DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BATMAN OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER GAVE THE AUTHOR A HEADACHE.
I seriously need to drink coffee right now. Tim thought as he left the Wayne Tech building.
Tim was feeling happy right now. The meetings and partnerships for the growth of the company were a success. Tim was in the mood for a drink.
By drink, Tim meant coffee.
Tim was wearing a bright smile on his face. Everything was going so well, now all he needed was for Dick to be awake and he can die peacefully.
As he walk just outside the park, he saw a crowd of children surrounding a man, the man was giving them cotton candy as he paid the vendor.
"Yo Tim!" The man waved. The crowd parted and Tim saw that it was Jason.
Tim must seriously be in need of coffee right now, he was starting to imagine things.
Tim saw one of the kids tugging Jason lightly at the base of his jacket. "Mr. Jason, is that one of your brothers?" The little girl asked.
So Jason was spreading bad stuff about him. Great.
The older man nodded, by this time, most of the kids started listening to him. "That's right Bianca. That's Timmy, my little bro."
One boy raised his hand. "The nerd one?"
Jason nodded cheerfully. "That's right! Timmy's really good with computers and is a Mr. Smarty-Pants!"
The children looked at Tim in awe and went back to listening to Jason, who started telling more stories about stuff.
Tim gaped at the scene before him. Jason smiling? Him with kids? Treating them cotton candy?
That was when he became suspicious.
There was only one person who called him "Timmy" in a happy tone. There was only one person who can smile that way.
Tim remembered back when he went to the alleyway last time, it was because he had wanted to see for himself if it was true.
He had a theory, but he needed more proof.
There was only person he could think of and it didn't make Tim happy.
He went back home, Jason not realizing that he was gone.
How are things over there in Gotham, Damian?"
"Everything is fine here in Gotham, Kent."
"I heard that Mr. Grayson is in a coma, is he alright?"
"He will be, Kent. How are things there in the country?"
"The farm's doing great! In fact, I'm feeding the chickens right now as we speak."
"-Tt- Really Kent?"
"Will you be visiting soon Damian?"
"I do not know if I can but I will try to convince Father."
Damian heard a knock on his door.
"Until next time Kent."
"Bye Damian!"
He opened the door as he placed the phone in his pocket. He saw Drake standing there.
Damian scowled. "What do you want Drake?"
"I need to talk to you Damian. Alone." The imbecile said. The man was glancing from right to left, making sure that they were the only ones at the hall.
Damian hesitated for a moment before letting him enter.
The teenager shut the door, locking it.
Damian sat at the edge of his bed while Drake decided to face him.
"Have you noticed strange things about Jason?"
"So what your saying is... Todd isn't actually... Todd?" Damian asked for clarification.
Tim stopped pacing. Damian told him about his meet up with Jason last time, at his school. Jason was wearing a blue shirt, was acting weird, and had known Damian's favorite ice cream flavor. Then, the man spent his time with kids, and called him "Timmy" in a happy tone. Jason stopped killing and was rather very secretive at the moment.
"Precisely." Tim answered.
Damian frowned. "From what I have heard, their mission was about a magical threat. Do you think this will have a connection to Todd's strange behavior?"
This was strange for Tim. He was working with Damian. Inside, he was freaking out, because Damian and Tim do not get along.
Tim nodded.
"But what if Todd just decided to have a change of heart?"
"I did consider that, but it makes zero sense." Tim explained. "Jason has been killing criminals for a long time now. It's impossible to suddenly stop simply, he has to adjust for a period of time. Like, he would lessen the amount of killing gradually until he stops completely."
The brat looked thoughtful for a moment before agreeing. "Still, what would be your reasonable explanation for Todd's strange behavior?" He asked. "Saying that Todd is simply not Todd would not be sufficient enough."
"Simple, they mind switched."
It was at this moment that Tim thought Damian would be choking if he had been drinking a glass of water.
"What?" Damian asked, staring at the teenager in disbelief.
