A/N I'm SO sorry it took so long to update this! I've hit serious writers block, but it's gone now I promise! Thank you to everyone who continued to read an review this while I was away! And please enjoy all 2,322 words of this long chapter!

It had been three days since Damian's outburst of muffled clarity. Unfortunately it had also been the last time he'd eaten. He'd eaten about half the piece of chicken and then thrown up for almost an hour immediately after. He cried the whole time, and when he was done he was back to his disconnected state.

Jason tried to get him to talk again. He'd tried speaking English, Arabic, Spanish, Russian, almost every language he could remember Bruce teaching him to try and catch whatever language he might have been thinking in. While he was cycling through his languages, he was trying some Mandarin and thought he'd gotten it when Damian's eyebrows rose, but all he did was sneeze. He'd given up trying for the meantime, but he still spoke to him, mostly to try and get Damian to talk, but he secretly was enjoying spending time with Damian. He almost felt horrible about it. Damian was currently going through one of the worst things imaginable, but for the first time in his entire life Jason felt truly connected to somebody as horrible as it was.

He put on a strong mask, but there was nobody who ever understood him properly and it was the shittest feeling in the world. The only one who he'd thought understood him was Talia and that had gone so well. For the first time in a long time this wasn't about Bruce, it wasn't about Jason fucking up and being a disappointment to everyone around him, it was about him and Damian and maybe, just maybe them both getting the closure they desperately needed.

But right now, he needed to put everything aside and focus long term. They'd been in the hotel for almost a week now, and their checkout date was quickly approaching and Jason still had no job. He knew he'd have to get settled in to this little town and get a proper place for him and Damian, but just the thought of leaving Damian out of his sight made him nervous. But it couldn't be helped.

After an hour or so of lounging around the room, Damian had fallen asleep, and Jason took the time to rummage through their new birth certificates. He pulled out his own first, sliding the new papers out from their manilla home.
His eyes searched the top of the paper until he found the information he was looking for.

Name : Dylan Christopher Weeks

Birthdate : July 14th, 1991

Sex : Male

Birth Place : Saskatchewan

The rest of the sheet contained information that wasn't important to him, but needed for the certificate. This was it. He was an official Canadian citizen. Dylan wasn't too bad a name, but it would take getting used to. He pulled the little blue paper that had been stapled to the sheet off, and tucked it in his wallet. Jason slipped the paper back in the envelope and pulled out Damian's.

Name : Mason Anthony Weeks

Birthdate : November 16th, 2005

Sex : Male

Birthplace : Saskatchewan

So, they hadn't been completely screwed out of names, that was good. Now he just had to get Damian responding to the new name. He never replied to his actual name, and if last outburst he had was any indication of anything, Damian wasn't even sure who he was.
Jason's original idea was to remind Damian of who he was, Robin, son of Bruce Wayne, raised by assassins.

But what if that was too much? Would it be so bad if they didn't go back to that? Would it be so horrible if they left that life behind? Jason glanced over at the sleeping Damian. Aside from his shocking blonde hair, he looked peaceful, like nothing had ever happened. He worried that if he tried to remind Damian of everything it would ruin everything. He recalled remembering everything he'd gone through once he was recovering from the Lazarus Pit, and it was hell all over again. He couldn't do that to Damian.

No, this was their new life, and he wasn't going to go back.

Like he'd done with his own, he ripped off the little blue wallet certificate and tucked it away. He slid the wallet into his back pocket, and lay down on the bed next to Damian.

It was early in the afternoon, and if he was going to look for a job then now was the perfect time.
He watched Damian sleep for another 5 minutes before waking him up. He was a little nervous that he'd have another fit, but before he could even touch his shoulder Damian was awake. It was unsettling. When Damian had first come to them, he'd woken up like this. You couldn't even open his bedroom door without waking him up, and over the years he'd learned to accept his safety and sleep peacefully, but now it appeared they were taking steps backwards. He made a mental note to work on that.
But for now, he got Damian up, slipped his jacket on him before taking his hand and leaving the hotel.

Dressed in his uniform, the insignia he was so proud of sitting on his chest, Nightwing jumped from rooftop to rooftop, getting in a flip or fancy bound whenever he could. The cold air kissed his cheeks and caressed his hair, his heart beating fast against his chest.

He told Bruce he was going to be out looking for Damian, and it was true, he was. The part he'd conveniently left out was Jason and his involvement. Of course, Bruce asked where he was and Dick lied, saying he was checking with a few sources which was what Dick was doing.

He checked out almost all the places he knew and had gotten absolutely nothing. There was a tiny place in China Town he knew of and it was his last hope. If he didn't get anything here it was back to square one. Too much time had passed, and Dick was beginning to worry.

Dick reached the building and snuck in the back where he found a cracked window. It wouldn't be hard to break the window, but it would alert whoever was inside, not giving him much time to find his answers.
Adrenaline pumping through him, he took a running start at the window and dove through it, shielding his head and landing in a perfect stand. He appeared to be in an office, the smell of stale fish cakes wafting in the air. The man he'd landed in front of wasn't startled at all. He just raised an eyebrow at Dick a small smile curving on his lips.

"It took you longer than I had expected,", the man nodded at Dick.

Dick tried not to get excited as he approached the man, glass crunching under his boots. This was where he needed to be.

"Where are they?", Dick boomed. He tried to talk himself into handling this calmly, but his heart was beating to quickly to allow his head to think straight.

"Won't you sit down?", the man offered.

"No,", Dick spoke sharply, "I just want to know where you sent them. I know it was you."

