I'm not going to apologize for this being late because I was on sort-of vacation/work at my uncle's ranch in Utah for the past month, and I just forgot to tell you guys I was going to be gone. Okay, from now on, updates will be faster! Reread last chapter if you forgot what happened!

"... suppose to happen? There isn't a logical explanation for this, it shouldn't have..."

"...too dangerous. We have no idea what happened..."

"...your fault, which means you need to fix this, fix him..."

Bruce's voice faded in and out. It sounded like he was arguing with someone, but Dick couldn't really tell who. He felt... strange.

"...aren't my intentions. I cannot be sure of the cause until he is awake, it is too dangerous otherwise."

"And what about whatever triggered the attack? The light... do we have any other informa-"

Their voices had finally stayed at a normal volume, and Dick's eyes inched open.

The ceiling above him was strangely familiar in a way- it was white, with a swirling pattern etched into it, and Dick stared at it wearily for a long moment, trying to place where he'd seen it before. The light was bright, and Dick squinted at the painful sensation.

"Dick?"

Suddenly Bruce's head was in his view, blocking the light. He was clad in his Batman suit, but with his cowl pulled down and hanging off the back of his neck. "Can you hear me?"

Dick's entire body gave a shudder of protest when Bruce moved a little to the left, and the light scalded his eyes again. They squeezed shut on impulse, and Bruce suddenly inhaled sharply.

"No, come on, Dick- keep your eyes open! Don't go back to sleep!"

Dick moaned and immediately regretted it- his throat felt like it was lined with glass shards. A hand was on his face, gently but firmly sliding his eyelids up, and Dick hissed as Bruce's face came into view once more.

"Bru-" His voice stuck in his throat. Bruce reached next to him and produced a large glass of water, and Dick grabbed at it. Within seconds, the cup was empty, and Dick's throat felt a little better.

"Bruce," he tried again, and was relieved when the word came out right. "Where-?"

"We're in the medical center of the Watchtower," Bruce explained quickly, and Dick nodded blearily. He had known it looked familiar... he was lying in the very same bed that he had once been tied to as a prisoner, all those months ago.

"Why are..." Dick began, struggling to sit up, and he froze when his eyes were drawn to the figure dressed in gold and blue standing in the center of the room and staring at them expectantly. Bruce followed his gaze and growled.

"Can't this wait a minute, Fate?" he snarled, and the Lord of Order didn't reply, simply staring at them.

Dick clenched his teeth, terribly confused. He was gaining lucidity by the second, and still nothing was making sense.

"Seriously, what's... what's going on? Why am I here, and why is Fate here? What happened?"

Bruce turned to look back at him.

"You don't remember?"

Dick frowned. "I..."

An excruciating pain ripped through his skull, and he let out a strangled cry as the raging, stabbing feeling drilled into his head.

Oh.

"I... I do remember. I was trying to tell you-"

Oh.

Oh.

The Light.

Dick froze, and for a long moment, stayed perfectly still, fists clenched into the sheets of the bed in preparation for pain.

Nothing happened.

He tried it again- thought of the hated group that were doing their best to destroy the good in the world. The Light.

Nothing.

Bruce was staring at him, waiting for him to continue, and Dick looked up at him hesitantly. It was one thing to think it without it hurting, but it was completely different to say it. Dick opened his mouth anyway- this was too important to risk not speaking up.

"The," his slight hesitation was perfectly understandable, "...Light."

Bruce's eyes narrowed.

"The what?"

Immediately Dick breathed a deep sigh of relief and slumped in the bed, tense muscles uncoiling. Bruce jumped forwards, but Dick held up a hand.

"I'm good, I'm just a little tired."

Bruce glared at him, but it was filled more with worry than anger.

"You've been unconscious for three days now, Dick. I'm not risking you going back under again."

Dick jerked his head back off of the pillow and stared at Bruce in disbelief.

"Three days?" Bruce nodded in confirmation and Dick groaned.

"But... enough of that... What, exactly, is 'The Light'?"

Dick instinctively flinched at the name, but he kept his gaze steady.

"They're-"

"Wait."

The order had come from Dr. Fate, who was slowly approaching them.

"Attempting to discuss this topic earlier resulted in Robin being knocked unconscious by a force unknown for three days. It may not be wise to attempt it again until Fate has observed your mind for the source."

