look at Dick the same way again. Even if they had gone through the same thing.

Until now, Dick had been shrouded in obscurity, having an air around him that made him seem almost perfect, especially in the past couple of years. Jason could destroy that. Dick had given him the means to. Bruce had already torn down everything else Dick had built outside Young Justice. Jason could uproot the rest of it. At least plant the seeds to do so.

And Dick had allowed it.

The level of trust he was showing right then…was unbelievable.

Jason swallowed again, feeling the weight of what had been given to him. "Thank you," he managed. "For telling me all of this." For putting both of us on the same level.

Because Jason hadn't built anything yet. And, like Dick, he hadn't had anything before he came here either. Now, they were about equal, at least here, away from Young Justice. And that…was a relief, in an odd way.

Dick smirked a bit at him. Really smirked, this time. It was at once familiar and new. "No problem, bro." And…yeah, they really were like brothers now, weren't they? Jason had imagined siblings, and, while none of them had been quite like Dick…maybe they could be. "At least something good came out of all of that chaos, though."

"Really? What?" Besides gaining a healthy respect for emotions and mental exercises.

"I told Wally who I really was, right before the ship we were on blew up."

Jason stared. "You…did?" Dick, as well as an awesome crime fighter, was also supposed to be some sort of golden boy too, according to almost everyone else. And yet, he had broken Bruce's second biggest rule? Jason hadn't even realized that Kid Flash knew Dick's identity, much less how or when that had happened. Apparently, the loud mouthed speedster could actually keep a secret.

Dick's smirk grew so that it was a lot more amused looking. "Yep. Kind of wish I did it on my own terms, mind you, like…at any OTHER time, but…" he shrugged, and then glanced up at a camera that was in the corner of that section.

Jason blanched a bit, but managed to hide it physically. He had completely forgotten that Bruce was probably recording everything. Dick apparently hadn't, though. And he'd said all of that right out in the open. A bit of revenge, it seemed, seeing as though Bruce hadn't wanted Jason to know any of this.

But…Jason had seen Dick's behavior. This hadn't just been about getting back at Bruce. He'd honestly wanted to tell Jason and Jason alone.

Dick's face grew softer and he awkwardly shuffled his feet for a moment. Jason was suddenly reminded that the older teen was still only sixteen. "Anyway, I've got to be going. I've got a mission in a couple of hours. It was nice to meet you, Robin."

That…somehow sounded wrong coming out of Dick's mouth. "Jason. You can call me Jason."

Dick smiled widely at him. A smile that could easily light up even the dreariness of the Batcave. "Alright. Jason. See you around."

Jason blinked, and Dick was gone.

About a week after that, Nightwing made his debut in Bludhaven during a particularly nasty case that he and Kid Flash managed all on their own.

(Damian Wayne) (Fifteen years after the end of "Young Justice")

Damian honestly couldn't remember the last time his hands had actually sweated. He'd probably set some world record that had been screwed up once he went over the evidence on the flash-drive Iris West had given him. But…but…

This was it. She had done it. Somehow, she had managed to find what he'd been looking for over the past two years.

He figured it was probably because she was a speedster, and so had noticed something he had not, even though it had been right in front of him this whole time.

Never mind that he couldn't have been expected to notice something moving that fast.

He should have looked harder, especially after he'd heard Wally's after-voice. He'd slowed down all of the security footage then, so why hadn't he discovered this?

But…the how and why was unimportant at this point. The fact was, now he had what he'd been looking for. Now he could prove his theories.

Pennyworth seemed to agree with him, at least. Damian was explaining the findings to the butler.

"When Grayson and Harper found West the first time he disappeared, they did so by following a certain bit of evidence."

"Indeed, young master," Pennyworth sounded thoughtful as he stared at the screen of the Bat Computer, which was currently displaying the results of a scan Batman had done on the Antarctic area after West had vanished. "I recall it as being some sort of strange distortion that we had never encountered before."

Damian nodded. "Correct. We had thought that it had come from West, due to him hitting speeds faster than any speedster previously. But, as it turned out, it ended up being from him ripping a hole in reality. He slipped into the space between parallel worlds, and when he did, some of that space slipped back through to us. The distortion is caused by the two planes of existence meeting."

"If you don't mind my asking, Master Damian, what does this have to do with the current cases you are working on?" There wasn't any impatience there, or disbelief. Just honest curiosity. And hope. Something Pennyworth hadn't revealed for over a year and a half regarding Damian's work.

The corner of Damian's mouth quirked up slightly, not quite a smirk. "Everything. According to the scan Batman took of the street West disappeared on this last time, and the scan I took of the room Grayson disappeared in, that same distortion appears in both places." He pressed a button to bring up both of those scans, and then another that highlighted the areas where the distortion had been found. Nothing appeared.

Pennyworth seemed to notice and his eyes narrowed. "Forgive me sir, but I don't see anything worth note."

Damian nodded. "Neither did I. But Iris West did. The distortion is there. We can't see them right now because the planes that meet are both doing so at super speed."

Pennyworth, for once, was visibly startled. Damian blinked at the unusual occurrence and had to reign himself in to hide his surprise when the butler looked over at him. "Why is that?"

"I'm not sure yet. That didn't happen back in Antarctica. But, if I speed the footage up…" which he did, and suddenly, a strange sort of blur appeared on screen. "There it is."

Pennyworth turned his gaze back to the screen and fell silent for several minutes. "That's…I…honestly don't know what to say."

"That makes two of us," Damian sighed, slouching back into his seat. And if he sounded and looked a little (or a lot) like Grayson there, neither brought it up.

