Author's Note: This is probably the second to last chapter or so. There are still two loose ends to tie up, but for now I thought I'd just let them have a family bonding chapter :) Please enjoy and review!

The first person after his father to come and see him was Alfred. If there was anyone who he could honestly say hadn't changed a bit, it was the old butler. Apparently completely filled in on the events surrounding his return, he came by with a tray of biscuits and cup of tea, which Jason took gratefully.

"Thanks, Al."

"You're very welcome, Master Jason." The man smiled at him warmly. "And may I say it is good to have you back. No words can describe how grateful we all are for this miracle."

Jason returned the smile, a little weak but still there. Alfred patted his shoulder and departed, but his next visitor was not nearly as quiet.

"Let go of me, Grayson!"

He wasn't surprised that it was Dick who came to see him later in the evening. In some brief period of time when Bruce wasn't by his side, his older brother came bursting into the room with the biggest grin on his face Jason had ever seen. He was glad for the local anesthetic when Dick all but torpedoed his way towards the bed and grabbed and hugged him non-too gently. For the first few seconds Jason endured it, but this was getting ridiculous.

"Fuckin' let go!"

"No!" His brother protested. "Are you kidding? After everything? I'm never letting you out of my sight again!"

"Melodramatic much? It's gonna put a hell of a damper on your love life. And I'm not going to Bludhaven!"

"That's okay. My old room here is still available."

"For fuck's sake, Grayson!" He shoved at him. "See? Me? Here? Alive? I'll be fine unless you suffocate me first."

Dick released his grip and his face did turn sober. He moved back far enough that he was sitting only on the edge of the bed. Jason absolutely hated the look of pity his brother was giving him, but after what he'd almost done, he supposed he deserved it. He wondered if Bruce had told them just how far gone he'd been. Probably not, but Dick was damn good at reading people.

"Jay, I'm serious. Whatever issues… whatever anger you have, just talk to us. Me. Bruce. Anybody. No one's going to judge, and I'm not just saying that to be p.c.."

"No, you're saying it because you always have to be so fucking perfect. And in case you don't know already, I don't do 'talks' much."

"Okay, that's fine," Dick was undeterred. "There's a sparring mat down in the cave. Venting there is a hell of a lot safer than out in the streets. If you think you can take me, that is."

"Any time, any place, Big Bird," he scoffed.

"Well, the place you already know, but the time is not before you get better, Little Wing."

With the affectionate titles exchanged, things finally felt right between them. Dick's presence felt as it had when he first saw him in Bludhaven after his return. No anger or resentment, just the warmth of knowing his big brother cared. He had missed it the first time around, Jason realized. When Dick had tried to apologize for his absence during Jason's first life, he'd scoffed and brushed it away. He'd told himself he didn't need a brother, that he was just fine, but like with so many things, hind sight was twenty-twenty. It would have been nice to have Dick around, to have had a brother then.

"You're going back to Bludhaven at some point, aren't you?" he asked finally.

"At some point, probably, yeah."

He nodded. "I guess it's... your place and all that."

Dick grinned. "I'm a circus kid. Any place can be my place, but this?" he raised his eyes to the ceiling and glanced around to encompass the room and more. "This is our place. Our family. If anyone in this house ever needs me for any reason, I'll be here in a heartbeat."

"I know." And he did. It was an effort not to say something cutting and sarcastic, but this felt so much better. He bit his lip. "I think... I need you here. For a little while longer, anyway."

His brother's smile was warm. "Of course. Still gotta to teach you how to make those strawberry milkshakes. Someone has to supervise Damian when I'm not here."

The mention of their little brother reminded Jason that the boy still had not come to see him, and he'd been too afraid to ask. He knew he must be in the house, but he hadn't seen him yet. Being Damian, he probably wouldn't have come to visit either, not after Jason had just turned around and disappeared like that.

"How mad is he?" he finally asked Dick.

His brother seemed to weigh the question. "He's upset. He's been asking about you ever since we got here, but... yeah, he's upset."

"I should talk to him," Jason began to push himself to a more sitting position, but Dick just placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You need to rest, and giving him a little space might not be a bad idea. Kids are kind of... temperamental at that age."

Tim came in next, and it almost surprised Jason how much the young teen's presence didn't bother him. Unlike Dick, he didn't try to talk to him about his meltdown or running away, nothing from his past. Instead he presented him with a red domino mask that he held up between his thumb and middle finger for Jason's inspection. The young man raised a brow.

"It's for you," the teen elaborated. "It's like the new ones I designed for myself and Nightwing. Built-in night vision, thermal detectors, and a bunch of other goodies. I figured red for Red Robin. Unless you want to be something else? Maybe Bluejay?"

"Blue's Dick's color," he replied absently but took the mask from him anyway, turning it over in his hands. "Huh, didn't use tech like this in my day."

"It's pretty handy," the teen grinned. "Bruce has a huge set up way more elaborate in the cowl, but you have to really get into micro technology to fit it in a domino mask, and I'm guessing you're probably not a cowl kind of guy anyway."

"Why hide my chiseled good looks?" Jason smirked. "Thanks."

"Sure," Tim tried to shrug as if it was no big deal. "Whenever you get back out there, it'd be awesome to work with you. I always wondered…"

"Kid," Jason held up a hand to stop him. "You really don't have to try so hard."

