Chpt.2

"Ugh. I'm not feeling too good." Dick groaned on Jason's couch. The sunlight shined through the window, streaming across his face and making the man groan in pain and pull the blanket draped over him, over his face.

"I told you to drink water, but do you listen to the experienced Drinker? Noooo." Jason sighed. "Look at me. I'm Dick Grayson and I have a nice ass and I'm perfect. I won't get a hangover who needs water." Jason laughed, shaking his head. "You really are an idiot."

"Bite me." Dick grunted, wrapping the blanket around his head more, trying to get things as dark and quiet as possible.

"I'm gonna head out and grab some coffee while checking up on a few contacts. You think you can handle laying there for a few hours?" Jason questioned and was answered by a long unintelligible groan from Dick.

"Great." Jason smirked, then walked out the door.

~*~*~*~Elsewhere~*~*~*~

The name Bruce Wayne sounded familiar to Ruari, but she didn't pay much mind to it and continued to have a conversation with the man.

As they neared the station Bruce said,

"Gotham is a big city. Do you think you'll be able to find your two friends on your own?"

"Well, I gotta give it a try. I don't have their phone numbers or addresses. At least one of them moves around all the time, so maybe I'll just get lucky and bump into them." Ruari shrugged. She figured that she might be able to run into Jason if she stuck near some crime ridden parts of Gotham (or at least the more crime ridden parts of Gotham since there wasn't really an un-crime ridden place in Gotham). She might be able to find Dick in cereal isles of grocery stores. In all honesty, Ruari was relying on pure luck to find them.

"Maybe I can help. I know a lot of people in Gotham. What are their names?" Bruce inquired. Just as Ruari was about to open her mouth, she noticed a man coming towards her. Big, nasty looking, and just perfect goon material.

"Ruari Eve Whelan, FBI agent Langston. You are going to come with me." he stated, quickly flashing the badge, then putting it away.

"Can I see your badge again, I'm not convinced." Ruari stated, crossing her arms. The man rolled his eyes.

"I don't have time for this, come with me."

"Show her your badge." Bruce stated, glaring at the man. The man backed up a bit then looked at Ruari.

"Creating a scene is not a wise idea." He grunted and Ruari kept her face calm.

"Then I'll see you outside the train." She stated firmly, and the man walked off to a nearby seat. Despite Ruari's calm face, she was feeling the exact opposite of calm.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

"I'm taking it that he isn't a friend." Bruce said in a lower voice.

"He's one of the many reasons I need to hide." Ruari nodded. "And I also don't plan to meet him outside the train." She fidgeted a bit as the train stopped, at its destination, anxiety pumped through her veins.

"Follow me and stay close." Bruce stated as they stood and filed out of the train.

Bruce weaved left and right in the crowd, casually draping his jacket around Ruari. To Ruari's surprise, they ended at a limo and jumped in.

"A guest, sir?" the man driving questioned.

"Yes. Drive now Alfred." Bruce stated. His voice was calm but Ruari could hear an edge to it.

"In a hurry I see." The old man, Alfred, nodded, and the car sped off.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Wayne. You are a true life saver." Ruari sighed in relief. A rich life saver too. I should really do a background check on random guys I decide to trust. For all I know he could be part of another mob.

"Why was that man after you?" Bruce inquired, his sharp blue eyes boring into the woman suspiciously.

"My parents were part of some unsavory business. Now some mob boss wishes to speak to me and he killed my fiancé in the process." Ruari informed, tapering off a bit at the last part of her sentence.

I miss Sam.

"My condolences." Bruce whispered.

"It's okay." Ruari sighed heavily. "I just… I really need to just step back and let everything sink in when I'm safe for a few days. I need to find my friends."

"What are their names? I might know them and if not, I can help you find them." Bruce questioned, and Ruari took in a deep breath.

"Well, one is Jason Todd, but you may not know him because he likes to make himself almost unreachable, and then there's Dick Grayson. He was a police officer in Blüdhaven but he came here for some reason." Bruce stared at Ruari in shock and surprise.

"They are my sons."

"Wait. What?" Ruari questioned, eyes widening.

"Dick Grayson and Jason Todd. I adopted them. They are my sons." Bruce stated. Ruari stared at him, then shook her head, truly baffled.

"I am the luckiest girl alive."

~*~*~*~Elsewhere~*~*~*~

When Jason got back, Dick had fallen back to sleep on the couch. Locking the door behind him, Jason walked further into his house to where Dick was sleeping.

"Wake up, Dickie Bird." Jason stated, shaking his 'brother's' shoulder.

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Dick groaned, burying his head deeper into the pillow.

"Wake up. I got you some coffee and a donut. Chocolate with sprinkles." Jason stated, but Dick didn't budge. "Hey, don't forget that you talked me into have a little lunch dinner thing at the manor. What? Now that you got me to agree you're just not gonna move your ass?"

"I'm up." Dick grumbled, slowly getting up and grabbing the chocolate donut and coffee.

"You look wonderful, sleeping beauty." Jason laughed.

"Yeah yeah. I get it. Sorry I'm a bit grumpy, I'm just still kinda hung over and your couch is like a rock." Dick grunted.

"Well sorry that my safe house isn't a five star hotel." Jason huffed with a small smirk, and Dick grinned back at him.

"Yeah, I'm giving it a negative two. I mean, there wasn't even any mints on the pillows." Dick stated with a small chuckle. "And don't get me started on the room service."

"So I shouldn't open a hotel, got it." Jason chuckled. "I'll just stick to killing mobsters and drug dealers."

Walking into his room, Jason started getting dressed. Dick had asked him to eat with Bruce and Alfred so Jason might be able to start amending some of the things he had done. A step in the right direction was what Dick called it. Jason wanted to call it a pain in the neck.

However, even though he wouldn't admit it out loud, Dick had a point.

So, he threw on a clean white t-shirt and one of his less beaten up leather jackets. He then found the pair of his 'nice jeans' and put on his nicer boots as well.

He stared at his reflection and sighed heavily. Jason felt fidgety and more on edge, which he hated and he paced back and forth in the room, thinking about nothing except for praying that the meal with Bruce wouldn't be terrible.

"Ready to go?" Dick inquired, popping his head inside the room. Time must had passed because Dick was dressed in a nice button down shirt and some khaki pants.

"As ready as I'll ever be, golden boy." Jason grunted and Dick looped an arm around Jason.

"Aw, cheer up Jay. It won't be too bad. This'll just be a normal dinner with awesome food served by Alfred. It'll be fine."

"Fine? With Bruce there it'll hardly be fine." Jason growled, clenching his jaw in anger. Dick noticed Jason's anger and gave him a smile.

"Just let it go." Dick grinned. "Let it go. Let it go. Can't hold it back any more. Let it go! Let it go-"

"Shut up, Dick. You can't sing for shit." Jason sighed as he walked out of the room and headed to get to Dick's car.

"You wound me." Dick pouted, placing a hand over his heart as he followed behind Jason.

"Just get in the car so we can get this damn thing over with." Jason said with defeat, and the two piled into the car.