I spent the entire train ride to Saint Louis finishing this chapter. I'm sorry it took so long, though.

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The Teen Titans started heading back to the Tower, with my 'brothers' and I following a few yards back.

"Really, you guys came back just to find me? OR was that an afterthought?"

I still wasn't completely buying this. I pretty sure even Dick is not that run by emotions...

"Ummm... It was only because of you..." Of course, I have been wrong before...

"Tt. We didn't actually mean to get sent back. We were attempting to question Warp on your whereabouts, and he seemed to think sending us to the same place and time was the best answer..."

"Along with getting rid of three of the most experienced fighters in that particular battle." Tim finished the statement for Damian, gaining a glare from the kid.

… I had sort of forgotten how hilarious their fighting could be.

"Wait, who's 'Warp'?"

"Oh, he's the criminal that sent you back to begin with. I fought him a few times in my Titan days... He never had the weird TARDIS ray gun before, though..."

Okay, so that was who sent me back... I would be lying if I said I wasn't the least bit curious, even after so long...

"So, why'd it take you guys so long to find me? Or did you just not realize I was gone?" Was there a slightly bitter tone is the second question? Yeah, but I thinking being stuck in the past for two years is a reason to be a bit upset.

"... What do you mean, 'so long'?" Dick looked honestly confused.

"I think two years is a bit long by any standards." Now they were all staring at me with shocked expressions...

"T-two years?!" Dick chocked out. "That... That's not right! You've only been missing two months!"

Tim suddenly swore quietly.

"Augh, this is time travel. We were sent two years later than he was..."

There was silence for a moment, before Dick spoke out, annoyance lacing his voice.

"Well, you know what... Time travel sucks!"

I snorted in response.

"You didn't have to tell me that, Goldie."

Dick's younger self stopped walking with the Titans, holding back to speak with the brothers trailing behind.

"We need to talk," he said sternly, glaring at me.

"Yeah, kid?" I responded, crossing my arms in front of me as I returned the glare.

"How exactly do you know for sure that this is the man you are looking for?" he directed his question directly at Nightwing, taking him by surprise.

"Well... He's acting like Jay."

Robin stared at him oddly.

"... He could be pretending, you know..."

Dick crossed his own arms.

"Well, I doubt anyone other than him would use the same nicknames."

I could tell that Tim was rolling his eyes behind his mask.

"I don't really know of anyone else who calls me 'Replacement'..."

I put an arm around Tim's shoulder, pulling him towards me, much to the teen's annoyance.

"Well, I was the only one you replaced, Babybird."

"This is definitely Jason," he deadpanned, not bothering to even attempt to get out of my hold.

"Someone could have found out how he usually acts and talks like and imitated it! You can't exactly know if he's using a voice changer and wearing a full face mask,"

How exactly did this always-suspicious kid grow up to be the trusting to a fault Dick Grayson I know?

"You want me to take off my mask? Sure, whatever."

I reached up with the arm that wasn't still holding Tim, pulling my mask, and the voice changer attached to it, off over my head.

"Happy now?" I asked as my black hair flopped onto my face.

"Jay! You stopped wearing a mask underneath your mask!" Dick outburst suddenly.

"So this is him?" Robin asked, still eying me suspiciously.

"Yes, this is Jason," Tim growled out. "Who I would greatly appreciate if he thought about maybe letting me go,"

Rolling my eyes, I released Tim, who straightened, huffing in annoyance.

"Thank you,"

Ignoring the kid-Dick's narrowed eyes, I turned to Nightwing.

"So, how much exactly does the mini-you know?" I asked, leaning against the top of Tim's head. The kid made a move to get me off, then froze, muttering something about 'not being worth it'.

"I told him... me a basic summary of the Robin progression..." he responded, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Did this summary explain how you went from being a tight ass to being... well, normal you?"

Dick's younger self's mouth dropped open.

"I-I'm not a tight ass! He's just way too laid back!"

Dick started staring at his counterpart as Damian chuckled quietly.

"No I'm not!" he sputtered out.