He was blushing again. "Sorry. Yeah, yeah, I know. 'Stop apologizing'. It's just that not every kid finds out one of his heroes is back from the dead and then gets to sit across from him and have a conversation."

The teen's smile was so genuine it almost hurt to look at him, but at the same time inside, Jason was glad. Glad that there was at least one person around who smiled so easily, who seemed not yet burdened by the life they've all chosen or that chose them.

A fit Robin.

"Not every so-called-hero has a complete stranger looking out for them." The corner of his mouth turned up slightly. "Thanks for picking up the phone that day, Timmy."

After sleeping through the day and staying in bed most of the evening, he didn't feel tired, even a little restless. Whatever sedatives had been in his system seemed to have cleared, so he rose and made his way down the hallway. The manor was quiet. He passed at the slightly ajar doors to Dick's room and the new one that had been set aside for Damian. Pushing that one open a little more, he peaked inside.

In the ray of light from the hallway he could see the child's form on the bed and even managed to make out Damian's face. He still frowned in his sleep. After everything they've been through, how could he have just abandoned him like that? Jason wanted to go to him, to hold him and assure him it was going to be alright, that he'd never leave him again, but he didn't have the heart to wake the boy. He moved on.

His father's study was at the farthest end of the hall. When he entered, Bruce was standing over his desk, shuffling through papers, but he looked up the moment he walked in. Before he could tell him to go back to bed, Jason spoke.

"If you say I need sleep, that's a bit of the bat calling the former bird black. Which, I know, doesn't make any sense. Sorry, I spent the last two hours with Tim, and the babbling's rubbing off. Nice kid though. Made this for me."

He held out the red domino mask, and Bruce took it without a word, flipped it over to the inside and examined it. Jason went on.

"He keeps talking about suit designs and code names. Seems to have his heart set on Red Robin. I'm starting to think he seriously wants me out there with you guys."

"What do you want?" his father asked neutrally.

The question gave Jason pause. He bit his lip and put a hand on the desk, bracing himself just in case the surge of energy didn't last. He was back at home, back with his family. He already had everything he wanted. Well, almost.

"I think," he said slowly, "I'd like to just be Jason for a while. Figure out who he is."

He might have imagined the breath of relief his father exhaled and wondered if he'd asked to put on a mask again, would Bruce have allowed it. Dick had said that he'd be so happy to have him back that he'd give him anything he asked for. Bruce himself had all but said it. Whatever the case, he certainly looked pleased not to be put in that situation. He came around the table and stood facing him.

"I can tell you some of that. You are the most amazing son and brother anyone can hope for, and your return is the miracle I will be thankful for every day as long as I'm alive. You're Jason Todd. Though," he reached behind him on the desk, "maybe not according to this."

Jason recognized one of the fake passports he'd been caring, the one that read 'Jason Wayne' next to his photograph. He took it from his father, tracing his thumb over the name.

"I liked that," he mused. "I... ah... I told Damian I was his brother. No," he frowned, remembering. "Talia said it first. When we first met, she introduced me to him like that, and I told him we had the same dad because," a snort, "because it was just easier than going into gory details. After a while, I didn't even think about it."

Bruce pressed his lips into a line and looked a little... sad? "I would never presume to replace your parents."

Jason shook his head vigorously. Damn, he'd misunderstood. "No, Dick had parents before you. I didn't. Not like a kid should. And then... and then I had you, but I was too wrapped up in anger... in something stupid to see it. And then it was too late."

"But it's not." A hand came to rest on his shoulder. When he met his father's eyes, they were clear with resolve but also slightly shiny, like he was holding back tears. "I'm, admittedly, late to the game with the... the 'dad' thing, but the more I hear it, the more I like it. If you let me, I'll do my best to live up to it."

Jason managed a smile. "Sure, Dad."

A comfortable silence descended on the study, then after a moment Bruce took the passport from him, examining it again.

"Whoever made these did a good job. They're nearly indistinguishable from the authentic."

"Don't look at me. They just... sort of appeared in my jacket. I didn't even know they were there until Damian and I got to that village. And there was also a lot of money. Different currencies and everything. I don't know how we would've made it so far without any of it."

"And?" his father prompted.

"And," he took a breath, "earlier in night, before the fire, I remember waking up hearing someone in the room, but then I thought I just dreamed it. You think Talia left all that for us. Why would she do that?"

"I have a few thoughts," the man said. "None of them I can be sure of."

Jason bit his lip. "Do you think... do you think there's a chance she's still alive?"

His father said nothing.

Fatigue finally returned so he reluctantly headed back to his room, but stopped at Damian's door again. From the hall he could hear the boy tossing in what sounded like the beginning of a nightmare, and this time Jason couldn't hold back. Slowly making his way inside, he carefully lowered himself on the edge of the bed next to his brother.

"Wake up." He touched the child' hair. "It's just a bad dream, little D. Wake up."

The boy jerked slightly, but then settled down. Slowly his eyes opened, focusing on Jason. No surprised registered as he blinked his long lashes at him.

"You left." Even drowsy, his voice was clearly accusing.

"I know," Jason replied apologetically. "I'm sorry. I was in a very bad place. Not with you and Dick in Bludhaven," he corrected quickly seeing the look of confusion and hurt on the boy's face. He took the child's palm and pressed it against his own chest. "In here. I was in a bad place in here."

"And now?"

"Now I'm in a good place," Jason smiled. "A really good place, and I'm not leaving. I swear."