Dick awoke in confusion, unsure of where he was, or why he felt so heavy. Slowly the night's events filtered in through his memory. He groaned and shut his eyes, willing the image in his mind to fade away. He glanced down at himself. Nope, not a nightmare. The red light glaring from his alarm clock told him it was 7:21. He had slept… four hours? He rubbed his face and stretched, there was no point in lazing about in bed in his current state.

Dick knew he had to do something he had been dreading—take a shower. He walked into the bathroom, and stared for a moment at his face, rubbing his jaw and taking in the longer face, turquoise eyes and white streak of hair that hung low over his brow. Shaking his head, he turned off the lights to shower. They may be brothers, but he did NOT need to see more of Jason than he already saw on a daily basis. All in all, it was probably the quickest shower he had taken in his life.

Sufficiently clean, he walked to his closet and faced a new problem—none of his clothes fit. Jason had a couple of inches and at least 30 pounds on Dick, and even his sweatpants were too tight. He let out a long sigh and made his way over to Jason's room. He knocked and waited. Jason was difficult to rouse on the best of days. With no response, he started knocking again and didn't stop until he heard a crash and swearing from within. The door opened and Jason glared groggily up at Dick.

"Whaddyawant?"

"I need clothes," he replied innocently.

Jason stared uncomprehending for a moment, then turned back into his room. A pair of dark grey jeans and a maroon t-shirt flew out of the dark space.

"Thanks!" He hollered back, as the door slammed in his face. Shaking his head, Dick walked back to his room and changed before walking to the kitchen. He found Damian seated at the table working on calculus homework, while Tim stared blearily off into space over a cup of coffee. He was fortunate that he had the weekend off for work, it gave them some time to deal with their problems—he did not like the idea of Jason having to impersonate him at precinct. There was no way that would end well, and his partner Amy Rohrbach would immediately know something was up. He rummaged around the kitchen for a box of cereal as Alfred walked in.

"Would you care for some coffee, Master Dick?" Unflappable as always, Alfred spoke as though nothing was out of place.

"That'd be great Alfred, thanks. I take it you heard about the night we had?"

"I did indeed, however I have no doubt that the two of you will be sorted out in no time. I must admit, it is rather strange seeing you as Master Jason."

Dick snorted. "Tell me about it, how do you think it is for me? I don't even want to tell you how weird it felt to use my own toothbrush this morning. I will be burning that as soon as things are back to normal."

There was a scuffling noise from the hallway as Jason shuffled in, hands in his pockets. He took in his family, eyes landing on Tim, still sitting with a dazed look on his face. Damian watched with amusement as Jason crept forward, utilizing Dick's lighter and stealthier body, until his face was a few inches from Tim's.

"Good mornin' Timmy!" Tim startled into the present, spilling coffee on his hands. Damian snickered as Tim rapidly started wiping up the spilled coffee with his napkin.

"Jesus, Dick- er Jason! What was that for?"

He grinned. "I'm exercising my rights as your elder to mess with you."

"And I am exercising mine, Master Jason," Jason flinched at Alfred's tone. "Help Tim clean this up, and you will be assisting in the preparation of dinner tonight."

He grinned. "Still totally worth it. What are you thinking so hard about anyway, Timbo?" Tim scowled at the nickname.

"A solution to your screw-ups Jay. You might want to be a bit nicer to me if you want out of your predicament."

Jason pursed his lips as if in thought. "I could, but then how would I stay entertained during this trying time of mine?"

As Tim kicked him under the table, Bruce stalked in, phone in hand.

"I've spoken with all my magical contacts, and no one seems to know what spell hit you guys. What they all agreed upon, is that this shouldn't be permanent, but we'll need to find the witch to determine countermeasures."

There was a collective groan from the table as everyone spoke at once.

"It will take hours if not days of research to track this lady down—"

"How do we know she's even still here?! If she's smart, she's fled by now, it's what I would have done—"

"If this harlot believes she can escape, she will shortly learn otherwise or suffer the consequences—"

"Everyone quiet down!"

