A/N Yaay! A long chapter! I'm actually really happy with it! I did get a request to try and put in Stephanie and/or Cassandra. I will make a hard attempt in upcoming chapters, she(s) didn't fit here though, sorry!
Please read and review! I think this might be the best chapter so far!

"Get out!", Tim's strangled voice echoed off the walls, some foreign object went flying towards the entering duo.

It was safe to say that Tim and Jason never had a good relationship. The last he heard of him was when he attacked Dick, and shot Damian.
And now here he was, waltzing into the goddamned place like he owned it. Well, Tim wasn't going to have any of that.

"Dick what the hell are you thinking?!", he shouted, his voice a low growl, anger pulsing through him.

Dick sighed, and stepped in front of Jason, who last minute, dodged whatever Tim threw at him. He put his gloved hands up as a sign of truce.

"Tim, please," Dick begged, "Calm down, he's here to help."

Tim laughed this time, grabbing whatver he could again and threw it.

"Help?!" Tim boomed, "That's a laugh! Why the hell should we believe him?! Should YOU believe him?! He doesn't care about anyone but himself, he never has! What proof do we have that Scarecrow didn't hand him a fat check to hand Damian over!"

The thought hurt. It actually hurt Jason.
Sure, he shot the kid, and called him a brat and a demon, and occasionally kicked the shit out of him. But he wasn't that bad was he? They didn't actually think he'd do something like this? Huh, maybe he was getting a bit out of hand...
Jason stepped forward, putting his hand on Dick's shoulder as he passed. Dick just watched as he approached Tim.

Before the younger of the two could back away or defend himself, Jason grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, lifting him off his feet.

"Shut up," Jason spat before Tim could open his mouth, "First things first, the fact that you think I would do something like this", he pointed up at the giant screen containing hysterical Damian, "Is beyond fucked up."
Tim opened his mouth, "No, shut up,", Jason punched him, instantley splitting his lip, "I could snap your stupid little neck for even suggesting it, but I won't. Not today at least. Two!", he boomed, "I could go on and on and on about the shit you do to the little brat, not to mention your cute little Hit List, but I won't."
He threw Tim on the floor, and watched as the boy scrambled to his feet, "I'm here to save my little brother, Timothy,", the name was foreign on his tounge, "What are you doing?"

The boy was fuming, and couldn't find the words to retort. He quickly looked to Dick for some sort of backup, but before Dick could react or say anything, which he didn't, Jason crouched quickly, strectching out his right leg, knocking Tim right off his feet.

"Coward!", he boomed, "You can't even defend yourself.", he tsked, "Pathetic."

Without wasting anymore time on the boy, he walked over him. But before he could lift his second foot, Tim rolled over on his stomach and pulled the Red Hood down. He landed with a hard thud, and Tim jumped on his chest rapid fire punching his masked face.

"You have no idea what I was going through!", Tim cried, "You don't know me! You never bothered to! You were dead and everything was fine, and you came back and ruined everything! I hate you!"

Dick, quickly deciding that the event had escalted faster than anticipated, ran over to the brawling siblings, and pulled Tim off of Jason who just laughed.

"Enough!", Dick yelled, "This is pathetic! Tim, this isn't about you!", he scolded the boy, "and Jason, don't instigate!"

He waited until Jason was on his feet, before setting Tim down. Before letting him completely go, he pressed his hand to Tim's chest, eyeing him. Tim nodded in silent acceptance, and Dick let him go.

"Okay,", Jason started, looking up at Damian, "What are we dealing with here?"

Dick walked over to where Jason crouched on one of the various leather computer chairs. It was weird seeing him there, kind of like he belonged there all along.

"Well, he's been gone for 8 hours, we think. He didn't show up for breakfast, and just assumed he was training. Scarecrow made contact an hour ago-", shit, he thought, we've only got one more hour, "-and gave us this live feed. He told me that in order to get Damian back I had to break Harley out of Arkham, cause he owed the Joker or some bullshit excuse like that.", before he could ask, Dick continued, "I've had Alfred and now Tim constantly watching the live feed for anything that might help us find him. Scarecrow let it slip that he's using Damian as a subject for some sort of new toxin. The whole Harley thing was an excuse to keep us sidetracked, obviously."

Jason kept his eyes on Damian the whole time he spoke, running through his brain for anything he might have picked up while running the streets. His fist came up to his chin, and he rested on it for what seemed like forever, before standing up straight again.

"It's a reverse toxin.", Jason spoke now, his voice level.

Dick cocked an eyebrow, obviously confused, and Tim sat on the opposite side of the room, pretending not to listen.
Jason sighed.

"Scarecrow has his fear toxin, showing people what they fear the most, and usually, sticking his victim in the middle of it."

A small 'duh' came from Tim, but luckily, Jason didn't hear it.

"Now, words gotten around that he's been developing a reverse toxin. It shows you your deepest desires, what life could have been like for you, or what you think life could have been like, and the second you get comfortable, bam!", he inforced the sound by punching his hand, "it rips you away and again, gives you what you fear the most. By bringing you in and pulling you out as violently as you can imagine, it's supposed to drive you insane twice as fast. Or so I'm told."

The room went silent, well as silent as it could go with Damian's screams. Dick thought long and hard, while fighting to compose himself.
How did Jason look so calm and collected? If there was one thing Dick envied about his younger brother, it was his ability to detach. But he would never admit it. Batman didn't detach, Batman felt every thing.

"So what we thought Damian is going through,", Dick started, "He's actually going through worse."

Jason nodded, "And Scarecrow isn't there."

Dick looked at him skeptically now, "How do you know that?"

"Because, Scarecrow is a 'genious', as he puts it, and Scarecrow likes to be seen. If he hasn't shown himself, he's elsewhere. Which will make this go either one of three ways. One, we find Scarecrow and he tells us where Damian is. Two, we find Damian and get Scarecrow later, or three, your clock runs out and god knows what happens then."

Dick wanted to argue and disagree with him, but he was right.
Gotham was a big place, and finding a criminal that didn't want to be found wouldn't be easy; Damian was looked in a dark, windowless room which gave them absolutely nothing to go on, and they had an hour. No, fifty minutes now.
Time, time they didn't have, was running out.
Fast.

"Habibi,", his mothers soft voice cooed to him, "Habibi my beloved,"

Damian shook his head violently, still fighting against the wall.
Her voice was soft, and warm, everything a mothers voice should be. But he fought against it.
He couldn't go to her. He remembered all she had done; he'd never forget it. Yet she beckoned to him, her arms outstreched.

"I'm so proud of you, my son,", she called, "So proud. You've done so well my son, my darling beloved,"

"No!", Damian shouted, her warm voice like razorblades in his ears, "I didn't, I killed him, I killed Grayson, he's dead and it's all my fault!", his voice cracked, and a sob broke through.

"Shh,", his mother whispered, "It's okay, my son,"
She was behind him now, her hands on his shaking shoulders. She kissed the top of his head, and gently turned him around, so he was looking at her, his face stained with tears.
She placed her hand under his wet chin, and lifted his head to look up at her.
"Habibi,", she smiled, "That's what you were meant to do. That's what you were put on this earth for, and mother couldn't be happier."

A/N :c Oh teaarss! Haha I tried to make Jason as...Jason as possible. I had him kick Tim's ass, cause I can't and I freaking dislike Tim and I don't think people give Jason enough credit for what he's been through. Anyways, I'm sorry there wasn't much Damian in this chapter, but there will be next chapter. I had alot of fun writing Talia, (She's just a bleeeep) hahaha But I've always wanted to use her pet names towards Damian while keeping her a complete Beeeeeep haha
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