"NO!" Dick yelped, shooting off of the bed and stumbling, barely managing to catch himself. His sudden outburst even surprised himself, and for an awkward moment the three of them stared at each other.

"I... no," Dick said frantically. "No more... I can't take anything else messing with my head- I just- I can't... please." He shrank back from Dr. Fate, despite the fact that the Lord of Order hadn't moved, and Dick suddenly turned to Bruce.

"Bruce... please, please- I don't, this isn't-" Dick hadn't realized he was panicking, but Bruce swept forwards and grabbed both of his shoulders firmly.

"Dick," he said, "Calm down. It's alright, you're fine."

Dick's breath stayed ragged and quick for a few more seconds before it slowed out again, and Batman turned a full on bat-glare towards Dr. Fate- intimidating and terrifying even without the cowl on.

"He's had enough people root around in his head to last a lifetime, Fate. Is this really necessary?"

Fate inclined his head, and Dick sucked in a sharp, fearful breath-

Had it really come to this, where just the thought of an unfamiliar mind made him want to curl up and sob? It was almost hilarious how pathetic he was acting, and before he knew it he was laughing, out loud. Bruce peered at him, eyes narrowed, but worried.

"Dick..."

"I'm alright, I'm, ha, fine," Dick forced out, still struggling to contain his laughter. "It's just... I'm pathetic, aren't I. I can barely look at Fate without shaking-" Dick was pretty sure that at some point sobs had joined his laughs, but he didn't have the will to care.

Suddenly a black cape was wrapped around him, and two strong arms gripped him tightly. Dick gasped in surprise and shock as Bruce Wayne- Batman- gave him a tight, comforting hug. Dick managed to get his laughter under control, but not his tears- they dripped down his cheeks and created tiny wet dots on Bruce's cape.

"You aren't pathetic," Bruce snarled in his ear. "You aren't, and if I was in your position I'd do the same thing. You're shell shocked, Dick- PTSD. You can't help it."

The logic shouldn't have made Dick feel better, but strangely, it did. He closed his eyes and let himself relax as Bruce rubbed his back carefully, comfortingly.

"You're terrified of something that has hurt you more times than I can count- you have every right to refuse this."

Dick jerked his head up, out of the comforting black cape, and stared at Bruce.

"No," he whispered, "No, I don't."

Bruce's eyes widened.

"What?"

"I don't have the right," Dick repeated softly. "The information- the Light- is too important. It... it would be selfish of me to withhold it just because it might knock me out again." He took a deep breath, and turned to Dr. Fate. "D-do it."

"Dick, you don't have to-"

Dick rounded on Bruce, his blue eyes blazing in determination.

"I do. It... there's too much at stake. I-" he stumbled over his words for a second, "I can do it. One more time. Just once."

His hands were shaking, so he clamped them shut to try and get them to stop.

Dr. Fate approached the bed and fixed his eyes on Dick's forehead.

"I'll make this as quick as possible," he said, and Dick could've sworn that it wasn't Fate's voice, but Zatara's heavily accented one that had spoken-

Fate touched a hand to Dick's forehead, and Dick's fists automatically clenched down hard on whatever was nearest- Bruce's forearm, and the sheets.

The mind brushing against his own wasn't painful at all, but Dick's fists still remained firmly closed, and a light sweat broke out across his face. When his breathing became irregular (in fear, nervousness, or uncomfortableness Dick couldn't tell, probably a mix of all three) Bruce reached up with his free arm and placed it over the small of Dick's back, anchoring him to the room.

Fate was forced to go in deeper, and it was all Dick could do to not whine and thrash at the sensation. He dug his nails into Bruce's arm, although he doubted the man could feel it under his armor, and forced himself to hold still as Fate went even deeper still.

He had too many bad memories with these types of things-

His wrists are pinned down to the chair, and as he struggles the metal cuffs slice into his skin, drawing blood. Psimon is coming closer and closer, lowering his hood, and without warning the telepath's mind is stabbing into his own, crushing and changing and twisting-

"I am finished."

Fate's mind withdrew from Dick's senses, and Dick slumped forwards in relief.

"Well?"

Bruce looked very expectantly at Dr. Fate, but his hand was still rubbing Dick's back softly. Dick didn't move- it was comfortable, and Dick was sick and tired of putting up pretenses of strength.

He was exhausted.

"There was something that I found, deep inside the boy's mind. However, it wasn't from the telepath Psimon as we expected... It was from the Witch-boy."

