Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice, Batman, or Dollhouse.
In this story I'll be including Jason being alive again and he will be searching for Dick Grayson as well and will have a brotherly relationship with him.
Richard "Dick" Grayson felt like his world would never be the same. It had been his decisions that had put Kaldur and Artemis at risk, even if they had agreed with him, and he had become what he had promised himself years ago he would never become: Batman. The death of Wally West, KF, was the very last straw that broke the camel's back. As he sat down in the cafe, he stared into his coffee and tried to hold back the tears. He had stepped down as leader of Young Justice, quit his job at Bludhaven police department and had decided to move to Los Angeles where no one would know him to get away from it all, but he still felt like he would never be able to recover from the death of his best friend.
A British woman's voice broke his train of thought, "Is this seat taken?"
Dick startled, "Oh, no. Go ahead."
However, she didn't take the chair for another table like he thought she would. Instead she sat down at the table with him, "I couldn't help but notice you look upset."
He snorted, that was an understatement. He knew he looked like hell with bagged eyes and his unkempt appearance.
She continued, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
He glared at her, "Unless you have a Time Machine or a way to wipe away my memory than no." He winced as he knew she probably had only been trying to make him feel better. He sighed, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you. You were only trying to help."
She smiled gently, "It's okay. I completely understand. I feel as if I can help you though. Please, follow me to my office and we can talk more."
He stared at her for a moment, wondering if perhaps she was a therapist hoping to take him on as a new client. He sighed, he couldn't believe he was doing this but he agreed and followed the woman. He didn't pay attention to any of his surroundings and only began to pay attention once more as he sat down in a top view office and he wondered what she would do next.
She sat down, "My name is Adelle DeWitt. And you are?"
He smiled at her wearily, "Dick Grayson."
He waited for a flicker of recognition, but if she had heard of him she didn't show it. She continued, "I know this sounds strange, but here at Rossom Corporation we deal with a very special type of business."
He looked at her wearily, "What is it exactly that you want from me?"
She smiled gently, "All I need from you is five years of your life. During those five years you'll be host to imprints and go on engagements for a number of clients, and in return you will receive a ridiculous amount of money, a new start, and a new life."
He looked at her as if she were crazy, "Wait, what? I don't understand! What are you talking about?"
She smiled patiently, "You see. Here at Rossom corporation, we have volunteers that become our 'Dolls', or more professionally, our Actives. Each of them sign away five years of their lives, we will then imprint them with any skills, personalities, etc. that a client desires. And yes, that does involve sexual engagements, but our services aren't restricted to that. They can become the perfect midwives, husbands, wives, girlfriends and boyfriends, mothers and fathers, federal agent, undercover, and occasionally pro bono cases have been done. We have the technology to wipe you clean of memories and personalities which enables us to imprint you. And, while not in engagements, you'll be in what we call the 'tabula rasa' state –an almost childlike existence where you will have no worries. You will be well taken care of while in this vulnerable state, it will honestly be like living at a high-end spa resort."
Dick couldn't believe something like this existed. He should tell someone: Batman, Superman, the Justice league! His thoughts trailed off as he remembered that he had left his vigilante life behind.
Why should I even bother? It's not as if they're hurting anyone. He thought to himself, And it's like she said, they're volunteers. It's their choice, what right do I have to interfere. His mind then caught up to what she had implied earlier, "Woah, wait a minute. Do you mean you want me to become one of your 'dolls'?" Dick asked in disbelief. He couldn't believe he was actually contemplating accepting such a thing, but he found himself asking, "But where do I go? I mean, my personality and memories?"
Her smile widened, "It's stored in a wedge until your contract is expired. Does this mean you're considering on accepting my proposition?"
Dick let out a startled laugh, "I guess…I guess I am, but will I remember all of the things I'd be doing during these five years. I don't feel comfortable seeing or remember the things I would have to do as one of your actives."
She reassured him, "Don't worry, you wouldn't have to. Like I said earlier, we will wipe you of your memories. As part of the process and as part of the contract, you won't have to remember anything that you do in the five years you're here and you won't be aware of anything either. It'll be like no time had passed from the moment you agree to the time you wake up."
Dick hesitated before asking, "When you say you can erase memories…"
She put a hand over his own, "I understand. I was actually referring to it earlier when I said I could help you in the cafe," she took out some papers. "As part of your contract, we could take your memories or even just the emotions towards…certain people and events. All you need is to sign right here."
He was handed a pen and he stared at the papers. He could have the fresh start he had wanted when he had moved here, she could take away the pain and guilt he'd felt recently.
I can't believe I'm doing this, he thought before signing his name on the contract. "At least I won't have to deal with my feelings for five years anyways," he muttered as he brushed back his hair, "By then, you'll take those away so I won't have to deal with them then either. I can't believe I'm actually agreeing to this."
She laughed in amusement, "Some of our volunteers felt the exact same way. Welcome to the Dollhouse."