A/N: Hey guys, you know what this means, right? I'm currently on the last chapter and am waiting to hear back from my beta on the others. I had a whole speal written and spell checked but my computer is fucking up again so I'm going to just hurry this intro up before it crashes again. GAH! I HATE LAPTOPS! Just know that I will post the next chapter next week and I might not start the next story until some time next year.

Previously on Forgot Not Forgotten:

James is ready to go on his raid for the vials and also has to choose who to give them to once he gets them. Tim was feeling a bit better after his visit to Dick's but as with depression, the good mood didn't last too long before he just felt tired. Steph is starting to see that there might be something more to Barbara then meets the eye. Bruce and Damian went to the building where Luthor held Tim captive many chapters ago. Barbara just received a very strange call from O'Connal and has demanded that Wally take the next exit so they can swing by the bar. Dick just finished cleaning up after Tim's visit and went to bed feeling top of the world. And Slade is stepping over a body and making his way to his next target.

ENJOY!

Chapter 20:

This was it. The mission he had been training for all week- or past couple of days really. James knew he had a lot more to learn and wanted to keep training with Slade when he got back. He understood that meant he would have to blow Slade and Lex out of the water with getting those vials.

"Alright, ready to go," Slade had announced over the speaker. He was currently working on the part of the plan that had to do with James' goody-two-shoes sister's boyfriend. James didn't know what was going to happen to Dick, and he didn't really care, but the curiosity was starting to get to him. He'll just have to ask later, he guessed.

"So how do I get in?" James asked, finishing up the the set he had been performing in his new suit. It was surprisingly comfortable once he got past the fact that he couldn't feel anything of an outside influence; which he knew just meant it was really good armor.

"I have a way in hidden in Gotham. I'm sending you the coordinates now. Get there and be ready to descend when I tell you," Slade explained. James gulped and nodded. He pulled out his GPS and the screen suddenly showed a red dot not too far from his orange one.

"Okay, on my way."

Wally came to a stop just outside of Dick's workplace. The bar wasn't usually ever closed, but right now the lights were out and the doors were locked.

"We need to get in there!" Barbara muttered. "Do you know how to pick a lock?"

"No, but I have something better," Wally smirked. He placed his hand on the door and started to vibrate in place.

"What are you doing?" Barbara asked him, but soon Wally had gone right through the door itself. "Wally?"

There was a click and whine from the door as Wally unlocked and opened it from the inside. "I can vibrate every molecule in my body. Atoms shifting past atoms, really."

"Okay, that is really cool, but this isn't the time for it. Let's find O'Connal." Barbara steered the focus back to the task at hand. There was a metallic scent in the air and something about it made her stomach drop.

Wally frowned and followed her. She had no doubt in her mind he had already searched the place to make certain there was no danger for her, otherwise he wouldn't be so willing to let her walk about the bar. That meant the solemn look he was giving was because he knew what she was about to find and knew she wasn't going to like it.

Barbara spared a thought in appreciation that Wally wasn't going to stop her, but wished he'd come out and say it. Then she saw what awaited in the back. It was still and made her gag. Barbara took a step back and put a hand to her mouth.

"Oh my God, O'Connal!"

The Irish gentleman was on the floor with a puddle of blood underneath his head and a look of fear preserved across his face. This was a defiant, strong older man that Barbara had come to respect. When Dick had first started to work at Hogan's Alley, Barbara would stop by every now and then to make sure that he was doing okay, knowing how distraught her - at the time still new - friend was with trying to find something to fill his day with. O'Connal trained Dick personally and was always willing to keep Barbara company while Dick worked until the younger could get a chance to talk.

And now that kind man was laying in a pool of his own blood on the floor at Barbara's feet.

"I think I might be sick," Barbara whispered more to herself than to Wally. "Who would do such a thing?"

"I think we already have a good enough idea," Wally spoke bitterly. Barbara had no doubt that the demon was thinking of his own fond memories of the man on the floor, and of the assassin that keeps going after Dick.

"We need to get back to the apartment. Dick can't be alone right now," Barbara turned to face him. She then remembered something and pulled out her phone.

