Dick had always been way too sentimental. He liked to feel every little thing and he reveled in those emotions and quite simply, his ability to feel. He wasn't like Bruce, and he didn't like to choke down his feelings. He liked to smile and laugh and cry, and he liked to love.

He didn't know if he'd ever really lived the kid, but he loved the memory of him. So he liked to remember.

They were in the cave, and had just put Joker in Arkham once again. Robin's laugh echoed off the walls and rang in every direction.

"Bruce!" he exclaimed. "That was sososo much fun! Remember," he gasped in laughter "when he tried to release the laughing gas and I literally jumped on his face?"

He continued laughing, showing off all of the flips and kicks he had executed earlier in the night. " He almost got me too! But we were too fast. And Dick! That was amazing! I didn't even know that someone could do that many backflips in a row!"

Nightwing glared at the excited boy, his replacement. Batman did not even spare the kid a smile.

"It was much too close. Remember, Joker will kill you if he can."

Jason was unfazed by this. "Yeah, but he can't!"

Jason kept giggling, his ten year old body not large enough to contain his joy.

Dick was tearily smiling at the ominous memory when his phone rang.

He looked at the caller ID. Bruce Wayne mobile. That was odd. This wasn't Batman calling Nightwing. This was Bruce calling Dick, his ward and sometimes son. His estranged ward and sometimes son. It wasn't that there was any hatred, but more of a mutual agreement to silence. Something had to have happened. Remembering the date, Dick's heart dropped. Please, not another one… Let Tim be okay… and he picked up the phone.

"Bruce?"

"Dick!" came Bruce's surprised response. Dick frowned slightly. Was his adoptive father was surprised he'd answered his call. That was saddening.

Dick went straight to the point.

"Bruce, what's going on?"

"We're not sure. I need you back in Gotham as soon as possible."

Dick jumped in his chair. "Wait, what? You need me back? What? Why? Bruce, what's going on?" he repeated.

Bruce's sigh crackled on the line. "Look, Dick… I know you were never really all that close to Jason…"

Dick's eyes widened. He had no idea what was happening. Yeah, it was death day, but why in the world would Bruce be calling about it. He waited anxiously through Bruce's pause.

"...but, well, we think he might be back."

Dick sat for a moment, uncomprehending.

"...Dick? Please, we don't know whe-"

Bruce was unceremoniously interrupted by Dick's wordless shout.

"Wait! Wait. Jason is… back? How? How do you know this?"

Bruce exhaled quickly and answered. "Oracle sent us some security feed from about a month ago, and it loo-"

"You mean he's been alive for a month?! Bruce! Where is he?! Why hasn't he come home?! Is he hurt?! Oh my god, he could be dead all over again!"

Dick continued to babble as he paced the room. He ran over to grab his things just as Bruce was interrupting his train of thought.

"Dick!" Bruce exclaimed firmly, fear evident in his voice. He was pleading. "We are very aware of the possibilities. Just get here."

"Yeah. I'm on my way."

So cold so tired.

Need. Need food need warm.

Can't remember.

Warm. Warm. Remember warm?

Whereisitwhereisitwhatisit.

Can't remember warm. Can't remember home.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAA

His conversation with Dick had left Bruce on edge. He had just vocalized all the fears racing through Bruce's mind. What if he really is dead? Bruce didn't have the strength to look more closely at that statement.

No matter what Bruce did or didn't know, one thing was sure.

He was going to find his son.