The four hours that it took for the plane to leave New Jersey and get to Saskatchewan took flew by a lot faster than Jason had expected, and although he silently freaked out the whole time, worrying that Damian would have a fit, he just slept the whole time.

They didn't have to wait for their bags, so Jason headed straight for the nearest taxi. It took the driver 10 minutes to drive them to the nearest motel, which honestly looked like a White Castle. He only had American Money, but seeing they were from out of the country he didn't charge him.

There was almost nothing around them, just a little donut place in the parking lot, a truck stop across the street from that, and two gas stations across the street from the Motel. It was good, quaint, and they wouldn't draw any attention to themselves, he made a mental note to try for a job with one of the gas stations. Yes, until they could get on their feet, this would be perfect.

Once he had sorted everything out with the desk clerk, who was completely cooing over Damian, they headed up to their room. It made him smile sadly, the way Damian did nothing. Before the Lazarus Pit, Damian would have threatened to break her hand, but now he just stood there, he didn't do a damn thing, and for a second Jason wasn't sure how he felt.

Him and Damian never really got along, but as the hours went by, watching Damian, worrying about him, holding his hand to keep him close, he felt a sort of...parental possession over him. At the beginning he felt guilty about hiding Damian from Dick, but as his thoughts passed him by, he reminded himself that Dick was just Bruce's lackey, and while Dick wouldn't let harm come to Damian, Jason wasn't convinced he'd do the right thing to keep him safe, to have him grow and flourish properly. Damian needed guidance, and a proper good role model, and Jason was going to be that. He had to be.

"Is...is it on?...yeah this is Jason...are you sure this is on?...Uhh...leave a message."

Jason's familiar message buzzed in Dick's ear for the ninth time that evening. The last he heard from him, he'd promised he'd be home to help them all find Damian. But that was almost 10 hours ago.
Tim was already here, and half the Justice League had come and gone with their instructions from Batman, Steph and Cass were already out too.

"I told you he wouldn't show up,", Tim walked out onto the porch where Dick stood like a longing wife awaiting her soldier husband.

"I don't get it,", Dick tucked his phone back into his jeans, "Him and Damian weren't that bad off..and he seemed a little weird the last time I saw him, I just assumed he was in the middle of something...but now he's not here. What if something bad happened to him?"

Tim placed a hand on Dick's shoulder, "I'm sure he's fine, he can take care of himself."

"And what if he can't?", Dick bit his lip, "I can't lose him too, I won't."

"Calm down,", Tim cooed, "It'll be fine. If you're really worried, while we're out looking for Damian, we'll stop by Jason's, see if we can find anything."

"Yeah.", Dick nodded, "Yeah I'll go get changed, and we'll take the bikes."

Tim nodded, and Dick departed for the Batcave where one of his spare suits lay tucked away.

He dressed quickly and told himself over and over again that both Damian and Jason were fine. Although Bruce had warned them all that Damian had been in the Lazarus Pit and he wasn't in his right mind. Nobody had seen Jason after he got out of the Pit, but rumor was he was somebody to fear. It broke Dick's heart to even think of Damian in that kind of state. It'd been better, Dick thought to himself, Jason was the only one who knew what Damian was going through. He could have helped.

Dick almost tripped over his feet and stopped midway down the hallway.

It all made sense. Jason being sketchy, asking for Damian's clothes, and now he was gone? He had Damian. Dick let out a hysterical yelp before breaking into a sprint back to the front porch where Tim waited for him.

"Hey,", he smiled halfheartedly, "Uhm, Jason just called, so it's fine, he's not coming."

Tim shrugged, "I could have told you that. So do you wanna patrol, or should I go meet up with Cass?"

"Go with Cass,", he almost blurted, "I have some stuff to take care of,"

Tim shrugged, and Dick barreled back down the hall.

Jesus, Jason...what have you done?

A/N Shit's gon hit the fan :3