"What are you doing?" Wally asked.

"I'm going to call this in. Conny shouldn't have to wait for Cory or Sandra to come to work for him to be found," Barbara sniffed. Wally gently took the phone from her hands.

"Use the payphone outside and call anonymously. They would want to talk to you and figure out how you found the body and we don't have time for that." He urged. Barbara understood and nodded before giving one last glance at Greg O'Connal, and walking out.

Leaving Roy's apartment, Jason had a bad feeling. A feeling he easily attributed to his job. Being a Deathrow Demon, or 'Hell's Grim Reaper' as some would call him, meant it was Jason's job to find the humans that were so twisted and evil that they damned their own souls, and rid the world of them. Those on his list were sent straight to the pit with the souls of the departed demons. Some say that the human souls were used for the demon's souls entertainment in the eternal punishment they were given for being fucking assholes in life.

Jason honestly didn't know or care. He just knew that right now someone had just added their name to his list, but he couldn't see it yet. That usually meant that what they were planning was bad enough, but they still had a chance not to go through with it. Jason hated it when that happened because it got his every fiber ready for a fight that might not even happen for a whole day, if at all. He was always highly irritable when it happened.

Figuring he might as well try and rest before the tension in his muscles got too bad that he couldn't relax, Jason when back down to the Dark World. He passed by Tim's room on his way to his own and heard the younger demon sniffling. Frowning, Jason slowly opened the door to show Tim crying in his sleep. Considering how dark the boy's eyes had been lately, Jason had to wonder how often this happened.

'Speaking of often, didn't Tim sleep the night before? Why was he sleeping now?' Red Hood thought. Sure Jason was going to try and rest but this was full fledged deep slumber.

Jason was about to wake Tim but thought the better of it and instead crawled in the bed behind him. Tim's quiet sobs ceased almost as soon as Jason lay down. He must have been lonely, Jason thought. The tension in his shoulders heightened a bit and the Red Hood had to grit his teeth from groaning in pain. Who ever was about to do something stupid better get on with it already because if not, Jason was going to make their death slow and painful.

As if to spite him, the knots in his back flared and Jason couldn't keep the grunt of pain in. He was fully glaring at the ceiling when he heard Tim shift next to him. Tim was sometimes a too light of sleeper for his own good and had to have noticed there was someone in the bed behind him.

"Jason?" He asked as he turned over.

"Hey Baby Bird," Jason muttered over, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice. He didn't need Tim to think he was mad or anything.

"Someone doing something stupid on your list again?" Tim guessed.

"Yeah. Fucker must be up to something bad because I can tell there is no way that he's ready to be taken yet, but fuck if it doesn't hurt," Jason sighed.

"Doesn't it hurt less when you let your wings out?" Tim asked. Jason blushed a bit.

"Yeah, but it's damn indecent," he grumbled.

"I won't look, I just don't like that you're putting yourself through more pain than you need to," Tim explained.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. It's just, I don't like feeling so exposed, even if I was in my own room I probably wouldn't do it," Jason admitted.

"Aren't you friends with Starfire?" Tim pointed out.

"I wouldn't use the term 'friends'," Jason didn't pout, he was much too cool for that.

"You still spend a lot of time with her."

"Will you stop using Kori to justify your nonchalance with nudity," Jason grumbled. "Seriously."

"They are just wings Jason, I never got why they are so 'indecent," Tim frowned.

"They just are. Alright," Jason did pout this time. Tim was usually the reserved one, and while it was next to impossible to get the kid to go shirtless in the summer, he still never seemed to understand why he should keep his wings to himself.

Jason felt his back flare with tension again and he groaned. He wanted to stretch and curl up at the same time, knowing full well neither would actually aid in relief.

"Geeze, will you just grow a pair and let your wings out already," Tim said as he turned his back to Jason to give him a bit of privacy. Jason was about to argue again but he knew that it would just be met with the same unsympathetic solution to his problem. Finally he sighed and resigned to his predicament. He sat up to give his back room, exhaled, and slowly let his red leather wings extend from his shoulder blades. Tim was right, as soon as he stretched out his wings, the tension lessened and it felt like instant relief.

