I felt like I need to update this early to make it up to you guys.

Anyways, please prepare for total shocked expressions and constant confusions.

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"I cannot believe this is happening!" Damian said in frustration. He was pacing outside the med-bay as Doctor Leslie Thompkins checked Jason inside. "First, Todd and Grayson had their memories... swapped or whatever and now THIS?!"

Tim was not in a good mood either.

Alfred was deeply worried but he had to rush upstairs because there was a phone call.

The only thing that can make Tim a little bit calm is when he taunts the brat.

"Hey Damian, you should calm down." Tim said, trying to sound nonchalant. "I haven't heard any -Tt-'s from you for a while."

Damian gave him a mini Batglare. "You want me to? Fine! -Tt- -Tt- -Tt- -Tt- -Tt- -Tt- -Tt-! There! Happy now Drake?!"

"Very. Thanks Damian, you made me feel a little better." Tim said, truly thankful.

"Whatever Drake!"

Alfred came rushing from the entrance of the Batcave.

"What is it Alfred?" The third Robin asked, curious to know why the butler seemed to be in a hurry.

"It's Master Dick, sir." Alfred started.

"What happened to Grayson?" Asked Damian, his tone filled with worry.

Damian looks like his going to drown in a pool of worry. Huh. Tim thought.

"He's awake."

Both Tim and Damian shared a look with each other.

"Hey there Dick." Bruce said as he sat at a nearby chair. "How are you feeling?"

After Bruce called out the nurse and the doctor, they approved that the patient was indeed fine. As soon as this was heard by the man, he felt relieved.

Dick just stared at Bruce, breathing heavily.

The silence was really not making Bruce freak out. Really.

"What's wrong chum?" He asked, sounding concerned.

Dick's eyebrows furrowed. "Why... why are you calling me that?" He asked in a soft voice.

Bruce was taken aback. "I've always called you that, Dick." He said, trying not to sound hurt. "Is there a problem with it?"

Dick thought for a moment, he looked confused. "I don't..."

"Chum," Bruce said. "A lot has happened while you were gone. Everyone's worried about you. I'm glad you're awake, Dick."

"Why do you keep calling me that?" His eldest son continued asking as if he didn't hear Bruce's answer. He looked around. "And why... why am I here?"

"You were in a coma, Dick." Bruce explained. "For a long time."

"That's... I don't understand." The patient said.

Bruce sighed. Maybe he needs to explain things to Dick step by step. "Chum, what was the last thing you remember?"

Dick gave a thoughtful look. "I was with the Replacement. We were at the Batcave and he was asking me questions. Then for some reason, he started comforting me." He answered.

Bruce blinked. That was not the answer he was hoping for and "Replacement?" Wasn't it Jason that usually calls Tim that?

"No Dick, you were with Jason. You two were in a mission before you fell unconscious and slipped into coma." Bruce said.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" Now Dick was sounding a little angry.

Oh boy.

And Bruce, of course, was confused. "What do you mean?" Because he wanted to understand Dick.

"From what I recall, I was with Dick when the mission happened and I didn't slip into coma, Dick did."

Bruce was not feeling well when he got to the manor, he was mad.

M-A-D. MAD.

Mad because Jason-Dick, whatever did not report about this-this whole event. Mad because Tim and Damian hid it from him. And mad because his coffee did not make him feel a little happy after his eldest son's testament.

He slammed the door shut (Alfred will not be pleased. He'll deal with that later.)

"TIMOTHY JACKSON DRAKE! DAMIAN AL GHUL WAYNE! JASON PETER TODD! GET YOUR BUTTS HERE NOW!" Bruce ordered.

He heard footsteps from his study. The two youngest Robins appeared.

When they saw Bruce, they stopped and gulped.

"Tim," Bruce growled. "Where is Jason."

It wasn't a question. Which proves that he was MAD.

Tim mustered all his courage and said, "Jason's... resting. Alfred is with him right now."

"He wasn't feeling well, Father." Damian added. "He was really in pain a while ago."

"Fine." Bruce said between gritted teeth. "Then would you two mind explaining to me why my eldest son woke up thinking he was his brother Jason?"

AN HOUR EARLIER...

"Damian! He's waking up!"

"Why thank you for stating the obvious, Drake."

"Just shut up you brat."

"What's going on?" Jason asked as he opened his eyes, looking from Tim to Damian.

Tim sighed. "Jason, you should've told us that this has happened to you before. Alfred was really worried you know." He said.

Damian nodded in agreement. "To answer your question Todd, you were unconscious after experiencing headache. Thompkins left just a while ago, she told us that there was nothing wrong with you."

Jason blinked. "Timmy? Dami? What...?"

The demon brat scowled. "I told you never to call me that Todd."

Just then, Alfred decided to show up and ask if they needed anything. Tim just told him that they were fine. He left.

"Jason," Tim asked. "Is your head still in pain?"

The Red Hood just gave him a confused look.

"-Tt- Drake, Todd needs to rest." Damian said, giving Tim a glare. The youngest decided to push Tim towards the exit. "Tomorrow would be a good time to interrogate him."

Tim was staring at Jason. There was something odd about him. Tim decided to ask the questions.

"Hey," He said, calling Jason's attention. The man turned, giving him an innocent look. "What's your name?"

Jason tilted his head to the side, confused to why Tim was asking this question. "Richard. Richard Grayson."

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