Suddenly, there was a heavy clunk from above, followed by solid footsteps. Bruce had come home and was heading down. Damian straightened his posture and turned around to face the foot of the stairs. Within seconds his father appeared, face grim after a long day of work. Damian opened his mouth to call out, but Pennyworth beat him to it.

"Master Bruce, Master Damian has finally hit a rather big break in his case."

"Courtesy of Iris West." And it really burned to admit that, but he didn't want his father to find out later.

Bruce stopped short, looked to the computer, and blinked. He obviously realized exactly what was going on, recognizing the distortion and both camera feeds. He stared for a long moment before looking back down at Damian. "You can't be sure about this. You didn't secure the evidence. You have no idea where Iris could have gotten this."

"I found it on our personal feeds too," Damian answered, referring to the copies of the scans they'd kept exclusively on the Bat Computer where no one else had access to them. "The distortion only appears in super speed. Once Iris figured that out, I was able to apply it to all other existing copies of the data."

Bruce fell silent, looking at Damian, then Pennyworth, then the screen, and then all over again. The quiet must have gone on for several moments before Alfred broke it. "Sir?"

"…I don't believe it," Bruce stated.

Damian blinked. "What?"

"Sir," Pennyworth said again, voice the tiniest bit strained, "the evidence is right in front of you."

"I understand, but…I can't believe it."

That couldn't be right. Bruce – BATMAN – ignoring evidence? "WHY NOT?!" And no, Damian did NOT sound like a petulant child there at all, thank you very much.

And Bruce…buckled. There was no other word for the way his entire body just seemed to deflate without actually changing position at all. "I can't, Damian."

It clicked. He couldn't. As in…he still couldn't get his hopes up just to have them crushed.

Two years ago, Damian would have had more sympathy. He actually did.

But now…things were different now. He had evidence. More than he had had before. Bruce was being willfully blind, which was why so many others during the last couple of years had refused to help. Jai and Artemis West, Barbara Gordon, Brown, Drake, both Kents…So many had turned a blind eye in the hope of saving themselves a bit of pain. And he'd been abundantly lenient with all of them.

Now, though…Now, he was pissed. Bruce couldn't keep turning his back. He just couldn't. It wasn't fair.

"Life's not fair, Dami. But, I promise. I'll try to be as fair to you as I can."

Damian's breath stalled at Grayson's voice echoing through his head. That had happened more than a few times throughout the last couple of years. But not in quite a while. And never as clearly or loudly as this instance had been. It was…mind numbing, really. Damian had to work quite hard to pull himself together, and by the time he had, Bruce was looking everywhere else other than him.

"I…I just can't. You…you wouldn't understand."

That. Was. It.

"No, father. I DO understand. Grayson…was important to me. He took me on when even you wouldn't." Bruce's gaze flicked back to him, wide eyed and upset, but jaw and stance still and tight. He wasn't going to change his mind. But he was listening. Something he hadn't done in two years. Since Grayson left. That was a start. "I will do whatever I can to bring him home."

"There's no evidence that he actually went through the tear, though. Just because one was ripped, that doesn't mean Dick is on the other side of it." Bruce…sounded sad, but he was obviously trying to hold himself together.

Damian already knew that. He'd weighed the odds against each other. It had already occurred to him that Grayson could, in fact, be dead. But, there was still that after-voice he had heard. It was possible that Grayson had said something on the other side, and it had slipped back to theirs. Just as possible as him not doing so.

Those odds weren't good by any stretch of the imagination. But they were good enough. Too good to discount entirely.

"I know that," he said, choosing his words carefully, "but there's a chance he did. And as long as there is the smallest possibility, I won't give up until I know for sure."

Pennyworth was still standing next to him, watching Bruce grimly. Not choosing sides. But not leaving Damian's either.

Bruce's eyes pierced through him for another moment before he nodded slowly, sighing. "I…I know. I respect your decision. But…I just…can't help you."

No apologies. Just…denial. As usual.

Damian wished he'd managed to make it hurt less every time his father did that over the time he'd spent in Gotham. Maybe if he ever saw Drake again, he could ask if the older boy had managed it and how. His pride could take a hit for that. Or, better yet, he'd ask Grayson.

Grayson, who would never hold it against him and would probably never mention it again.

Grayson. He seemed so much closer now than he had since that day, so long ago.

Bruce had turned away and continued on towards the shower area. He'd always preferred using the ones down here than the overwhelmingly ornate ones upstairs in the actual manor. Just before he disappeared through the door separating the two areas, however, he paused.

"I really do hope you find him."

And then he was gone.

It was so quiet that Damian wasn't entirely sure he'd actually heard it. Regardless, he nodded slightly and turned back towards the computer. Maybe if he honed the computer's scans more, he'd be able to pick up some other clues.

Pennyworth set a hand on his shoulder before heading off towards the stairs. "I'll bring down some hot chocolate," the old man stated as he went.

"Thank you, Pennyworth," Damian answered without even really thinking. His fingers were already flying over the Bat Computer's keyboard fervently.

Author's Note: Thank you again to everyone that has made it this for with this story. In the next chapter, things will (hopefully…) start moving a little more. I hope this chapter wasn't boring, what with "Failsafe" being brought up again. Originally, Jason's section was actually supposed to be a part with Roy, but I decided to push that back a little and switch this one up to here, even if it meant dredging up "Failsafe" again so soon. Everything just fit together a little better that way, so I hope no one minds. Jason actually will be a part of this story too, which is why I went ahead and introduced him here. He and Dick…still have issues, but it will be different than the comics. Anyway, I hope you'll stick around for the next chapter! Thanks again!