"Klarion?" Dick asked, finally finding the strength and courage to look up. Fate nodded.

"Klarion had implanted a curse into your mind. Not a failsafe, to prevent you from remembering, but a spell designed to cause you unbearable pain should you think of the topic specified in the curse."

Dick rubbed his forehead in confusion.

"But if he had power to do that, why didn't he just make me forget about it? That doesn't really..." he trails off, but Nabu picks up on his train of thought.

"The Witch-boy probably found it amusing. I doubt he truly cares very much about this 'Light' organization he is with. Klarion is a lord of Chaos. He does not take anything very seriously, even things that may help his cause. The spell was fairly recent, as well- I'm assuming it was from our most recent battle with him."

Dick remembered now- remembered Klarion grabbing him in a magic hold, sneering, "You should probably be punished, little bird," and then blinding pain all over his body until Dr. Fate had intervened and pulled Dick out of the Witch-boy's grasp. He had completely forgotten about the incident until now- it had just seemed like another battle wound, a normal occurrence in their line of work. He had waved it off as insignificant.

Now Dick knew that it hadn't been.

Evidently, the Light was extremely good at hiding.

Dick told Batman everything. It was like a ton of bricks had been lifted off of Dick's shoulders- one less secret to worry about, one less thing to hide. But as it turned out, the Light wasn't without their own emergency plans.

They were all gone. Every known member of the Light that Dick had known about vanished, and despite the League's best efforts to find them, no progress was made. The team had been dispatched to Bialya while Dick had been in recovery, tasked with bringing down Queen Bee, but after a long battle with Psimon that left all of the team unconscious except M'gann, the Martian had finally overpowered the psychic.

The whole situation was making Dick extremely uneasy.

Batman released an official declaration to the general public about a week later.

Jack Robinson, also known as the assassin Renegade, was dead- "killed" during an individual thievery attempt and taken by surprise by the guards of the museum. He had been shot several times, and died of blood loss.

Or at least that was the story, anyway. No one questioned it too much, they were too relieved that the assassin wasn't going to come after them next. Dick had protested that, as Renegade, he never would have been taken by surprise by a guard, of all things- but the public believed it,

There wasn't a funeral for Renegade- there was a full-blown party. The second Dick walked through the Zeta beam and into the cave, he was met with a facefull of confetti and cheers.

"What's going on?" Dick asked, spitting pieces of paper out of his mouth. Wally zipped up to him and nearly slipped in the pile of confetti, barely regaining his balance in time, and Dick snorted at his frantic pinwheeling.

"It's a party, for you!" Wally yelled, ignoring Dick's snort and dragging the ex-assassin forwards. "M'gann made a cake! And she's gotten so much better at it!"

M'gann beamed with pride as she levitated an enormous cake onto the counter of the team's living space.

Dick blinked.

"Okay, not that I'm opposed to having a party... but... why?"

Aqualad put his hand on Dick's shoulder, a smile on his face.

"Your alter-ego is finished, Robin. It is a rebirth, of a sorts. That alone is plenty of reason to celebrate."

Dick grinned, looking around at their smiling faces (well, Artemis was smirking, and one corner of Connor's mouth was twitching, but Dick counted that as smiling).

"I- thanks, guys," he said. "This really means a lot to me." He meant it, too, and the team seemed to pick up on his seriousness, sending him supportive looks.

Wally was near vibrating with excitement.

"Okay, okay, good, great, but now that the heart-warming stuff is over-"

"Go for it, Wally," Dick said, laughing, and Wally let out a cheer, diving towards the cake.

Officer Clyde Martin's shift in Gotham was only twelve minutes from being over, and he was incredibly relieved.

For once today, the streets he had patrolled had been quiet. No explosions, no giant death rays, no supercriminals... Officer Martin considered himself lucky.

He glanced at the clock in his car again and sighed.

Eleven minutes until he could go home.

His radio sudden chirped.

"Officer, what's your 10-20?"

Officer Martin fumbled with the radio for a second before picking it up.

"10-4, everything seems clear. Nothing to report," he replied into it.

It was just his luck that something had to happen only a split second later. He was still holding on to his radio when something slammed into the side of his car, and he yelped in surprise as his car was half lifted off of the ground before it was dropped with a painful-sounding crunch.

