Chapter 6
A/N Ok so I know this chapter is late, but I didn't really have a plot or time but now we are in summer vacation. However, some things will be changing, the biggest being the tense of the story, it's no longer present tense but past tense. Also I don't appreciate flames but if you want to say something go ahead and say it, I won't stop you. And finally, the story will probably only be told in Dick's point of view from this point on. Anyways enjoy. (This is just a section that sets up what's to come)
I didn't know what to do anymore. I felt lost. My brother had just been turned into little more than a toddler and the only person who could possibly help us was an egotistic bitch. Aside from that, though, there was also the pending relationship we had to come to terms with. And yet we couldn't do that until he was back to his full age again and even then there was the problem with his memories. I'd never really know how he felt if couldn't remember who he was. Maybe to him this relationship was just some sort of protection, a way to latch onto somebody that couldn't refuse him. He had already been through so much, the pain must have built up to the point where he just wanted to forget, forget it all, all of us, including me. But here he was, a mere child, and forevermore miserable even if he didn't know it yet.
Tim and Damian had been sent away for a while; they didn't need to see Talia. She had already hurt them both drastically…well her to her son and her father to Tim. But so long as I was alive, none of that would be happening again.
I waited by the door to Bruce's office to find out the news. Jason was with them. Apparently, Bruce had told Talia everything over the phone line. If luck was with us, she had brought something that would reverse the aging process. Owing her any favors, though, never bode well with me. She would come back to charge it, I knew it and furthermore Bruce knew it. By then, however, I would be gone and Jason too. It was time for a fresh start for both of us. He deserved it more than me, it just so happened that I would be accompanying him.
I don't know how much time passed by but I awoke from my half-conscious state to Talia's voice. She and Bruce were walking out of the office. "Listen beloved, this is not a common effect of the pits but it's not rare either. The shot I gave him will reverse the process and he'll be back to his full age in a matter of days…but as for his memories I don't know. The most likely result is that they'll never return."
"Are you sure about that?" Bruce asked skeptically.
Talia was carrying, no cradling, Jason in her arms. He was a small child. "It's the most probable outcome. But look on the bright side; he won't ever have to remember everything your war put him through. It's a blessing in disguise, if you ask me."
Bruce cringed at her comment. "Thank you Talia," he bit his tongue, I could tell, "you may leave now."
"Anytime beloved," she kissed his cheek. "Anytime." She handed Bruce Jason and then turned to me. "How you've grown Richard. Pity." She left.
"So what now?" I asked Bruce.
"We wait," he said handing me Jason. "There's nothing we can do."
There's nothing you can do, I didn't say, but there's something I can. Looking at the child in my arms, big green emerald eyes glistening of innocence and hidden fear, I knew what I had to do. It was the only thing that could be done. We had to run, run away, from all of this and try something normal for a change. There would be problems and Bruce would surely give chase, but I've always been the most agile. He wouldn't find us and even if he did, we'd no longer be the same.