There was immediate silence as everyone, Dick included, was shocked by the booming yell that came from him.

Tim spoke up. "No offense Dick… but you're kinda scary as Jason."

He rubbed his neck, looking sheepishly at the group. "Sorry guys… but all the more reason to fix this. We can figure it out. It will be difficult, but if we work together, she won't be hidden for long. We can do this!"

"And there's the Dickie bird we all know and hate."

"Jay, you know I love you, but shut up for a moment." Jason flipped him off but stayed quiet as Dick continued. "Bruce, I think our best lead is figuring out whoever was receiving the guns last night. If they had the funds to get a witch-for-hire, they must have more influence than we previously thought."

Bruce rubbed his chin in thought. "Tim, I want you to gather as much intel as you can on this group. We can't go in blind again. Dick, Jayson, you two should spend the day getting accustomed to… this…" He gestured at them. "When we go out tonight, you need to be comfortable enough to fight. Damian, you can help them train."

He scowled. "Father, I have much better things to do than assisting these two idiots with their own issues."

"Things like your perfectly completed calculus homework?" Dick ruffled Damian's hair, much to his displeasure. "C'mon Dami, it'll be fun. Plus, with me and Jason out of sorts from this whole shindig, you may even be able to beat Jason in sparring."

He let out a bark of laughter. "Fat chance, demon brat."

Damian stood to his full height of four feet nine inches and glared at Jason. "Sparring mats, 15 minutes." And with that he huffed off in the direction of his bed room.

Ten minutes later found the two of them in workout clothes in the training area of the cave, waiting for Damian to join. Tim sat at the computer conducting research, while Bruce was nowhere to be found.

"Okay, Jay," Dick rubbed his hands together, "We're gonna have to train in each other's fighting styles."

"What?! Why?"

Dick rose an eyebrow. "You may be able to fit in your gear, but it would be real loose, and that could be a hazard when fighting. And there's no way I'll be able to fit into my gear."

"It could stretch," he muttered.

"It's Kevlar reinforced polymer Jay, it stretches enough for me to climb into it! It's not gonna magically grow two inches longer and wider! Look, I don't like it either, you think I want to wear your sweaty gross jacket? But we have to make do with what we've got. Hopefully we won't have to deal with it for long."

Jason breathed through his nose. "Fine. But you damage any part of my equipment and you'll never find your escrima sticks again."

"Why would you take those, of all things?"

He shrugged. "They're cool." Jason's face split into a wide grin. "So this means you're gonna have to fight with guns then, huh?"

Dick let out a long-suffering sigh. "I know how to use a gun, Jay. I work as a cop, remember?"

"Yeah, but can you do this?"

He grabbed his guns, climbed on top of a crate, and while jumping off did a complicated flipping maneuver while simultaneously shooting each of the six targets spread around the cave dead center. Tim yelled "Seriously?!" as the mug he was about to drink from shattered, dousing him anew with coffee. Jason crossed his arms and looked to Dick with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Okaaay let's assume that I'm as likely to do that as you are to land a quadruple backflip. Let's just focus on hand to hand for now, we can work on the fighting styles we both know."

Damian descended the stair case and came to a stop in front of his two elders, arms crossed. "I do not wish to spend any longer working with you imbeciles than what is required of me."

"Aw man, I thought I had graduated from your 'Imbeciles List' Damian."

"Tt. With this stunt Grayson, count yourself lucky you didn't end up on the 'Lost-cause List' with Drake." An indignant yell came from Tim, still mopping up the coffee.

"Welp, we better get into this then, I don't want to be demoted any further."

Jason rolled his eyes at his brothers and they all got into ready stances to prepare sparring with each other. They sparred for several hours, going through different moves in Judo, Taekwondo, and all the other martial arts they were trained in. While the session began with many missteps and improperly placed moves, by the time lunch came around they were almost back to the level of skill they regularly had (though Damian was proud to say that he had been able to Judo flip Jason to the mat at least once). Drenched in sweat, they descended upon the platter of sandwiches Alfred had left next to the batcomputer.

