Disclaimer: I don't own the characters

Oh and just wanted to clear up last chapter that I meant since he wasn't really an age past his death He didn't have any nightmares about it.

That morning Jason just made waffles, thinking about the events of last night. His only thought really was that he was screwed. Bad.

After eating he sighed and went to his room. He got some cash and put it in his pocket. As he turned to leave he stopped and reached into a drawer in his dresser. He pulled a small swiss army knife and also put it in his other pocket where he could easily grab it. Never let it be said that he was never prepared.

He walked the twenty minute walk to the store area of Gotham. He grumbled as he pulled a shopping cart. Not being able to drive legally was so overrated.

He quickly went to a cheap clothes store and got a bunch of t-shirts and some pants. He also grabbed a leather jacket on his way. (Hey, leather jackets were cool.)

The clerk was nice enough. She seemed to be either fifthteen or sixteen. Though he didn't miss how she was checking him out. Poor girl, if only she knew the truth. He flashed her a quick smile when the transaction was done. As he left, out of the corner of his eye he saw her blush and look straight down. He just chuckled.

When he got outside he took the leather jacket and put it on. He then headed down to the grocery store.

He absentmindedly just knocked things into the cart. After making sure when he was done that the food was stuff he actually liked, he headed to the checkout counter. Maybe he could make another cashier blush. As he was pushing he suddenly felt a firm tug on his jacket. He looked behind him and froze.

It was Damian.

Crap.

Before he could say anything Damian asked,"The cereal in your cart. Do you know where the rest are?"

Jason looked down and saw the cereal Damian was pointing to.

"My moronic brother has been searching the whole store for it."

Jason thought about it and realized he had picked up the last of said cereal. He sighed and picked up the delicious sugary meal.

He just pushed it towards him and said,"Here."

Damian replied with a quiet 'thank you' and left. Jason laughed as he left. Who knew the Demon spawn would be nice. He then thought about it and realized something. He said his brother was looking for the cereal. Jason gulped. Out of all the brothers only one would search an entire store just for cereal.

Dick.

Double crap.

Now Jason was screwed. While thankfully Damian didn't know what Jason had looked like before his death, Dick did. Granted they weren't really close but Jason knew Dick would recognize him. And he also knew Dick would want to probably thank him.

Jason looked and saw the long line for the cashiers.

Well screw that. Jason hurried towards the self check out and bought his stuff so fast that all the flashes would be proud. He loaded the bags and sped walk. Even though his arms ached from the heavy load he ignored it. He didn't even look back.

Dick sighed as he looked at the empty shelves. Maybe the cereal really wasn't there. As he was about to give up Damian came back with the cereal in hand.

Dick grinned and ruffled Damian's hair,"Thanks Dami!"

Damian bristled at the nickname but all the same was pleased by the praise.

Then Dick asked,"Hey, where did you find this?"

"I asked a boy and he gave it to me." Damian replied.

Dick frowned. "Well where is he? I wanna say thank you."

Damian rolled his eyes. "Tt, I did say thank you to him. But he was at the cashiers last I checked, if you must also thank him."

Dick grinned. "Well we're done here anyways so let's go."

The two brothers made their way to the front of the store. Dick looked around. He glanced down to Damian who didn't to see him either. Dick sighed. Oh well, if Damain ever saw the boy he would ask him to say thank you for Dick. Dick pushed Damian to the long line, them both seeming obvious to how and why the boy had just taken off with the long line.

Jason didn't look back til he got to his building. He was relieved to see no one was following him. He really didn't need anyone seeing him. He went up the stairs and when he finally got to his apartment felt like he carried two freaking tons.

He unlocked the door and it took all of his will not to just throw the groceries on the counter and instead put them away. He walked over and fell face first on his couch. He slightly turned his head to see the time. It read 4:00.

He sighed. He wouldn't have to go out for a few hours. He grabbed the remote on the coffee table in front of the couch and turned on the tv. He flipped around until he found Oliver and company. Sure it was a Disney movie, but when he was younger he did really like it. He turned his body to get more comfortable and watched as the dog named Dodger (aka his favorite character next to Oliver) sing 'Why should I worry'. He smiled blissfully in what seemed like a long time.

Yeah I was deciding whether or not to write this chapter or not but decided in the end to write it because honestly, I could totally see this happening and Jason loving Oliver and company. I think he would like Oliver because their kind of similar.