Jason sighed contently as he lay back down, careful not to crush the red leather ligaments as he did so.

"Better?" Tim asked.

"Yeah, you smug brat, it's a bit better. But we both know it won't be much better for long. If who ever it is keeps this up, I'm going to get cranky." Tim chuckled a bit at that.

"You already are." There was a moment of silence. When it happened, neither of them had paid it much attention at first. With Tim's back to Jason and Jason on his back on the bed, they were just relaxed as Tim raised a hand to scratch the back of his head and Jason the back of his hand.

They froze and then sat up right.

"Did you just-" They asked the other at the same time. Immediately they ran out the bed room and to the surface. One of their siblings was in trouble. Huge trouble if they could both feel the itch from the Dark World.

As the two infuriatingly in-the-way pet gingers of Grayson's were taking too long to arrive so Slade could kill them and get it over with, Slade opted for going straight ahead to the next phase. He slid the window open from the outside and climbed out, careful not to make too much of a racket. The apartment was dark and quiet as the only resident currently present was fast asleep.

Slade made his way down the hall to where he had last learned where Dick Grayson slept. The door opened without so much as a whine to alert the resting young man of his guest, and Slade all but tip-toed to the side of the bed. He smirked as he pulled out a syringe. The mercenary gently took Grayson's arm and injected the sedative into the vein. Last thing he wanted was for his target to awaken before the villain was ready.

"And with this, it all comes full circle, wouldn't you say? Nightwing?"

Cassandra and Steph made their way into the manor and found Alfred almost immediately. He was dusting the foyer just across the doors. He turned to greet them again with a smile on his face.

"I am beginning to be under the impression that the manor is to expect constant visitors as it was once before?" The butler asked. Stephanie smiled back at him.

"You bet!" She laughed, Cas was smiling too.

"What can I do for you young ladies?" Alfred asked.

"Questions," Cassy asked.

"Ah, and what would you like to know?"

"Well, you see, we have this human friend, and tonight was her first night spending time with me, Cas, and Selina, but she kept up pretty well. Even Selina was impressed. We were just wondering, is there a possibility that our 'human' friend isn't so human after all?" Stephanie asked.

"Does she not seem demonic?" Alfred asked as if to narrow down the information a bit.

"Not in the least."

"Then there is a good chance you are inquiring about a 'Witch' or a 'Special One' if you will," Alfred answered.

"But she didn't seem magical."

"My dear, despite what fairy tales say, not all 'Witches' are spell castors. This being the reason most prefer the term 'Special One' instead. You see, they are humans who's past lineage has been tainted though they are still very much mortal. These humans tend to be a bit stronger, faster, and in many other physical ways more able than a strictly human person. Most specials also tend to be more magic resilient. This, however, goes both ways as they will not be able to cast spells as well as be put under them," Alfred explained. "Then again there are a number of other reasons your friend is as capable as you say despite her mortality."

"Ah, that, makes sense, in some way," Steph spoke slowly, trying to let her brain catch up to everything Alfred said.

"Now, why don't the both of you come in and sit for a bit while I put on the kettle?" Alfred suggested. Steph and Cas were both about to accept when Steph scratched at her thigh and Cas the side of her neck. "Or go see which one of your brothers is in need of your assistance." Alfred raised a brow.

The two girls gave Alfred a rushed 'thank you' and ran out of there as fast as they could, changing into a purple and black bat as they left. They flew out by the clock tower before they were about to go down to the Dark World. Just as they started their descent, a red robin and a red bat flew up.

The four of them flew about each other before they found themselves all landing on a roof top nearby.

"Did you guys feel it too?" Jason asked just as he turned into his humanoid form.

Steph waved the purple mist out of the way as she changed back as well, "Yeah, we were talking to Alfred when it happened."

"So it has to either be Damian or Dick," Tim concluded.

"Should we split up and see who it is?" Steph asked.

"Do you know where Minibat is?" Jason asked her in return.

"Uh, not really." Steph scratched the back of her neck.

"Father?" Cas chanced a guess.