Tim looked up from his research as Dick set a sandwich down next to him, along with a fresh cup of coffee. "Thanks, Dick. If Jason keeps ruining my coffee, I'm going to start going through withdrawals."

"Hey, the amount of coffee you drink is nowhere near healthy levels," Jason argued through a mouthful of sandwich. He swallowed. "Speaking of withdrawals, how are ya holding up, Dickie?"

Dick frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Look at your hands." All eyes went to Dick's slightly trembling fingers. His frown deepened as he flipped his hand over. "I'm a smoker, Dick. My body hasn't gotten a cigarette in almost a day, and since you're making it go cold turkey, it's going through withdrawals." Jason let out a bark of laughter. "Hah, you have to go through withdrawals for me!"

Dick scowled. "Well, I'm certainly not going to start smoking! I'll just deal with it. And hey, if it gets you to stop smoking then it's worth it."

"We'll see if you still agree with that as it gets worse. I've tried quitting before, Dick, I know every pain that is yet to come."

"We've been through more pain than most people alive, and you think this is going to be worse?"

"Just wait and see. I'm telling you, it's different."

Dick just shook his head. "Tim, what have you found out about our lovely friends from the docks?"

"Well I don't think they're anyone you'd want to be friends with. We didn't have much on them before because they're new to Gotham, but they're not a new group. They're led by this guy, Claus Blaschko. I can find almost no information on him, as far as Interpol is concerned, he came into existence at the same time as the gang. They seem to migrate, never staying in a city for more than a few months. The earliest records I can find of them is that they originated somewhere in central Europe a few years back, making their way west. The records Interpol has on them go cold about a year back, in London. From my own investigation, I found that they popped up in Miami about ten months ago, and have been making their way up the coast since."

Jason grabbed another sandwich. "So why don't the local gangs in every city kick them out? I mean, something like this would usually start a turf war, wouldn't it?"

"Normally I would agree with you, but as this gang has moved around it's picked up the worst of the worst in every city, and these people have street cred. Most likely the local gangs know that this would be a fight they wouldn't get out of easily, and if the gang is only going to be there a few months anyway, they just let it slide until they leave. So the gang spends those few months trafficking everything they can get their hands on—weapons, drugs, people, they're not picky, unfortunately. While they're there, they pick up some new henchmen from whichever city they're in to help them blend in, and do grunt work for them, like picking up their equipment. The shipment that you guys stopped last night probably wasn't even one of their bigger ones, the gang hasn't been here long enough yet. This is all guesswork, but I'd wager that the local henchmen warned Blaschko about all the vigilantes in Gotham, and he hired the witch to get a measure of what we're like."

Dick grimaced. "Why haven't they been stopped? The police in all these cities should have known something was up."

"Unfortunately, they seem to be taking advantage of the cities by settling in the districts with the most corrupt police, it's probably why they set up shop in Bludhaven."

There was silence as they all pondered Tim's words. It was common knowledge that Bludhaven had a corrupt police department, it was one of the reasons Dick chose to work there instead of Gotham. He hoped to one day be able to influence the BPD enough to replace the corrupt officers with honest ones.

Damian spoke up. "So what is our next move?"

"We want to find the witch lady, and if she's in Blaschko's pocket, odds are that she's staying with the gang for the time being. So we find the gang, we find the witch. Problem is, I wasn't able to find anything on where the gang is headquartered, and Bludhaven is a big place. I know the BPD keeps tabs on where the gangs hang out, but they haven't switched to digital records yet, so it's not the sort of thing I can hack my way into."

Dick groaned. "Tim, tell me you're not saying what I think you're saying."

He grimaced. "Sorry about this, Dick." Tim turned to Jason. "Hey Jay, how do you feel about impersonating Dick and breaking into BPD's records room?"

Hey everybody! Another chapter down, it's more of a filler but it's setting up for some of the things to come. Plus it's fun to explore all the little things Dick and Jason have to deal with in their current situation :)

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