"The only time I've seen you act serious was when you were talking about someone dying, and you changed topics as soon as possible! It is nearly impossible to trust your judgments, since they are almost all completely based on emotions-"

"You seem to forget that I'm you," Dick interrupted in a cold voice. "As thus, I know all about you. A lot more than you know about me. And, let me say, while I may lean on my emotions sometimes, empathy is my main motivation. You? If I remember correctly, you're mainly motivated by anger and hatred."

The kid recoiled as if hit.

"Wha-What do you mean?"

"Your anger at Bruce. Your hatred of Slade and other criminals. That is what is driving you right now, not a love of helping others or worry for innocent people." The only times I had ever seen Dick get so upset was when Tim, Damian, or I were in danger. Or when he used to have fights with Bruce when I first became Robin...

"If you don't slow down and realize what is really important, your life is going to pass you by without you actually getting to enjoy it. That isn't living. That's how you become like Bruce," Silence rang out after Dick stopped speaking. He started walking faster afterwards, nearly storming off.

Watching him leave, I lifted my arm from Tim's head and turned to the teen.

"I'm going to go talk to him," Tim nodded, and I hurried after Dick.

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As he watched Jason run off to speak with Dick, Tim realized that this left him with Damian and the angsty young Dick.

The angsty young Dick who had just been yelled at by his older self, and would most likely be rather testy now.

"Thanks, guys," he muttered under his breath as he watched his two older brothers walk ahead of them.

"Who does he think he is, telling me I'm acting like Bruce?" Robin growled, mostly to himself, but Tim and Damian could hear him perfectly fine as well.

"Perhaps you haven't noticed, but he is you." Damian quipped, his arms crossed.

"Yes, but... augh, you two wouldn't understand!" he started stomping forward, but Tim grabbed his arm before he could get very far.

"Why wouldn't we?" he asked firmly.

"A Batman fanboy and Bruce's real son? As if you two would know how much of a stubborn-"

"-a stubborn ass Father can be?" Damian interrupted, laughing bitterly. "Not know? As if it is not extremely obvious after speaking with him for only a few minutes!"

Robin blinked.

"... What?"

"What Damian's saying," Tim stepped forward. "is that Bruce doesn't get much better at patience and understanding. He tries, yeah, but... he's still himself."

"Grayson knows Father best; if he would compare himself to him, than there is definitely something behind what he is saying."

Robin was frozen for a moment, before suddenly stomping off to rejoin the Titans.

"... A bit of a stubborn ass, isn't he?" Damian asked.

"Yeah."

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"Dick, what exactly just happened?" I asked upon catching up with him.

"I just forgot how much of jerk I was," he answered, glaring at his feet.

"Was that sort of response really necessary for him just being paranoid with a guy that had never really been the most trustworthy? I did steal your suit, dude."

Dick sighed, then turned to me with a sad expression.

"I worked so hard to just let this part of my life go, to try to forget it ever happened. I made so many mistakes, hurt so many people I wish I hadn't..." he shook his head. "This is just... reminding me. I wanted to put this behind me. Hell, the only thing left from this time period that can completely screw over my mental health is Slade!"

I hesitantly put a hand on his shoulder.

"Well, you know you change eventually, right?" Dick nodded slowly. "Well, then, let's just ignore the jerkiness of your past self and go back to Tim and Damian before they kill each other."

"... Good idea," Dick turned back to where we had left our two brothers, only to see no one there.

"... Did they start walking with the Titans?" I pondered out loud as Dick jogged over to the team.

"Have any of you seen Red Robin and Robin?" I heard him ask desperately as I walked away from them and towards where we last saw Tim and Damian.

"I left them back there..." Dick's younger self's voice rang out behind me as I nearly tripped on a circular object laying on the cement ground. Picking it up, I could feel the blood rushing from my face.

"Nightwing," I called out shakingly. "You might want to see this..."

He rushed over, and I placed the disc in his hand. I saw him pale as he recognized the insigna.

"S-Slade," he chocked out. "Slade."