Officer Martin sat in stunned silence for a split second before scrambling for the door handle and getting out of the car. He dragged his radio with him, and began to speak rapidly into it.

"Never mind- I've just had a code 504, but there's no sign of the culprit-"

As he peered into the darkness, his eyes travelled over the front of his police car, and suddenly he found it extremely hard to breath.

There was a massive chunk taken out of the hood of his car- he reached forwards and ran his fingers numbly over the jagged metal, and sucked in a nervous breath when he realized that the chunk was none other than a bite mark in the metal of his car- a bite mark easily bigger than his head.

He pulled out his pistol from it's holster and raised his radio again.

"T-there's also a presumed 10-91V-" he started to say, and then jerked in fear at the animalistic growl that came from directly in front of him.

Officer Martin liked to say that he wasn't a coward.

And he really wasn't. You couldn't be, if you were a police officer in Gotham, of all places.

But when Killer Croc stares at you from across the street and growls at you angrily...

Well, Officer Martin was pretty sure that anyone would be scared.

Slowly, he took a nervous step back.

"It's... it's Killer Croc," he whispered into the radio, and suddenly the supervillian lunged at him.

Officer Martin closed his eyes and waited for death, pistol dangling limply from his hands. It wouldn't do him any good anyway.

But instead of a bloody death and jagged pain, Officer Martin felt something whiz past him, nearly hitting his cheek, and explode.

The force of the blast threw him backwards, and he landed on the cement of the sidewalk painfully.

But alive.

Killer Croc was reeling backwards, roaring in pain, and an eerie laugh split the air.

"Wow, that must have hurt," a young voice said cheerfully, and Officer Martin watched as a small figure swung down on a grappling hook to land fearlessly in front of the supervillian.

"Hey, big guy," the kid said. "Pick on somebody your own size!"

Croc roared and lashed out at the kid, who rolled neatly underneath Croc's huge clawed hand and diving between his legs. He rose up onto one knee and threw several objects from his hands that exploded on impact with Croc's skin.

Croc's tail suddenly lashed out, and the boy's masked eyes widened in surprise as it slammed into the side of his head, sending him reeling. Croc dove for him, snapping his jaws, but before he could even get close to the boy, Batman suddenly appeared, slamming into Croc with both fists and making the monster freeze for a second.

The boy regained his footing and moved back to Batman's side, who was glaring at Killer Croc dangerously.

"Reckless," Batman said quietly (Officer Martin could barely hear them), and the boy glanced at him.

"Yeah, yeah," the boy grumbled. "Sorry."

Batman shifted his fighting stance and moved his hands towards his belt.

"Take care of the officer," the Dark Knight instructed, and the boy nodded at him before spinning around and racing towards Officer Martin. Batman charged forwards with a war cry, and Killer Croc snarled as the two clashed.

Officer Martin's view of the fight was blocked by the boy, who swiftly knelt beside him.

"Are you hurt?" the boy asked quickly, and Officer Martin suddenly realized that he didn't know the answer to that. His entire body felt numb.

Nervously, he sat up, and let out a sigh of relief when all his limbs moved properly.

"No. Thanks," he answered, and the boy let out his own sigh of relief.

Officer Martin took a moment to look the boy over. He had black hair, and a domino mask over his face, and he was wearing a red vest with a black and yellow cape. A utility belt was wrapped around his waist, and there was a red circle with an "R" directly over his heart.

"Who are you?" Officer Martin asked, and the boy blinked at him, glancing back over his shoulder nervously as Killer Croc let out another earsplitting roar.

"I'm-" He hesitated for a brief moment, "I'm Robin."

Officer Martin narrowed his eyes in confusion, but then he gasped.

"You're a vigilante- are you..." he couldn't believe this, "Are you Batman's son?"

The boy jerked back, looking surprised.

"I- I guess, yeah. You could say that," he answered quietly, and Officer Martin sucked in a nervous breath.

"Robin!"

The boy- Robin- turned around at the shout, just in time to see Killer Croc slip down a manhole that must have been accidentally opened during the fight, slipping into the sewers.

"Sorry," Robin said, flashing him a smile that was strangely out of place here, but appreciated, "Duty calls, I guess. Spread the word about me?" Then he was gone in a handspring and a cackle, racing towards his mentor who was already disappearing down the manhole.

Officer Martin watched in shock as the boy dove into the sewers without a single hesitation, and blinked once to make sure he hadn't just imagined the entire thing. He pinched himself, too, but nothing happened.

