*This chapter has been remastered.

Teleporting into the building of heroes once more, Simon took a deep intake of air.

Sure he didn't need it, but a lot of people said it calms down "the nerves". He doesn't have nerves either. He isn't even nervous, he's feeling indifferent again. He just feels numb.

It was more of a passive boredom that went through his mind. He had been, seen and done almost anything this world could offer.

400,000 years give you that opportunity.

But his excitement with the world grew old, he outgrew earth's "surprises", and didn't bat an eye at most things on this planet.

That also applied to most planets in the universe, he had visited several billions of systems, but they only ever showed a relative similarity to the already boring earth.

The pesky humans on earth though were plain irritating and obnoxious, he had made that perfectly clear. No wonder they all get reincarnated back to this god-forsaken piece of dirt.

Finally deciding to enter the building, Simon was followed by the gazes of many people in the hallways.

The reaper wasn't particularly in a good mood for their judgmental, pish-posh attitudes today, however.

Needless to say, they all soon looked away as Simon sent a dark, murderous glare in their directions.

Talk about if death had a face...

Entering the meeting room he saw only a few members today, though he wasn't lucky enough to have the bat be absent. There he was, sitting in his chair with the most impassive face one could ever see, all with the posture of a looming gargoyle.

Oh joy.

Walking over he waved his finger around, pulling back a chair for himself and sitting down. The meeting began almost immediately with Mr. Kent, or superman as he liked to call himself, giving the opening for discussion.

They told him about the last few sightings of the murderer and Simon told them what he'd already had into action. An all out manhunt, all his reapers on the lookout and ordered to pursuit.

After consulting with some soul-keepers, he'd been able to center in the suspects. Not having much except being certain it was a demon or a rogue reaper.

Grims have already tracked down a few accomplices, humans. He wouldn't be surprised if the demon offered them eternal life or riches beyond their belief. It was just a pile of beautiful lies to get people on their side.

But the progress wasn't enough for shit. People were still disappearing and dying, but the numbers were going down by slim percentages. Not enough was being done and the supers wanted in on the action, and Simon didn't know how much longer he could keep them on leashes.

Batman was a problem all on his own as well.

Dick wasn't interested in meeting the billionaire Bruce Wayne, and to a certain degree Simon was pleased with the sentiment, but at the same time it was frustrating. He had to somehow give Batman a satisfying amount of contact, at least enough to leave his family be.

At least Dick had a say in this and said no, if he'd had no voice, well then custody matters would have to be arranged. He didn't want to have to do that, so he'd have to arrange for a call after the meeting to get Dick to tell his former guardian that.

Simon consumed in his thoughts, let the voices in the room drown out and fade, resting his chin on his clasped hands. Batman watched him silently, he could tell he'd had a lock on him since he entered the room. Needless to say, Simon didn't like that idea, however he knew better than to voice it.

His eyes narrowed once more and seemingly locked his jaw in place, probably for the best. Soon the rather peaceful meeting was interrupted by a holo-plane opening up in front of his face.

Blinking once in surprise, he took a quick glance around the room.

All the attention was on him.

Sighing, he pressed the plane once and he was bombarded with a screeching like noise on the other end. Soon he actually understood what language was being spoken, their afterlife tongue.

"English please", Simon gritted out as he pinched the bridge of his nose, headache imminent from the barrage of noise. The voices settled down again from their previous panic.

"Um, sorry. Uh", Mike's voice came through. "Uh! OH GOD! We have a situation!"

"What did you do this time?", Simon said as he flicked his wrist, gesturing to explain himself.

"Um, age regression, BUT IT'S MORE THAN I CAN HANDLE!", Mike yelled through the holo-plane as his voice was drowned out by screams. "Hey! PUT THAT DOWN!"

The sound of crashing pots and something similar to Blake yelping made Simon groan as he put his head in his hands.

"Bring him over", Simon muttered as he mentally cursed the grims in his house. May lightning strike them dead where they stand. "Bring the bag of supplies as well. If it's needed."

"It's needed", Michael responded in a rushed fashion, Simon sighed. It's not a good sign.

Hanging up he, looked around the room, seeing the attention was on him.

In a second he read their minds, and speak of the devil, the Flash opened his mouth to ask a question.

"Look", Simon said as he just rubbed his temples, cutting off Barry. "Do not ask."

A portal suddenly opened up glowing a faint yellow, Michael was coming through. As the blonde walked through the portal, he carried a small bundle in his arms and a bag in the other.

Standing up and walking over, Simon swiftly took the small bundle and the bag in the other hand. He looked up the the younger, curly haired man, giving him a consoling smile at seeing his disheveled state.

"Thank you Michael. For the moment, just go back to work. I'll handle him", Simon said as he waved a hand back towards the portal.

Mike nodded apologetically, but grateful as his shoulders drooped losing tension and staggered back to the portal. Thank god, Michael thought to himself as he cracked his back. Anymore and I think the kid would've killed me...

As the portal closed on the other side, Simon took the time to look at the bundle in his arm, smiling fondly at it. Bouncing it up slightly, frowning as he realized the inconvenience this would be. Dick wouldn't be able to call today.

Walking back to the table he set the bag down next to his legs and adjusted the bundle in his arms, ready to continue with the meeting. But instead he only got looks from the other heroes. Batman slowly stood from his chair, mouth slightly opened in disbelief.
Reading their minds once more he spoke, "Yes, this is Dick Grayson."

He sighed as collective shock spread around the room.

A/N- Alright so again, stuff changed and I'm finally melding the story to where I want it. I'm sorry the wait has been long, but I'm dealing with a lot at the moment, i'm burnt out, but I'll update soon I promise. Please rate and review, tell me what you think of the remastering. I'll be back soon.