AN: Thanks you for your reviews and many follows! A special thanks to kagome04 for the great words of encouragement! So I present to you (finally) Ch 8.

Chapter Eight: The Past is in The Past

Jason is standing at the door of the manor unable to decide if he should ring the doorbell or just walk in. He stood there for a good couple of minutes before Alfred opened the door.

"Master Jason?" He asked little surprised. Jason knew it was a farce because Alfred seemed to know everything. "What are you doing standing out here?" Jason just shrugged."I was wondering if the book was decoded yet. It said only three days..."

"Come inside, Sir. Breakfast will be together shortly. Maybe you could bring Master Bruce when you come back up as well. He's been sitting down there for the past couple of days and I'm worried for his health." Before Jason could respond, he left to the kitchen leaving him with no choice but to go find Bruce.

"Jason walked down into The Cave immediately spotting Bruce at the computer. Is he asleep? I should just go get Alfred... He started to turn away immediately regretting his decision to come.

"Jason?" Bruce called making him jump. He tried to play it off.

"Sup, B? What you doing down here? Alfred's making breakfast." Bruce paused for a moment to stare at him before turning back to the computer.

"Tell him I can't right now. I have to fix this."

"Bruce, fix what? What happened?" He went over to the computer to look at the code. "My God Bruce! What did you do?!" He was staring at a completely blue and black screen.

"I was trying to speed it up and then it," he waved at the computer. "Did this."

"Why did you make me help you if you were just going to fuck everything up?" Jason pinched the bridge of his nose sighing. Bruce silently huffed but got up while Jason took his place to try to fix the computer. "Weren't you the one who made this program?" He said already frustrated.

"Well, yes, I made all of them, but Tim was always updating them, fixing bugs, and I guess he even added new features."

"And?" Jason asked uninterested in his excuses.

"He did a lot of the technological things for the cases."

Jason just rolled his eyes. "B, just admit that you make Tim do everything because you're old and you don't know how to do it yourself."

"I am not old. I just don't have the time to do everything myself. At least Timothy does it willingly, without bribery."

"Are you trying to make a point old man?" Jason asked nearly fuming. "Because I can let you do this on your own if you're so capable."

"Go ahead!" Bruce said evenly. "Walk away like you always do."

"Fuck you, Bruce." Jason seethed through clenched teeth. "You know why I left."

"You didn't have to come back."

"Yeah, but I did! I came back." Bruce stared silently. "But it wasn't because you wanted me to." Jason said quietly. "No. It was because you had no other choice. I was your last resort." Bruce still said nothing only looking at him cold eyes. He got up shaking his head. "You're the same as always too Bruce. A prideful bastard." He took a step then almost as an after thought said, "Fuck you."

Then, he stormed away side-stepping past Alfred who was on his way down to see what was taking them so long. He caught sight of Damian sitting at the table with his damn dog at his feet. He glanced up locking eyes with him. "See ya squirt." He called not slowing his pace. He could almost picture the angry blush that came on Damian's face when he registered what Jason had said. He thought of that as he lit a cigarette on his way out.

Bruce sat rubbing his face hunched over in his chair. "Not tonight Alfred. I have too much work to do." The butler shook his head.

"I'm extremely disappointed in you, Sir." And walked away without lecturing him about eating right or keeping his strength up or to mind his manners. He sighed frustrated and started angrily. I am not old.