It didn't take Dick long to make it to Jason's apartment. He didn't expect to find him there, and as he broke down the door his thoughts were easily confirmed. As usual, the place was a disaster, old dishes sat on the round kitchen table, and unwashed pots filled the sink.

As he passed through the threshold, his eyes landed on the nearby couch. A pillow lay against the arm, and blankets were sloppily thrown together. Before coming to the conclusion that obviously lay in front of him, he made his way into Jason's room. The bed appeared fine, and recently slept in. The bottom drawer of his nightstand was left open, and his closet had been rummaged through.

Dick walked back out to the couch, and lay down.

This is where Damian last was. It was obvious now. Jason wouldn't let him into the apartment, he was in a constant rush, and now the little bed on the couch.

The only thing he had to do now was track them down, which wouldn't be easy without Batman's help. If Jason didn't want to be found, chances are he wasn't going to be found. What Dick couldn't figure out was why did Jason leave with Damian. Why didn't he say anything? He didn't expect him to come running to Bruce or Tim, but he could have said something, should have said something, but instead he didn't. He took Damian and ran. Dick laughed to himself, maybe it wasn't Damian at all, maybe it was someone else. No, he sighed and sat up, he couldn't start making excuses. Everything was laid out right in front of him. The timing, Jason's attitude, it all made sense. It was the only explanation.

Now, the only thing Dick had to do was find Jason before anyone else did. If Tim or anyone else found out, they'd go straight to Bruce, and that wouldn't be good for anyone. Bruce and Jason were just starting to smooth the creases in their relationship, this would destroy everything.

"Think Dick, think,", he spoke aloud.

He had to figure out now where Jason would have gone. He got up off the couch and rummaged through the apartment, but after a quick fifteen minutes he found nothing. He stopped for a quick minute and ran through his thoughts.

"He wouldn't have just left..he'd need new papers for him and Damian, maybe a passport?", he thought again. There was only a handful of people who did things like that without questions for a good price in Gotham, and Dick knew them all. Now it was just about crossing them off his list.
He placed his hand on Damian's cold pillow, and couldn't help but smile.

"I don't know why you're doing this, Jay...but he's alive..Just keep him safe, okay?"

Screams ripped through the roomy hotel room. Damian sat on the floor, his face red with rage as he grabbed what he could and threw it at Jason who ducked from behind the bed.

He thought everything was going fine. They checked into the hotel with just about the last of Jason's money, and they were escorted to their room. Jason settled them in, grabbed a pamphlet and ordered them supper from a nearby restaurant. Damian was quiet the whole time, and didn't make a noise as he lay in his assigned bed. The delivery man came and went, and Jason set their meals in front of them. It wasn't until he tried to get Damian to eat that he started his tantrum. He set the styrofoam dish in front of the boy but Damian didn't move. He tried to talk him into eating, but no response came from him. He picked up the plastic fork and tried the old airplane trick, and Damian lost it. He flipped the dish over and started throwing what he could at Jason.

He dodged what he could, and waited for Damian to calm down, but after 30 minutes and a knock on the door from management to calm down, it was obvious to him that he'd had to take matters into his own hands.

"Damian,", he yelled, "You need to eat something! It's been four days, and if you don't eat really bad shit is going to happen."

If it hadn't already.

The shirt that should have fit Damian perfectly floated on him. His skin was grey almost, his cheeks had sunken in, his shoulder blades were extremely visible, and his pants had to be tied with an elastic just to keep them to his waist. That on top of the blonde hair, Jason wasn't worried about being caught because he didn't even look like the same kid.

But things weren't looking up for them. It looked like it would be awhile yet before Damian got a grip on himself, and he wouldn't eat without freaking out. He needed Damian to stop screaming, and it looked like his only option was to hold him down and force him to eat.

Jason peered over the mattress, where Damian had stopped throwing things, and just held his head in his hands, muttering incoherently. This was good, his was speaking. It wasn't English, Jason guessed it was Arabic, although they both spoke several languages, Jason's Arabic was terribly rusty. But, he thought, if he could figure out what Damian was saying, he could try and talk back to him, reinforcing some sort of comfort between them. It was completely plausible that Damian couldn't remember how to speak English. He spoke English when with Talia and Ra's but that was when any one of the BatFamily was present, he could have absolutely been raised in Arabic.

He watched Damian closely, and listened carefully. His sentences were broken, and very little of what he was saying made sense, but Jason was able to catch some of it.

"Let me stay...colors...lost...staying still.."

Jason crawled on top of the bed, and scrambled for words, "Damian, can you look at me?"

The boy stopped rocking but continued to mutter as he looked up at Jason. Good, Jason couldn't help but smile, I have his attention.

"You're okay, Damian, do you understand that? Do you understand that you're okay?"

Tears welled up in his eyes and he shook his head, "What am I?"

Spanish? Jason was baffled, he's speaking Spanish now? It clicked. His languages were mixed. Jason could briefly remember the same thing happening to him. After the Lazarus Pit, it jumbled everything together.

"You're Damian,", Jason reassured, "You're Damian Wayne,"

Light sobs trickled from his throat, and tears slipped from his eyes. He wiped them away quickly and let his hands fall to his sides. His muttering stopped, and his eyes glazed over as he retreated back into his mind. Jason waited for something else, but nothing happened, Damian just sat there.

Jason reached over to his styrofoam container that had avoided damage, and walked over to Damian with it. He lay it down on the floor in front of him, and waited for another burst of anger, but instead Damian grabbed a piece of chicken and began to slowly eat from it.

A wave of relief washed over Jason. This was good. There was a break of lucidity, and he was eating. It wasn't going to be easy, he'd most likely throw up the next several meals before his body accepted the nutrients, but this was good. This was a great step in the direction they needed.

A/N there are so many feels and dick is on the case! I have a few ideas for this, so look forward to a bunch more chapters! Keep reviewing guys!