"Maybe." Tim bit his lip as he thought before he figured the best course of action. "Alright, Cas, you go check on Dick. The three of us will fan out to find Damian. If Dick is fine, then go on to help us search, okay?" he suggested.

"Someone should duck down and see if B can help out," Steph added.

"You volunteer?" Jason asked.

"Hell no." Steph frowned.

"Focus," Cas chastised.

"I'll duck down real quick and see if Father can try to see who's in danger. If he's not there, I'm going to assume he's with Damian," Tim spoke as he scratched at his head again, it was starting to get worse.

"So every one have their phones on them?" Steph asked.

"Uh, no," Jason admitted.

"Then you should stick to Steph," Tim decided.

"I don't need-"

"If she gets in trouble and needs your help, how will she call for you while we're doing our own tasks?" Tim asked, keeping Jason from backing out of the assigned team.

"Fine," Jason scowled.

"Alright then. Let's go," Steph smirked and started on her way. Jason followed leaving Cas and Tim to go their own specified destinations.

Wally parked the car in its spot in front of the apartment complex only a second before Barbara was unbelting and jumping out. She ran up the stairs and bust through the door into their living room to see the lights all off.

"Think he might be asleep?" Wally asked from behind her, causing Barbara to jump.

"Damn it," she growled at him. "Don't do that."

"Sorry. Come on, let's just go make certain he's in bed real quick," Wally suggested. Barbara nodded and quietly made her way down the hall. Dick's door was ajar, his lights were off, but there was no deep breathing to indicate a sleeping person was present.

"Wally?" Barbara whispered over her shoulder worriedly.

Wally brushed past her gently and opened the door. The room was empty. Other than the unmade bed, there was no sign of Dick Grayson.

"Uh, he might have stepped out for a bit?" Wally tried a new theory.

"If you can't convince yourself, don't expect me to believe you," Barbara growled at him as she pulled out her phone.

She dialed a number in her phone and waited for it to ring. It went to voice mail and Barbara hung up.

"Steph isn't answering her-" Just then her phone rang again. "Hello?"

"Hey, sorry, impossible for a bat to talk. Sorry Barbara, but I'm a bit busy."

"I understand, but real quick, Dick isn't home and he didn't leave a note or send us a text or anything. I'm worried, especially after we found his boss dead at his work," Barbara explained really quick.

"What? Oh, um, Cas is on her way to check on him right now. We were getting a feeling, erm, ask your nanny about that, any way, just tell her what you told be when she gets there. Jason and I are trying to find Damian," Stephanie replied.

"Steph, I don't like this," Barbara muttered.

"Me neither. Stay safe, talk to Cas, and keep an eye on each other." Stephanie then hung up and Barbara looked to Wally.

"Well?" Wally asked.

"What did she mean by they 'got a feeling'?" Barbara frowned.

Damain was standing guard as his father told him to. He had gotten to the point of boredom, however, that he was now leaning against the wall next to the door his father disappeared behind. Some mission. It was nothing but standing and waiting while his father went inside and ran an errand. He was being baby-sat. A part of him wondered if maybe his father wasn't even on the surface anymore, what if he was stranded and forgotten? But if he left and that wasn't the case, then he had failed. So Damian sighed and kept watch.

After an hour and so had past, Damian scratched his lower back absentmindedly. Still young, Damian didn't know it for what it was. Sometimes demons itch, it wasn't a strong and tormenting feeling, just a small one dealt with by a stroking of his own nails on the location of irritation. Typically, demons didn't usually have as fine tuned of sense for their siblings as his older siblings did, that was the out come of the years before. Back before Damian became part of the family and their father took them underground.

The worst case of a sibling being in danger that Damian had witnessed was when Renegade underestimated the training the other older children had with such a sense. When he beat Jason to an inch of his life and left him for dead, they all itched. All but Damian who had just met up with his mother on the surface.

So when Damian felt the itch, at first he didn't know what it was, not even as it grew slowly, causing him to give it more attention. When it grew to the point of his constant scratching, that was when Damian thought about what it could have been.

"Father?" He spoke into his com, trying to keep the worry out of his voice.

