Hi everyone, I have returned somewhat. You know how I said it just needed editing. That was an accidental lie. I rewrote it. On with the show!

When Jason woke up the second time, the room was dark. Only the light of the streetlights dimly illuminated the furniture around him. He was groggy. That damn feeling that you are waking up in a different universe, not from a nap. But that wasn't too uncalled for after running so long on so little sleep. That didn't mean that he didn't hate the feeling.

Sitting up straight, he noticed that the room was dark. A cold winter night had fallen over Bludheaven, and the only light in the room was the streetlights from outside. Jason strained his ears, trying to hear if his roommate was still home. He didn't want to admit it, but he hoped the idiot didn't go out tonight. He'd looked like shit when he had come home from work. But the apartment was completely silent. He must be gone.

Jason looked at the clock. It was 8 PM. It had been just five and a half hours since Goldie had gotten home from work.

"Figures," Jason muttered, rolling smoothly to his feet to check out his host's room.

Jason toed his boots on but didn't worry about lacing them. He walked to the room and reached his hand around to flick the light switch on. The room was, as predicted, empty. Jason saw a messed-up bed, clothes on the floor, and hold-up. Was that a prescription tag on a syringe? Yes, it was. Jay reached out and grabbed it. Dick had never taken scrips before that Jason had known about anyway. Looking at it, he saw the bold label saying Sumatriptan. Jay had no idea what it was for, but he pulled out his phone to google it.

Migraine attacks, huh?

That rings a bell. Alfie had said in the past that Dicky had them bad, but Jason had never seen any evidence of this. Jason thought about Dicks face from before. The deep bags under his eyes and the slight squint he had. Surely, if he felt bad enough to use this scrip, he wouldn't go out as Batman or even as Nightwing unless Goldie had a death wish. Then again, he might just have one. He lets a serial killer crash on his couch and runs around in a spandex onesie.

Jason sighed. He has to go after the idiot. He couldn't just let him kill himself over something so stupid. But he wouldn't start in Gotham or Bludheaven. He assumed that Dick would likely be at the mountain and already have his little team of super babies fawning over him. He hadn't heard anything about the team or much on the Invasion since he had been back when he asked Dick. He had always shut him down fast and said he was handling it.

This was clearly a lie. A wood plank could see the stress eating Dick alive, but Jay had let him keep his secrets. If he needed to know then, Dick would let him know. He knew Dick was just trying to support him and keep the others safe. Jay knew he still had intense bouts of pit madness and PTSD from the night he died.

So, he allowed the separation. He didn't really care about the others other than Babs and Arty. But even then, he would see them later when he was better equipped to handle the encounter. Dick was his top priory now, though. He just needed to make sure his idiot older brother wasn't about to mess up the good thing they had going on.

Happy Harbor wasn't far from Bludheaven. However, it was still around 9PM when Jason rolled into town on his motorcycle, a sweet Honda Shadow he had stolen from Dick for the night. The small coastal town was quiet. Not much happened in the harbor other than what occurred at Mt. Justice. Even then, that was only used by the baby heroes who never made any real trouble. The sleepy peace did not last long. The explosion was so sudden and unexpected that Jason fully ran off the road, tumbling into the ditch. Not a smooth move when you're riding 45 MPH down the highway.

He barely stood up before the immense shockwave hit him, making him stagger again and land on his hands and knees.

"Shit Goldie!"

Surely that didn't just happen, right?

"Fuck. It did." He said, standing up again and looking at the flames covering the countryside.

What the fuck just happened?

Surely no one could have survived that. Surely. But Jason had to check it out. He hoped he was wrong and Dick wasn't in the mountain. He felt cold at thinking of his brother being incinerated by the mountain. But the Batboys were invincible right? Honestly, he was the only one that ever died and was doing just fine. It's okay. He thought, heaving the motorcycle onto its tires and continuing towards the "splash zone."

When he pulled up, all he saw was fire and rock everywhere. The panic squeezed his chest, and he felt the welcoming presents of the pit madness. It made him sharp if nothing else. He looked over the wreckage and focused on the harbor.

Who the hell was that!? Jason thought seeing a large man pulling Nightwing out of the water Super Boy in toe with Wolf. They all looked worse for wear but Wing was in the worse shape the man he didn't recognize started performing CPR 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, breath. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, breath. Was all Jason could hear in his head as he watched his brother.

Jason was running in their direction before they started the 3rd round of compressions.

Then Super Boy clotheslined him.

The air was entirely knocked out of him. He wheezed and rolled onto his hand and knees.

"They feed you all the Wheaties. Don't they?" He said sarcastically, rubbing his tinder chest.

Then there was choking and a not-dead brother expelling what sounded like a gallon of seawater. Jason whipped his head around and saw the man holding Dick by the shoulders as Dick threw up more seawater.

Then he was being manhandled.

"Sups!" He yelled. "I promise I am not here to cause problems; I am here to help Dick-face over there." Jason tried to gesture to Nightwing and was rewarded with a tighter grip.

"Let him go, Super Boy. He is here to get me." Dick wheezed.

Sups let Jason go but didn't look happy about it. Jason sighed in relief, though. Happy, his bike helmet obscured how much it showed on his face. Super Boy was a wild card even back when he was on the team.

"You can't go anywhere. Your hurt look at you, man. You weren't breathing." The other man, Jason, thought he should really learn the name of said.

Honestly, that is a fair point. What was Jason gonna do, kiss him and make it better? Of course, he was. Dick would make him that was his superpower.

"He's gonna take me to the cave. He's new help in Bludheaven, my guy in the chair. I promise I'm fine, Mal," Dick said, trying to stand up and only managing a slightly hunched posture.

Jason figured just by looking at this Mal guy, he'd probably broken some of Dick-head's ribs doing CPR. It was easy to do. Jason scanned the rest of his brother and decided he didn't like what he saw. A burn went up his left arm and onto his shoulder, and it wouldn't take a genius to see that his knee was, at the very least, badly sprained. Jason remembered it was the one Dick-head had gotten shot in a few years ago. Alfred was going to be pissed to see that. That is, if Dick let him take him to the cave for treatment instead of the half-ass fieldwork he'd have to do in his apartment.

"Are you sure?" Super Boy asked, genuine concern in his voice.

"Yeah, guys, you need to tell the league I am out of commission for a bit and will get patched up. I'll make an official report to send to the league and meet you at the Hall of Justice as soon as possible. Then we can make a plan to save the others." Dick finished sounding like a 90-year-old chain smoker from Gotham.

More than anything, he said the others could see the pure exhaustion and pain in their friend that worried even Jason. Dick didn't even look like Dick. He looked crushed and defeated. Mal and Conner both accepted the advice, and the two men and wolf started a mile walk to the Happy Harbor zeta beam. Sweating in the flames of the mountain that they all called home.

Dick tried to walk up to Jason, but his knee gave out on him on the first step. Dick cursed, and Jason caught him and slung an arm over Dicks neck.

"Aren't I lucky? There is a damsel everywhere I go needing a knight in shining armor." Jay cackled.

Accepting the flick to his helmet from his dearest older brother.

"Thank you, Little-Wing," Dick said

"Are you going to tell me what happened here?" Jason asked in a serious tone.

"Yes, but later, Jay. I'm not feeling the aster." Dick said, trying not to lose his composure as his brother manhandled him onto his bike.

Okie Dokie that is a wrap for this chapter. I promise more eventually. Peace!