Jason followed the directions given to him by his LA informant and entered an empty warehouse at 9pm. The man soon entered the warehouse and made his way over to Jason.

He handed Jason a file, "I have the information you need, but you're not going to like it."

Jason took the file without losing eye contact with the man, "Tell me."

The man sighed, "Your brother is an active, otherwise known as a doll, of the Dollhouse. The dollhouse has many connections with the rich and politically influential people. Dolls are basically stripped of their identity, put in something they know as the "tabula rasa' state which leaves them almost childlike. While in this state, they are a blank slate with no worries and are later given new personalities depending on what the client wants. They become the perfect person for that individual like a friend, a parent, a midwife…"

"Or a lover that they can fuck whenever they want." Jason interrupted, a look of anger and disgust appearing on his face.

"It doesn't have to be sexual…"

Jason snorted, "Are you serious right now? A bunch of rich guys could see someone that won't give them what they want, get them turned into one of these dolls, and just request them to give that person as someone willing to give them what they want. That is just sick!"

"The dolls are volunteers that sign a contract and get paid enough money to set them up for life when their time is up. The dolls apparently went through something traumatic such as PTSD or the loss of someone close to them. The dollhouse are able to ease or even erase whatever trauma they had, it's in their contract. Some are even charity cases where the potential active is suffering from a mental disorder and the dollhouse will accept them as dolls in order to help erase whatever disorder they have." The man countered.

"And you don't think any of them could have been somehow forced, coerced, or emotionally manipulated into accepting?!" Jason argued angrily, completely aware of how Dick could have been manipulated into such a contract.

Dick had so much trauma from the death of his family and the death of his best friend. Jason felt horrible, knowing just how much Wally had meant to Dick and how easy it would have been for the dollhouse to approach him with the intent to have him sign his life away in a moment of weakness.

Maybe I should ask Bruce to… Jason cut off that train of thought almost immediately.

Bruce had no idea he was alive again and he wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible. He was still angry that Bruce hadn't killed Joker for killing him, although he understood why Bruce wouldn't do it. If Batman had killed the Joker, the Joker would have won due to getting him to go against his code.

"I'm not saying that couldn't happen, I'm just letting you know the details I gathered. Your brother, Dick Grayson, is a doll by the name of Oscar and his handler is an ex-mercenary named Alexander Faren. Unfortunately, I couldn't get the location of the dollhouse, but I have managed to get your brother's current location. He was asked to spend three days at the address listed in the folder, page 8, and tonight is the last with his client. He'll be picked up by his handler at midnight so after we're done here you should go to the address I gave you."

Jason immediately turned to page 8 of the folder and tried to leave.

The man stepped in front of him to stop him, "Woah! Wait a second, Jason! I haven't finished yet."

"I only have 3 hours to get to him! I need to go now!" Jason yelled.

"This is incredibly important for you to know! I know you'll have questions about the subject that might not be in the folder so let's go over it together so we don't need to arrange another meeting so soon."

Jason shoved him aside and continued to exit the warehouse, "I just don't have enough time. We'll just have to arrange another meeting. Thank for your help, I'll be in touch soon."

With that said and done, Jason raced to his car and typed the address into his GPS. He drove as quickly as possible to the location and pulled up to a beautiful, extravagant home at 11pm. He still had another hour before the handler showed up. He stored the folder in a secret compartment behind his car's CD player and locked his car before stealthily entering the house. He heard voices a few rooms down and quietly moved towards them while pulling out his gun. He entered what seemed to be the dining room where Dick and a good-looking dark-haired man in his late 40's sat eating Brunch. They had been laughing happily until they saw him enter the room with his gun raised in their direction.

The unknown man slowly stood up with his hands raised with his palms facing outwards, "We won't cause any trouble. Take anything you want, just please don't hurt my husband."

Dick slid over to the man, hiding behind his 'husband' ever so slightly, "Robert! You don't get to try to sacrifice yourself for me! When we exchanged our wedding vows we swore we would be equals in this relationship and I will not let you treat me as if I am some damsel in distress!"