"Yes Damian?" His father replied.

"I think, I am not certain due to my lack of experience with such feeling, but I think I have an itch?" Damian spoke into the com steadily, but he jumped when the door suddenly opened again and the Dark Knight looked to his son to see the boy's hand at his lower back.

"Let's get the others," Bruce decided as he picked up Damian and started on his path to where he could feel Stephanie and Jason.

James made it to the alley where the gps lead him, there he could see a man-hole cover that looked like it had been messed with.

"Sla-er Deathstroke, I found the entrance, I think. Do you, oh, uh, I mean, awaiting orders or whatever the fuck." James tried to think back to every spy movie he had watched and honestly didn't know crap about how he was suppose to talk over the coms. He wasn't dumb enough to think that the movie had it right, but it felt so stupid to talk normal as well.

"Very good Merc, go on through. It would be the sewer entrance, but that's only the first level. Let me know when you're inside, I suspect by way of a lot of complaining." James didn't know if Slade was joking or thought that little of him, but he opened the cover and started down the metal ladder. When he got to the bottom James' foot missed the last wrung and fell on his butt in the inch deep sewage.

"Gross! Oh God, I think it's seeping into my pants!"

"So you've made it down, good." James glared at nothing as he could hear the sadistic grin in Slade's voice. "Now you will walk north three yards and say the word 'aperta'."

James grumbled a bit as he stood, using the ladder to collect his balance and the gps to help him find north before he started walking. The tunnels were dark and they stunk, the young mercenary was grateful for the light lunch he had because anything heavier would be making an appearance right now. When the gps let him know he was indeed three yards from where he started, James took a breath and spoke.

"A-aperta," he stuttered.

Before him a faint purple light started in the middle of the sewer wall before it began to move, leaving trails of lines behind. As the lines grew longer and more ornate, James could make out a door with stylistic designs. The middle of the door pushed in an inch and then swung open to reveal a steep, dark set of stairs.

"Deathstroke, how did you find this?" James asked, not certain he wanted the answer to that.

"Just make your way down and try not to break your neck."

"Which pocket did you pack my flashlight in?"

"Trust me, you won't need it." Slade's voice sounded amused and that made James hesitate.

James slowly made his way through the door and began to carefully descend the stair way. The area began to shake and the teen quickly braced himself by kneeling on the stairs and placing his hands to the higher steps. This also allowed him to watch as the door behind him began to close up.

"Wait! No! Uh- Aperta! Aperta! Slade!" James shouted, he was freaking out and the door was now officially closed. A few seconds in the pitch black, James started to notice that it wasn't so pitch. In fact it was slowly becoming brighter and the more he could see, the more he calmed down. He heard something over the com like someone tapping on it to get his attention without startling him.

"Sl-Deathstorke?" James asked in a mummer.

"Are you calmer now?" Slade asked.

"Y-yeah, sorry if I screamed into your ear. A little warning would have been nice though," James grumbled a bit as he stood back up and dusted himself off. He still smelled like raw sewage, but he wasn't surrounded by the mucky water of feces and urine, so he could count his blessings as he started back down.

"Hey, Deathstroke, where is the light coming from? I can't see a source," James inquired as he looked for what was making it easier for him to see in what should be a pitch black corridor.

"That's where magic comes into play. Small miracles will be everywhere. Demons don't think to question it, it's just the norm to them. So far there is no explanation, just be grateful for it and keep going."

James did as he was instructed and kept walking. The stairs seemed to go on forever as he did so, until finally, they gave way to a hallway that stretched miles to his right and left. The walls of the hall were lined with torches that flickered and moved, despite the lack of air movement. The young man pulled out the gps again and saw the first marker was a few meters to the left.

"Alright kid, My end is getting active, you're on your own from here out. Maintain radio silence at all times. Got it?" Slade's voice announced.

"Yeah, got it," James replied.

"When you get the vials and make your way back, the door won't open until you say 'relicto'. Good luck." A small click was all the notice he had that Slade had turned his com off. He was alone.

