Notes: A bit of meshing of the comics and the Young Justice cartoon here.

Part 2 – Chapter 6

Red Robin sat in the middle of the couch, the team positioned around him so that he couldn't escape. Superboy was on one side with Kid Flash on the other. Wonder Girl was leaning over the couch, despite Red Robin asking numerous times if she wanted to sit down. M'gann was floating above them, making happy sighs at the romantic bits and Beast Boy was seated at Red Robin's feet.

"Soooo, are you going to tell us what's going on?" Kid Flash asked, practically vibrating with interest.

"Nothing. Nothing's going on."

"Red Robin just missed something he thinks was really obvious and is kicking himself for it," Superboy explained.

"It was really obvious! And all the evidence was there!" Except he never bothered to look for it. Why would he? He thought he knew everything there was to know about his Dick Grayson.

Wonder Girl knocked him on the head.

"Stupid," she stated. "Don't beat yourself up for missing something. No one died because of it, right?" She received glares from the rest of the team; what was she planning to say if someone had died?

"No one died," Red Robin muttered, ashamed that his team was having to deal with him because he couldn't deal with this.

"Then it's not a big thing."

Superboy winced. It was a big thing for Tim, not Red Robin. It was a personal issue, not a hero one; despite Tim reacting like it was a hero one.

"If it's still bothering you, maybe talk to someone about it?" he suggested, remembering how they had approached Dick back when he was Robin. "I mean, the rest of your Batman Family are in the same boat so you could speak to one of the others."

He was being slightly vague and received looks as it wasn't something he usually did.

Red Robin thought about it. He could talk to Jason, maybe. If the Little Demon had left.

"I might try that."

Superboy smiled at him and Kid Flash, perhaps sensing that something had changed in Red Robin's mood, elbowed him and hushed them.

"This is the best part!"

Jason took a bit from his burger and savoured the taste before putting it down. He had the feeling he was being watched but his heart still started when he looked to the seat next to him and found the Replacement sitting there, blue eyes watching him curiously.

"What?" he demanded to know. Couldn't he even find peace in the local burger place?

"You ordered no pickles. I didn't know you didn't like pickles." Those blue eyes were still watching him as Jason edged away a little.

"So?" Jason countered, "you don't need to know everything about me. And I like pickles just fine."

Tim's shoulders fell.

"Yeah… but…" He fell silent and Jason waited. And waited.

"But, what?" he growled, still annoyed that his lunch had been interrupted by cryptic bat family problems.

"There are things that brothers should know about each other. Like food preferences and… parents," Tim muttered the last word so softly that Jason had to lean close to hear it.

He felt a little stupid for not realising what the Replacement's appearance was about.

"This about Dickie-bird's bio-parents?" Jason asked.

Tim nodded.

"Give yourself a break, kid. We can't be expected to know these things when they're never mentioned. And not in files."

"It doesn't have to be in the file," Tim pointed out, "it's on record. It's actually surprising that the newspapers haven't provided the official evidence."

Jason blinked.

"Official evidence? There's actually stuff out there linking Dick to Bruce and Selina?"

Tim nodded.

"Although the stuff linking him to Selina is older. Looks like Bruce's name wasn't added until after he adopted you."

Jason remembered some of the fights Dick and Bruce had while he had been under the care of the Gotham millionaire. He remembered a fight where Bruce claimed Dick had been mad that Jason had been adopted first.

He guess he understood Dick's annoyance now that he knew Dick had been Bruce's unacknowledged son.

He swore, causing Tim to jump.

"What?"

"We're just finding out now, right?" Tim gave a timid nod. "So, Dick and Bruce have known for years and yet, they don't let it slip. They never let it slip. Do I make sense?" Tim shook his head. "Damian comes along and Bruce introduces him as his son, sure, Bruce does the same for…" Jason hesitated.

"All of us?" Tim suggested.

"Sure. Mostly, whatever. But, he's never tried to contradict the belief that Dick is his ward and, later, adopted kid."

"He didn't adopt him so much as add his name to the birth certificate," Tim informed him softly, although Jason could see the widening of realisation in Tim's eyes.

"That's rather unfair to Dick, isn't it? And Nightwing. After all, how many people know that Nightwing is Batman's blood son too?"

"And Catwoman's," Jason added because there was no way he was going to forget that anytime soon. Except for moral code, Dick seemed to be more like Selina.

"I know Conner knows. Wally probably knows."

"So, what? That makes two? Two people."

"You think Babs knows?" Tim asked.

He had Jason shared a look. It was part hopeful, part intrigued and tinged with tiny pricks of panic and fear.

Batgirl pulled off her cowl and looked around Barbara's base. She pushed strands of sweaty blond hair out of her eyes and looked around for her red-haired predecessor.

"I saw Nightwing and Robin out there," she reported.

"Good," Barbara commented as she typed away. "I was starting to think they were avoiding each other."

"Yep," Steph agreed with a wide smile. "Although, I didn't see Red Hood or Red Robin."

Barbara mused on that for a moment.

"Well, Red Hood's been out so it's not completely out-of-character for him to be taking a day off-"

"If he wasn't as bad a work-a-holic as Batman!" Steph giggled as she imagined Jason's face at the comparison.

"And Red Robin hasn't been seen out in days," Barbara hummed, "I think something's going on."

"Boys being bats?" Steph suggested.

"Something bigger than that. Red Robin's hacker presence has increased during the past few days."

"Think they're hiding something from us, boss?" Steph asked cheerily.

"Oh, darlin'. If you don't know, then have we got news for you." Steph and Barbara jumped at the familiar lit of Jason's voice, minus hood, from the window. Behind him was Tim, who nudged him in the side.

"You shouldn't talk to them like that. This is serious."

"Serious?" Steph questioned. "Is it Scarecrow? Joker? Mass criminal breakout?"

Tim went red in embarrassment.

"It's seriousness of the personal kind girlies," Jason said, finally climbing through the window and out of Tim's way.

"Personal?" Steph questioned.

"First, pop quiz! Dickie-bird's parents are who?"

Barbara groaned.

"Really, Jason? We don't have time for your games."

"Answer the question, thanks."

"It really is relevant," Tim added.

"Mary and John Grayson," Barbara responded without hesitation. Then she noticed the look they exchanged.

Their eyes widened and Tim looked horrified while Jason was part amused and part terrified. And then the silent communication thing began.

Tim motioned for Jason to speak. Jason shook his head and motioned for Tim to do it. Tim frowned, crossed his arms and shook his head. Jason growled and pointed at Steph.

Barbara could almost hear the unspoken, 'she's your ex-girlfriend'.

Bringing up Steph was their downfall.

"Boys," Steph said, levelling her best glare at them. "Explain. Before we call Batman, Nightwing or Robin for answers."

Jason and Tim shared another look.

"Okay."

"Fine."