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((Two Years Later))
Icy blue eyes stared forlornly out the window at the passing scenery, "I'm hungry."
"We'll be there in a minute then you can have some lunch." Logan grunted keeping his eyes on the road, it had been two years since he and Dawson ran away from the mansion.
His eyes slid over to the rearview mirror, Dawson had just about completely forgotten about that night. The boy looked up at the mirror at him and smiled slightly as his hand reached up and swiped at the hair falling in his face. He was in dire need of a haircut, what once had been short naturally spiky black hair was now long and unmanageable.
"I wanna watch Superman again tonight!" The small voice shouted, his smile grew into a grin, "Can we watch it again daddy?"
Logan shrugged then nodded, "Sure." He was tired of that stupid movie but it worked like a charm to get the kid to sleep at night.
"Daddy?" Dawson tilted his head to the side, "Who's Bruce?"
Logan's eyes flickered to the mirror then back to the road, what had brought that up?
Dawson began fumbling nervously with his seatbelt, ""cause I had a dream last night… And Superman was there and so was this other guy, he was green!" His eyes turned to the mirror and grew wide, "Have you ever seen a green guy before daddy?"
Logan shook his head remaining silent.
"Oh. Well, he was scary but I wasn't scared because Superman was there. The green guy said that Bruce was looking for me. And Superman said that he'd take me flying if I could tell them where I was. I told them I was with my daddy," Dawson frowned slightly, "Do you think Superman would really take me flying?"
"I dunno." Logan scowled, they were on to him.
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"Any luck J'onn?" Bruce frowned; a thin scar ran jaggedly across his forehead, one of many reminders from his fight with Logan.
"Yes. They're in Canada near the Yukon Territory." J'onn replied in his deep monotonous voice.
"He's been traveling. Last time we sited him was in Manitoba," Virginia wrapped her arms around herself, "It's been two years Bruce. Two years out of the twenty some years he's been avoiding S.H.I.E.L.D and the other government programs out to find him. How are we going to find him?"
Clark stepped forward, "Because we have something the government doesn't, a telepath."
"I'll get him back Virginia, I won't stop until we have our son back," Bruce grabbed his cowl off the table and approached Virginia pulling her into a hug, "No matter what."
Her hand reached up to his forehead and gently touched the scar there, "Please be careful."
He nodded and turned away pulling the cowl on, "Let's go. The more time we waste here, the more time he has to drop out of sight again."
Clark followed behind him looking about ready for anything, "I'm right behind you." He said heading out the door.
J'onn hesitated briefly, "Logan has very good mental shields." He said to Virginia.
"He built them up, even the Professor couldn't get passed them when he was around."
He nodded and silently walked out the door.
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((14 years later))
It was the same dream he had had when he was a kid, the green man in a strange suite with the blank stare.
'Where…you?' He asked in that monotonous voice of his.
'Tokyo, Japan.'
'B…2…inc.com…'
Dawson tossed in his sleep and sat up awaking from the dream with a grunt. The sun was just rising in the horizon, its rays shined through the window and onto Dawson's face blinding him momentarily. He blocked the light with his arm and climbed off his mat then wandered into the kitchen. He yawned running his hand through his hair liking the feel of it being short again.
The past five years had been a strange one, after years on the road he was suddenly forced to learn a new language and go to a foreign school. He had been accepted rather quickly and about a year later had a few good friends.
"Morning." He grunted to his father as he dug through the 'fridge for something to ear.
"Yer up early fer a Saturday." Logan said glancing up from his newspaper.
Dawson shrugged pouring himself a bowl of cereal, "Went to bed early," He lied and took a bite, "Besides, me and Tomoko are gonna go fishin' at the river the mornin'."
Logan nodded turning back to the paper and Dawson finished his cereal in silence.
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A small boy with short shaggy blonde hair ran into the Danger Room as fast as he could, nearly running into the wall as he did.
"Dad!" He called out grinning, "Can I go with you? I wanna see Japan! Please, please!?"
Bruce frowned down at his son, eight years old and full of non-stop energy, "No." He answered sternly, "Go back up stairs Blake."
With a glance at the other two men in the room, Superman and the Martian Man hunter, Blake sighed and retreated from the room. Blake had come about as an accident like most children in the world. Even Hank couldn't explain how Virginia had been able to have him considering her mutation. He was defiantly Bruce's kid though; he had his moments of intelligence and then crabbiness just like his father.
"We should have had them years ago. How the Hell they get to Japan!?" Batman growled slamming his fist against the wall.
J'onn and Clark frowned, "I do not know Batman. This was the first time in five years that I have been able to locate him."
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What's wrong?
Dawson glanced up from his fishing line to Tomoko, a short Japanese boy with long black hair, Nothing. I'm fine.
Yea right. You look like shit. Tomoko smirked reeling in a small fish then scowled and threw it back into the water, Come on, tell me.
I had this dream last night… I haven't had it for over five years and now all of the sudden…
Yea, yea. What was it about? Tomoko interrupted.
Dawson frowned, A green guy asking me where I was.
A green guy!? You from Mars? Tomoko laughed.
No… He said something weird though. It sounded like an E-mail address. Dawson furrowed his eyebrows in thought then jumped when there was a tug on his line.
Tomoko raised an eyebrow curiously, You remember it?
Taking the seaweed off his hook, Dawson nodded, "B2inc.com"
E-mail it. Tomoko grinned pulling out his cell phone and tossed it to Dawson he fumbled for it then frowned at him before typing in the address.
What should I say?
Tomoko shrugged, Are you a weird alien guy who stalks my dreams?
Laughing, Dawson shook his head, I'll write…
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"My name is Dawson and this my sound weird, but your E-mail address came to me in a dream. Who are you?" Virginia looked over her shoulder at Bruce her eyes wide, "It's him!"
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A/N: B2inc.com is made up just for this story. Lol, so don't E-mail it or anything. But please do Review!!! ^___^