James followed the trackers as they aimed him down different paths. Some of the halls were lit with torches, some were the same type of dark as the stair way. He was in one of the dark halls when he passed the seventh tracker. That was also when he realized how grateful he was that Slade made sense of the tunnels for him. If it wasn't for the gps he would be so lost, and that was not something he wanted to be down here.

James was about to round the corner when he felt his insides clench and his hand went to the pocket that held the crystal ball. Frowning, James pulled it out and saw it was glowing slightly. He remembered that Slade told him how it would warn him if there was a live demon nearby. Heart pounding, James quickly looked around the dark cave and tucked himself in a small crevice as he heard someone - or something - rush down the hall. James gulped, that was the direction he needed to go. Taking a breath, James slowly and quietly followed the direction the creature went. He didn't see whatever it was again and assumed that maybe the demon or whatever it was went down a different path.

There were three more trackers he had to pass, mostly in a straight line, and then he would be at the last of them. From what Slade had told him before, he would be looking for a large cave like room with computers and other equipment. The door to this cave would be more of an illusion than an actual door. No sound nor light passed through it, but there was nothing to prevent himself from trespassing. James made the last turn when he saw the boy. He was younger than James, but not by much. He was talking into a phone and sounded agitated. James kept quiet as he watched the boy hang up and then something weird happened.

The lights around got brighter as what seemed like a star shown in the boy's chest. His shoulder's raised as he seemed to inhale, and the light in his chest expanded quickly as he exhaled and his shoulders dropped. James blocked his eyes from the offending light as it flashed, and suddenly everything was just as dark as before. James' blinked the after image as he got use to the shadows once again. The boy was no where to be seen. From his studies with Slade, James knew that meant he had just witnessed a demonic apparation.

Trying not to get excited, James figured with the demon's annoyance that he had Slade to thank for the sudden disappearance of the only creature James had come across. The distraction was probably at it's peak and James needed to hurry. He moved forward and saw the hole he needed to enter was just beyond where the demon boy had been standing. James slowly went in. As his vision adjusted to the cave, he noticed the light from the other side of the door quickly became dark to the point where he couldn't see out. He looked around about to pull the crystal ball back out, when he saw a table with different colored vials all over it just to the side.

"Too easy," James muttered to himself as he frowned. "Why wouldn't he put these in a safe or something?" He wondered to himself as he walked over. James pulled out the picture of the vial he wanted and used it to scan over the mess of bottled liquids before him. Between a dark green one and a light orange, there were the two sky blue vials, the seals were the same design and the bottles the right shape. James gently picked them up and put them in the designated pocket Luthor had made for them. He was about to leave when he felt a tug from the crystal again. He pulled it out and noticed that this time, it was pulsing. Frowning James looked around to see if he could find the demon. When he walked backwards, closer to the door, the pulsing started to slow down.

Getting an idea in his head, James stepped forward again and saw that the pulsing picked back up. Using it like a metal detector, James started to walk around the cave with the crystal ball in his out stretched hand. The pulsing light was now more of a strobe and it was aimed right at the wall. "Well, I wanted a safe."

James put the crystal back as he felt around the area of the wall until he found a strangely shaped nick in the stone. Pressing his finger into it, James felt something give and a small panel of rock popped open. He looked inside to see three vials in a stand, carefully displayed in the small vault. There were three different colors, one of which was the same sky blue as the vials James had to nab, but the seal was different.

The other two were two different shades of red. One was straight crimson, but the other, it was more of a color gradient from gold to red and then to straight black. This vial was weird as none of the other vials were multicolored like this. Looking over his shoulder James could see a few that the color would fade into a paler version of itself near the top, but this one was of three different vibrant colors. Curiosity clutching at him, James plucked it from the vault and put it in the pocket with the other two.

He closed the safe back up and started for the exit. He needed to get out of there quickly and meet up with Slade and Luthor. He also needed to figure out which of them he was going to give the blue vials to.

A/N: So how much do you hate me yet? Also, I realized a little too late that this isn't the edited version of the chapter. At this point though I'm just happy to get them out. Remember, NEXT WEEK we get to see the first part of a a HUGE fall out!

LATER!

~K