"Caleb, babe….. you're hiding behind me." The man, Robert, whispered back in amusement.

Jason looked at the man in disgust, "So that's your fantasy? Being married to someone who isn't even real? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Dick glared at Jason angrily, "What the fuck is wrong with us? The real question here is what is wrong with you?! Who the fuck do you think you are?! You break into our home on our 2 year wedding anniversary, insult our marriage by saying it's nothing more than a fantasy, and calling one of us fake! You're the one with a screw loose! Take whatever you want from here and leave us to celebrate in peace!"

Jason recoiled in shocked horror, he had forgotten that Dick wouldn't be himself when he finally reunited with his brother and it hurt to see Dick glaring at him with hatred in his eyes.

He sucked in a shaky breath, it's okay. Dick doesn't recognize me because he's not himself at the moment. He thinks his name is Caleb and that he's been married to this Robert for the past two years. You just have to get him away safely before the stroke of 12 just like Cinderella!

A cell phone started to vibrate on the table, startling the three of them. They all ignored the phone until it stopped. Jason opened his mouth to speak only to be interrupted once again by the phone ringing.

Jason sighed, "One of you need to pick up the phone and put it on speaker phone before even speaking."

Dick grimaced before doing what he was asked to do and answered, "Hello?"

A man's voice came through, "Caleb? How is your anniversary going?"

"It's… it's going great! I was… I mean, I'm having dinner right now so could you call back later?" Dick said.

There was a pause before the man answered, "Alright. I'll talk to you—"

A high-pitched mechanical screeching interrupted the man's parting words, causing Jason and Robert to cover their ears at the unexpected noise, before the call disconnected. Jason glanced at Dick only to see a strange, almost blank look, on his face.

Robert also took notice, "Babe? Are you okay?"

Dick turned to the men without a glimmer of recognition in his eyes, "Did I fall asleep?"


"This is unbelievable! First Echo gets remotely wiped and now the same thing happens to Oscar! Not only that, but an intruder breaks in when they're having dinner. This is unacceptable! Call Faren, tell him to get Oscar out of there as swiftly as possible. It's his top priority! Another team is already on its way and should be out there soon to clean up that little mess."


Robert and Jason stared at Dick for a few seconds, trying to comprehend why he thought he had fallen asleep. It dawned on Jason that Dick might have remembered his true self.

Jason slowly inched closer to him, "Dickie? Are you back? It's me, Jason. Your little brother. Do you remember me?"

Dick just stared at him before asking, "Shall I go now?"

On the other hand, Robert looked confused, "Brother? What are you talking about?"

Jason decided to deal with the bastard that bought his brother first, "I mean exactly what I said. See, while you bought Dickie here as a temporary husband to fuck, I found out that my brother went missing and everything that made my brother himself was basically wiped away to make room for fake memories to please you sick assholes! What you're doing is basically raping him, even if you give him a fake personality to have him want you to have sex! None of that is real!"

Robert looked at him in horror and disbelief, "No. That… that's not… I wouldn't… They're all volunteers!"

"So you finally admit the truth, you got him from the dollhouse." Jason stated.

Before Robert could utter another sound, Jason hit him with the butt of his gun and knocking the man unconscious. He then turned back to Dick only to see him staring at Robert with curiosity.

"He fell down." Dick said blandly.

Realizing he must be in that 'tabula rasa' childlike state, Jason decided he needed to change his plans a bit. Instead of taking his brother right away, he needed to allow Dick to be taken away so he could find their headquarters and Dick's original personality. He just needed to put a tracker on him and wait. However, before he could get started on his new plan, a group of armed men entered the room and he began to fight them off. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Dick being taken away by an unknown man. He finished off the rest of the men, but by the time he was done they were both gone.

Jason clicked his tongue in annoyance, "Are you fucking kidding me right now?!"