"That's quite the accusation, Nightwing.", the man smiled, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Anger rising in him, he kicked over the nearest chair as he passed it and slammed his fists on the mahogany table.

"Don't play around with me. You've helped him before, but he'd have someone with him this time, a boy, with dark hair and green eyes, his skin tanned."

The old man just shrugged, his smile growing, "I don't help children. Not like this and you know that."

His anger was flaring and he punched the table again.

"This boy is not well, and he shouldn't be out like this. I know you know where they are!"

"The boy is in much better hands than you could ever provide,"

Bingo. Jason and Damian had been here, and if the old man wasn't going to talk the fat one at the desk would. He stormed past the old man and headed out the door and into the restaurant. He located the over sized man, and stomped over to him.

"You!", he yelled, "A man came in here about a week ago. Tan leather jacket, dark hair with a white strip, he had a boy with him. Where did the old man send them?"

The man gulped and looked away with a shrug. Dick hopped up on the counter and squat, grabbing the man by the collar of his sweat stained shirt.

"I know they were here, you know they were here, we all know they were here, now if you don't want to be eating out of a straw for the next year, you're going to tell me where he sent them."

"Canada,", the man blurted, "I don't know where, I just drove them to the airport."

Dick let go of his collar with a hard shove, and jumped off the counter, sprinting for the door.
The cool night hit his cheeks and he ran back up the side of the building.

He had to get to the airoport. Surveillance would have seen them, and it wouldn't be hard to track them from there. The hard part would be getting to Canada without Bruce or anyone else figuring it out.

"Nightwing, come in, Nightwing."

The familiar buzz of Oracle almost knocked him off his feet.

"Nightwing here,", he replied to the night.

"Batman wants everyone to pull back, and regroup at the cave."

Shit.
Shit.
Shit.

"I'm on the other side of Gotham, with no ride. It's going to be awhile. What is it?", he hoped that would throw her off, silently knowing it wouldn't.

"I'm tracking your location and sending your bike. It's urgent, so get your ass back here. Oracle out."

Dick cursed to himself and jumped down from the building to greet his arriving bike. He'd finally gotten a solid lead, and he needed to get on it now. He weighed his options, and it had taken almost no time to make his choice. He pulled out Oracle's ear piece, and ripped off his tracking bracelet. When the bike arrived minutes later, he hopped on it and headed straight to the airport. He didn't have to explain himself to anyone just yet, knowing he'd get an ear-full, but he had to do this.

Jason and Damian had walked for almost five hours, stopping into almost every building to fill out an application. He was mostly greeted with strange looks, and the occasional gushing over Damian, but no luck. Just a whole lot of 'We'll call you.'.
It was extremely discouraging and frustrating, but the tiny hand holding onto his pushed him to keep going.
After stopping in to almost every store in a small strip mall, Jason spotted a small 50's looking diner across the busy street. The two boys hurried across the way, dodging a few cars before making it inside.

The walls were teal, and the tables were steel with red leather upholstered chairs. The entire thing looked like it'd been ripped from the 1950's. It was surreal.
Jason and Damian sat in the back booth and waited for someone to wait their table while he looked over the menu.

"What are you thinking of eating, Mason?", Jason asked, trying out the new name. Of course, Damian didn't respond, but Jason had to get him used to it if this was going to work, "I don't think I know anything in this place. Pulled pork sure, but with maple syrup? Gross, and Poo-Teen? Poo-Tyne? What the fuck is that? What the fuck is this place?"

"It's Cry Baby Diner,", a voice laughed, "The maple syrup pulled pork is actually very good, and it's pronounced Poo-Tin. It's french fries with cheese and brown gravy on top, and it's delicious."

Jason turned to greet the waiter. He was...the only words Jason could manage to find was gorgeous. His face was soft and his skin only just darker than Damian's, his eyes a warm brown, and his hair in a sloppy pompadour to match the feel of the diner.

"Ahh,", Jason blushed madly, "T-Thanks."

"Not a problem,", the man smiled back, "I see you're not from here."

"Uhh, yeah, we just uhh, don't get out often,"

"Or ever,", the waiter laughed, "Don't worry about it. What can I get for you and your..?"

"Brother,", Jason finished, "He's my younger brother, Mason and I'm Dylan,"

"Jack,", he laughed again, "So what can I get you, Dylan?", he smiled softly this time.

Shit.
Jason drew a blank. What the hell was going on? They were supposed to stop in for lunch. Not meet the worlds most beautiful man, and now they were flirting? Was he flirting back?

"Uhh, I can come back,", Jack laughed.

"Shit, I was staring.", Jason voiced his thoughts, "Shit I shouldn't have said that. Shit, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine,", Jack waved him off, "you're cute, so I'll let it go."

Holy shit, he's flirting with me.

"Well if you weren't so damned cute yourself, it wouldn't be this hard."

Lame.
He waited for Jack to bolt, run screaming, but he didn't, he just laughed.

"Well thanks,", he smiled and looked down shyly at his notepad.

Jason closed the menu, his eyes still on Jack, his lips dangerously wondering what his skin would feel like against his lips.
Jason crossed his legs under the table quickly, to halt his rising problem.

"How about that uhh..the uh pulled pork.", he blurted, "and uhh two cokes."

Jack bit his lip playfully, and jotted everything down.

"Sure thing. It won't be long."

Jason watched him walk away, and couldn't help but smile. They needed a new life, a new cover, a new future, and Jason couldn't help but feel that Jack was his ticket to it.

A/N Wooh! So much happening this chapter! Please review, tell me what you think, what you like and don't like! The next chapter will be up soon!