Chapter 8

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"They're serial killers." Tim murmurs. Wide eyes flitting from screen to screen to Bruce to screen as he processes the information.

"Excuse me?" Bruce asks, a calm facade blocking any other emotion from coming through.

"Serial killers. Top of the FBI most wanted list. Pronounced dead three times. That's the good news. The bad news, is that Dean Winchester, was adopted out of a Gotham orphanage while Jason was in juvie at the exact same time. Brought in at the same time on the same day. Dean Winchester gave them the name Dean Todd when he was arrested, it was changed about a year after he was adopted. His birthday is listed the same as Jason's. And, last but certainly not least, they had Dean Winchester's DNA on file from when he was arrested. I ran it against Jason's. Fraternal twins. I found Jason's twin brother, and he's a fucking serial killer." Tim says, awed and horrified.

"No" they hear from behind them, and though Tim is surprised, he doesn't show it, simply spinning around in the Batchair to watch his brother, not sure how Jason is going to react to this information.

"He fucking isn't. I don't care what that says. I know him." Jason says, conviction thick in his voice.

"You were eight the last time you saw him, Jason. He could have been through anything since you last saw him. He might not be the kid you used to know." Bruce says.

"I fucking know that people change, B, but not that much. He was the good half. I never thought we'd make it out of Gotham, out of our shitty life, but he did. He would insist that mom would be better, and we'd grow up and go live somewhere the sun shone, maybe near a beach. That we'd get a house, with a backyard, and nobody would ever hurt us there, and we wouldn't have to leave cause' of anybody else. He used to hold my hand at night and tell me that when we grew up, when we got out, we wouldn't have to starve, and freeze and never trust anybody else, we wouldn't have to steal just to stay alive. He put up a good act around other people, about being a tough guy, and he was good at it, he was sarcastic, and he could hold his own in any fight we got ourselves into. But when it was just us, he was, really fucking sweet. He was older than me by about nine minutes, but he might as well have been nine years older than me with how he acted. He was maternal as shit, always making sure I had a blanket, more food, the side of the bed furthest away from the door, he would take beatings meant for me, jumping in and pissing the guy off enough to beat on him instead. He had me behind him in any fight, he was the first one through the window in a sketchy B&E. He used to lock me in closets or out of the apartment when one of our mothers' boyfriends went batshit, taking the brunt of the abuse. He's not a fucking serial killer. He's not." Jason insists.

Bruce and Tim want to believe him, and because they trust Jason, they decide to hold their judgement until they meet him, both of them able to see how much Jason needs someone on his side about this.

"Okay. Tim's gonna go and see if he can't get him to meet back in that park. We don't think ambushing him with the information is the way to go, but if we can ease him into it, it should be a calmer exchange for everyone." Bruce says, watching for a negative reaction from Jason as he speaks.

"Fine" Jason says, knowing that if he just shows up at his brother's motel room, claiming something that he can't prove, it won't end well for either of them. He knows that allowing Tim to go in with a level head and the facts, will allow for, he doesn't really know. But he does know that it's a lot less likely to get Dean's defences up. He doesn't like finally knowing where his brother is, that he's alive and okay, but not immediately going to him.

Logically, it's the best plan, emotionally, it feels like tearing his heart out of his chest and eating it. It feels like betrayal. Knowing where his twin is, and not going to him.

"Let me know when we leave, I'll shadow you there." Jason says, spinning on his heel and heading up to his room in the manor.

The first thing he does when he gets there is log onto his computer and pull all the files Tim had open downstairs, it takes him about an hour to sift through everything, and when he's done he drags his hands down his face, pushing back tears as he tries to connect his twin from years ago with the man depicted in these files. It doesn't add up. "What happened to you, Dean?" he asks, knowing that an answer won't be coming, at least not until he confronts his brother himself. Gets those answers for himself.

AN Thoughts? Good? Bad? Meh? Lemme know what you think. :)