Batman had a son?

Dick stayed behind Batman as the Dark Knight moved silently through the sewers. The thin cement walkways on each side of the water were slippery, and Dick placed his feet carefully as he scanned the water- Killer Croc could be anywhere.

Batman stopped in front of him to listen, and Dick narrowed his eyes as his ears filled with dripping noises and slowly running water. He glanced behind them, and wasn't surprised to see that everything looked perfectly normal, the water still.

Too still.

With a roar, Killer Croc leaped out of the water behind Dick, forcing the acrobat to whip around just in time to see a massive claw headed right for his face. Dick's eyes widened and he bent his body backwards to avoid the blow.

"I feel like I'm playing limbo," Dick quipped, but the moment he did, something else swept across the ground, and Dick was flung into the water.

Ugh, the tail again?

It wasn't too deep of water- just barely enough to hide Croc, and Dick had no trouble reaching the surface again. He spat the disgusting liquid out of his mouth and clambered out, feeling his cape dragging behind him. He unclasped it from his shoulders and let it drop. Alfred had more at home, and it was only slowing him down here.

Batman was waiting for him, and Dick narrowed his eyes. Why hadn't Croc attacked Batman as well?

"He's trying to separate us," Batman told him. "He knows we can't stop him when he's in the water, so he's using that to his advantage. He'll keep attacking us like that until he succeeds in taking one of us down."

As if on cue, Killer Croc took that opportunity to leap for Batman again, jaws wide open and snapping at Batman's head. Batman narrowly avoided having his nose bitten off and sent his fist into Croc's left eye. The monster jerked around and disappeared into the water again.

"His eyes are a weak point?" Dick asked, and Batman nodded.

"We need to get him into the open."

Dick reached into his utility belt.

"I've got an idea."

Before Killer Croc could emerge again, Dick fired his taser down into the water, and wild bolts of electricity arced down the cables and into the water. Killer Croc erupted from the water with a furious roar and began sloshing down the tunnel.

"After him!" Batman growled, sweeping past Dick, and the acrobat followed him.

The tunnel they had been racing down opened up into a wider area, with larger cement platforms to stand on, but unfortunately much more water.

Dick was really starting to get sick of this.

"Your taser wasn't strong enough, but it was a good idea. We can-"

Before Batman could finish, Croc emerged from the water yet again, and both heroes were forced to leap out of his way as Croc landed on the cement platform.

"I'm not going back to Arkham," the monster growled. "DIE!"

He charged forwards, directly towards Batman, and Dick scoffed.

"That wasn't smart."

Dick took a step forwards, ready to enter the fight, and nearly tripped over a metal pipe at his feet. Dick almost passed over it, but then he froze.

The pipe was nearly the exact same size and weight as Dick's katana had been, all that time ago.

Well, this could be helpful.

Dick scooped it up and immediately fell into his old fighting form, darting forwards, leaping into the air, and smacking the pipe into the side of Killer Croc's head. The villain hissed in pain, wincing, and immediately his attention was on Dick.

A tail came flying forwards out of nowhere, and Dick flipped over it, sending the metal into the flesh of Croc's tail. Killer Croc howled and dove towards the water again, and Dick smirked at his retreat.

Batman was suddenly next to him.

"Some of these tunnels have underground power lines running alongside them. That'll be more than enough power to take Killer Croc down for good. Can you keep him occupied?"

Dick's eyes widened. Batman was trusting him to keep Croc under control?

Dick nodded determinedly and lifted his pipe, which was now dented and nearly bent in several places.

"Yeah," he said. "But hurry, my pipe isn't gonna last much longer!"

Batman nodded and raced down a side tunnel, shouting over his shoulder as he ran.

"Lure him down here!"

Dick turned back towards the water just in time to jerk his head aside, and Killer Croc's ear snapped closed inches from Dick's ear.

"Ugh, your breath stinks!" Dick commented, cartwheeling away and taking up his ready stance again. Croc narrowed his small eyes at him, and Dick grinned, waving at the beast tauntingly.

"Well? Bring it on!" he sang, and then yelped as Croc dove for him.

