Dick and Roy had been fuming when they had seen tears on Jason's face, but both kept quiet about it. Batman doesn't change overnight, they reasoned, and Jason would get the love he needed from brothers, in arms or otherwise. Roy took Jason around the shoulders and waited for Dick to do the same, but the other paused. Glancing warily in Batman's direction, he said, "I'm not sure if Jay is a fan of any Bats right now. You lead him to the jet, Roy."

Roy nodded and led Jason, who didn't struggle. The ride was completely silent, everyone processing their own way, wondering how exactly it was possible and how exactly it could be reversed.

Jason could feel in his heart that the peace with his family he felt now was temporary, and soaked it in as much as he could. He liked being okay around them, liked putting his guard down, even if it was behind the brick wall of his catatonic state. He closed his eyes and slept without the nightmares that usually plagued him. Dick noticed the sheer impassive nature of the expression on his sleeping brother's face. What would have happened, he wondered, if they had found him when he was originally like this? Would he have been happier? Could he be happy in this state?

Dick huffed out a sigh. Too many questions he was too useless to answer. He extended his arm and brushed Jason's hair out of his eyes. Roy looked on silently, and dreaded explaining all this to Kori.

Stepping off the plane proved more difficult to stepping on. While Jason had woken up instantly when the plane landed, one look out the window rooted him to his seat. He had nearly broken Roy's arm when he tried to move him, so that option was out. They all stood in a semi-circle around Jason's seat.

"Do we talk to him?" Roy asked, rubbing his sore wrist.

Dick shrugged. "I'm pretty sure he'll understand. But it's still Jason. And he's kind of a stubborn brat. Right, Jaybird?"

Jason heard, and understood on some level, but the parts of his brain he had left were completely occupied with one thing.

"It's the uniform, I think," Roy said. "He's staring at that case. What does that-" Roy stopped, his eyes widening. He read the plaque aloud. "Jason Todd. A Good Soldier." Roy looked from Jason's tensed form to Batman's tensed form. "You have got to be kidding me. Now I get why he pretends he doesn't love you guys."

"Roy-" Dick started, looking nervously between his mentor and his friend.

"No. That is insane. You guys think it's okay to have your little memorial case and pretend he's still in the ground. Ridiculous."

"I get that you're mad," Dick countered slowly, "and maybe you're right. But yelling isn't going to solve anything. We can talk about this later if you want."

"No. This is exactly what's going to happen. This person that you guys wish didn't exist saved me from being executed. Not Green Arrow, not Nightwing," he shoved his index finger in Dick's chest, "the Red Hood. But you would rather remember some little kid that you buried. That's-" Roy fidgeted, the anger inside him making it hard to stand still. All he could see was the druggie he used to be, the picture of him that Ollie had in his mind. "That's unfair," he wilted. It was hard to stay mad staring into Dick's understanding and pitying eyes.

"Now is no time for arguments," a voice boomed from the front of the cockpit. How long Kori had been listening Roy didn't know, but she now stood angrily with her hands placed on her hips. She strode past them. "Alfred informed me of the situation. He allowed me inside." She stopped by Jason's chair and placed a hand on his shoulder. No movement, and his eyes were still glued to his old uniform. "Jason," she said softly, and Dick remembered how gentle she could be when she wanted to be. "I know it's hard to confront a past that was so cruel to you, but don't you think it's time to come in from the outskirts?"

One tear slid down his cheek, and she wiped it away with a sad smile on her face. "Come along, Jason. Let's get you home."

Jason stood up and walked of his own accord. Roy smiled triumphantly at Kori, who scowled back at him. Dick snickered at the exchange until she glared at him too, and they walked behind her egos equally bruised. Batman waited until everyone was out of the jet, and stared at the plaque and case he had put up years ago. Sighing, Bruce pulled his cowl down and exited the plane.

Alfred watched them all sit by the computer in the cave and set his tray of cookies down. "Master Jason," he said, and touched the boy's chin to get him to look up. "Rest assured, once your predicament is fixed, you will still always be welcome here, at your home."

Home, Jason thought.

END.

(A.N.: Don't worry! There will be a sequel to this, called "Smile Because It Happened." Also, while I'm going to tag this story as complete, I will be adding a couple of epilogues, so that you can see what becomes of the Outlaws and home life in the manor. I hope everyone enjoyed this story, and thank you so much for all your reviews!)