"Think about it Damian. The recent mission, Dick in a coma, Jason's peculiar behavior. It all fits!" Tim told the boy.
Damian was skeptical, he was probably in denial. "Let's say I believe you Drake. If Grayson is indeed in Todd's body, how would he know things about Todd and act like him then?"
"A few days ago, Alfred told me something about Dick that no one in the family knows. He said that Dick was a great actor, since he was a performer and all." Tim told Damian, summarizing his chat with Alfred.
"Why not consider it a body swap then rather than a mind swap?"
Tim felt like Damian was transforming him into Google.
"Because," Tim started. "In my opinion, Mind swap refers to the mind or the consciousness of a person being switched. Body switch refers to the whole soul of the person-to be transferred."
"I do not seem to understand you Drake." Damian honestly said.
Tim sighed in frustration. "If both of them were mind switched and if Dick would be inside of Jason's body, Dick would still be his normal self, unaffected by Jason's whole personality. If they were body switched, Dick would be affected by Jason's body, he would have Jason's 'muscle memory' and Dick, in a way, would not have his acrobatic skills."
"This is a lot to take in." Damian said. Tim felt only a LITTLE pity for the boy, he must probably be having a headache.
"I need one last evidence." Damian said. "Then I'll start to believe you."
Tim pulled out the pair of sticks out of nowhere (It's a Bat thing).
"I found this in the exact alleyway where Jason and Barbara fought some thugs." Tim said, handing the sticks over for Damian to examine them. "Barbara told me that Jason didn't kill any of them."
Damian looked at Tim. "This looks like-"
"A pair of escrima sticks." Tim nodded. "I told you it's a mind switch. Dick still has his skills."
Tim could tell that the boy was believing him already.
"What do we do then?" Damian asked, he placed the sticks on his bed.
"Simple. We confront Dick Grayson himself."
THE NEXT DAY...
Jason had a hunch that there was something different about today. He was at his apartment, eating the usual breakfast he had.
Cereal.
Jason hummed as he pour down milk into his bowl. He was in a good mood today.
Finally done preparing his meal, Jason grabbed a spoon and headed for the couch. He then started to eat.
Yum!
That was when he heard a knock on his door.
"Who is it?!" Jason asked as he stood up to open the door.
"Oh it's just your favorite brothers Timmy and Dami!"
What in the world? Replacement must be drunk if he thought this was Goldie's apartment.
Jason opened the door. There stood the Replacement and the brat.
"What do you want?" He said in a rude manner. Could you blame him? He was enjoying his Saturday morning and then these two decided to show up.
Replacement pushed him inside with such force. He fell on his couch.
The brat shut the door behind them and locked it.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR REPLACEMENT?!" He glared at said person.
Tim sighed. "Stop it Dick, we know it's you."
Your name is Dick.
Damian stood beside Tim. "Drake is correct. You cannot fool us anymore, Grayson."
Damian calls you "Grayson" because that is your name.
"What?" Jason said in a small voice, he probably looked pale.
These two were teaming up and it was unfair for Jason.
"Your name is Dick Grayson. You're an acrobat and you're from the circus." Tim told him.
"No I'm not!" Jason defended. "I'm Jason Todd!"
What a Saturday morning this was turning out to be. These idiots might have been exposed to some type of gas or toxin.
"Stop it Dick! We know it's you!" Tim shouted at him.
Answer to your name.
The two didn't stop babbling about his name being Dick and about Goldie's past.
It made Jason feel worse, and it was not helping him, at all.
Add the feeling of guilt that filled his mind when he realized he had acted rudely around his brothers.
Jason sighed. He figured it was time to spill the beans. They might be able to help him too.
The two stopped, realizing that Jason was about to speak.
"I'm Jason Todd, but in a way, I'm not." He looked down, his cereal at the table, forgotten.
THIS CHAPTER GAVE ME A HEADACHE.
Anyway, there you go, another chapter. Hopefully, this was longer. I hope that you find this chapter a good one and I hope that you guys would review. This chapter is what I wanted to write for a long time since the beginning of the story. Please review!