This time, Dick kept a careful eye out for the tail- the dumb thing that had tricked him twice already- weaving and dodging around the villain's frantic swipes of his clawed hands. Backing up subtly down the tunnel Batman had disappeared down, Dick kept just out of Killer Croc's reach, flipping around the large monster and occasionally smashing a finger with his pipe (although it didn't really hurt Croc, but it kept him angry enough that he kept attacking).

The cement walkway narrowed down again, and Dick bit his lip anxiously as he continued to lead the angry beast down the tunnel.

Where the heck was Batman?

Suddenly, he heard his mentor shout something, and glanced behind him in surprise-

Croc's tail wrapped around his neck.

Dick cursed himself for getting distracted and reached up with the pipe to attempt to loosen Croc's grip, but the tail only tightened, definitely forming bruises.

"Not so cocky now, brat," Croc growled, and Dick grunted as his airway was completely cut off-

"CROC!"

The shout had come from farther down the tunnel, and Croc lifted his head just in time to see Batman swinging towards them. The Dark Knight's boots slammed into the villain's face with a crack, and the tail around Dick's neck loosened just enough for Dick to wriggle free, dropping to the ground and rolling out of the way just in time.

Batman had two wires clenched in each fist, sparking at the ends, and without hesitation the Dark Knight plunged them into Killer Croc's chest.

The entire tunnel was lit with blazing light, as electricity poured into the monster's body- much more than Dick's taser would have been able to produce. Killer Croc roared in agony for a few seconds before Batman pulled away.

The villain crumpled to the ground, and smoke began to rise off of his unconscious body. Dick sighed in relief, gently massaging his throat- that had really hurt!

"Good work, Robin," Batman said, and Dick beamed at him.

Once the police had been notified, and Croc safely placed back in Arkham, the duo began to head back to the batcave.

The ride back wasn't awkward, exactly- and normally, Dick would have filled the silence with his own chatter and watched Bruce's lips twitch upwards at his antics, but something was on his mind.

They had been doing this for several weeks now, patrolling the streets of Gotham, and by now the police force was starting to recognize Robin's presence alongside Batman. Slowly but surely, Robin was being accepted- but Dick's worries were elsewhere.

As the Batmobile pulled into the secret entryway and entered the Batcave, Dick closed his eyes and sucked in a breath. As they exited the car and Batman removed his cowl, becoming Bruce again, Dick took a cautious step forwards.

"Bruce?"

Something in Dick's tone must have sounded off, because he turned around immediately, staring at Dick worriedly.

"Dick? What's wrong?"

Dick lowered his gaze to the ground.

"I... that police man, that you had me help..."

Bruce waited for Dick to continue patiently, and Dick continued.

"He- he asked me, if I was your son. I... I said yes."

Bruce was silent for a long moment, eyes wide, and Dick looked away again.

"I mean, I know I'm not, really, but it... it feels right, and, i-if you're not okay with that-"

Suddenly Dick was swept up into a tight embrace, and he gasped in surprise at the intensity of Bruce's hug.

"It's perfectly fine, Dick. In fact... I'm- I'm honored, to be thought of as your father."

Dick let out the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, and returned the hug.

"Thanks, Bruce," he whispered softly.

From the top of the stairs above them, Alfred paused, surveying the two with his kind eyes and a relieved smile.

He would give the two of them a few more minutes alone.

Police Codes:

10-20: Location

10-4: Message received, understood

Code 504: Tampering with a vehicle

10-91V: Vicious animal

A/N: Who had completely forgotten that Klarion had once injured Dick? Well, I did try to make it seem not very important...

And I don't necessarily know if PTSD is the correct term for Dick's sudden fear of people getting into his head, but his terror is understandable, right? I mean, I've had so many people mess with his head in more ways than one during this story (It makes me feel sorta bad actually), so it makes sense that he would freak out over it, right?

Also, yes, Queen Bee has still successfully blackmailed M'gann.

So, I actually don't know that much about Killer Croc. Every comic version of him is slightly different, and he never shows up in Young Justice. So, I guess you can imagine whichever version you want, just with a tail, in case the one you're picturing doesn't have one. Some do, some don't.

Did Dick's hesitation at telling Bruce that he had essentially called him his father make any sense? Eh, it did in my head...

Wow, I just realized how often I leave you guys with cliffhangers. Sorry! But unfortunately I don't think your pain will be over yet... This fic is actually getting really close to being finished (no worries though, I still have a couple surprises up my sleeve!), and I don't know what I'm going to do with my life after this is over! AHH!

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