Dick had been working out at a gym for an hour when he stopped to take a drink from his water jug. As he drank he took a glance at his phone, which was telling him that he had a message. When Dick looked at the message he almost choked on the liquid he was drinking. The text was from Bruce, and it cryptically said:

BatCave. NOW.

The reason he was so surprised was that Bruce never texts him so short messages, especially ones that are so concerning. Dick threw his towel around his sweaty neck and left the gym heading for his car.

On the short ride to the cave Dick contemplated what the words could mean. He doubted that it was anything life threatening, but it was still worrying him that Bruce needed him at the cave so urgently. The familiar scenery zoomed by as the young man pushed the speed limit, his concern growing.

************Wayne Manor************

"Hello?"

When no one answered Dick's voice and his frantic knocks, he pulled out his key and unlocked the heavy door. He started to run over to the grandfather clock, but years of living inside this house and hearing Alfred's reprimands caused him to change his run, to a walk. When he opened the secret entrance to the BatCave, Dick was shocked to be greeted by silence from below. He quietly walked down the stair, reminding himself that this could be a trap, and kept his eyes and ears peeled.

Alfred's voice called out," Richard? Is that you?"

Dick sighed in relief and turned around the corner at a brisk pace," Yeah, it's me."

Bruce was laying on the medical table, but when he heard his son's concerned voice he sat up, wincing in pain," Dick. Glad you got here so fast. Did I interrupt something?" He asked when he saw Dick's sweat soaked gym shorts and T-shirt.

"Nah, I was just working out." The young man said, while his eyes ran over Bruce's beaten body," What happened to you? Are you okay?" He walked over to his father's side, one eyebrow raised.

With his shirt taken off and bandages all over his body, Bruce looked beyond tired. The last time he had looked like this was when…

"I'm fine." Alfred shot him a glare, and Bruce restarted his sentence," I went to Nanda Parbat."

"Why?!" Dick exclaimed, he knew how dangerous the home of the assassins could be first hand.

Alfred wearily put a hand on Dick's shoulder, a grimace on his old face," Richard… this might be hard for you to understand but…"

"Jason's alive." Said Bruce, finishing his butler's sentence.

"WHAT?! How?" Dick stumbled backwards, shock clearly etched on his face. He sat down on the cold cave and put his head into his hands, feeling all the pain of Jason's death come flooding back.

Bruce and Alfred both sighed at Dick's reaction and Bruce spoke first to break the silence," Dickie, it's going to be okay. Come here." He lightly tapped on the metal table he was sitting on. Dick shakily stood up and sat down next to his father. He leaned his head onto Bruce's shoulder, feeling like a little child again as Bruce rubbed small circles on his back.

"Shhh… it's going to be okay. Jason's alive and we will find him. We will bring him home and everything will be fine." Bruce groaned slightly as his son sunk his weight onto his injured body. Dick's shoulders shook with silent sobs.

His little brother was alive.

Jay is alive!

Bruce felt slightly guilty when he didn't mention that Jason isn't okay. Jason is defiantly not okay.

"So," Dick said, after clearing his voice," I have so many questions, but my biggest one is: How? How is Jason alive?"

"Ra's al Ghul, he has this pi-"A hiss of pain escaped Bruce's lips as Dick shifted his body. His shoulder wound still throbbed and his whole body still hurt.

Dick jumped off of Bruce with a jolt," I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's fine. So let's continue, Ra's as Ghul has this pit that rejuvenates his body, it's how he stays alive so long. But for some sick reason, he got a hold on Jason's body and put him in it. Now he's alive." Alfred looked at Bruce with a threatening look. He wanted him to tell Dick about Jason's current mental stability, but Bruce didn't know if Dick could handle the knowledge that his baby brother isn't sane at the moment.

The former Boy Wonder was running the new information through his quick mind, confused on how being brought back from the dead is possible, when there was an alert from the computer.

"Jason's online!" Bruce shouted, and jumped off the table. But as soon as his feet hit the floor, he gasped and doubled over in pain. His hand clutched his shoulder, blooding seeping through his fingers.

Alfred immediately rushed to the floor next to him," You pulled the stitches out, Bruce. Stay still for one moment so I can see."

"Sorry," Bruce breathed out," Got over excited." He said through gritted teeth while his son watched over, concerned.

When Alfred moved Bruce's hand away from the wound blood gushed out and the injured man went chalk white.

"Richard, help me get him back on the table." Said Alfred.

Dick cautiously wrapped an arm around Bruce's side, and heaved him upward with Alfred on the other side. Every movement caused Bruce to stiffen up and groan in pain, but eventually they managed to get him back on the table.

Alfred moved to examine the pulled stitches closer, but Bruce pushed his hand away," Check on the computer first. Jason comes first."

"If you insist." The old man sighed, before he and Dick moved to the computer, glancing back at Bruce's tense form.

Dick's eyes scanned the huge computer and he eventually spotted where the alert was coming from," It says that Jason had logged onto his account for a solid minute before the source went dead."

"Where did the ping come from?" Bruce questioned, still on the table.

This time it was Alfred who spoke up," It's in an area called Khafji, which is located in Saudi Arabia."

"How the hell did Jason get there?"

Dick looked just as puzzled as Bruce was and turned to Alfred," Alfie, that's miles away from Nanda Parbat! He would have had to swim through a small ocean to get there!"

The old man sighed," There is something that Bruce didn't tell you about Jason."

"No, Alfred. He doesn't need to know." Bruce said his previously shaky voice now strong.

Dick scoffed," Bruce, I'm not twelve anymore. I deserve to know what happened!"

"No! It's-"Bruce was cut off by a violent coughing fit, which left him gasping for breath and hugging his chest.

Alfred left the computer and hurried over to the coughing man," Breathe, Bruce. Don't over exert yourself, shhh."

When the hacking, coughing bought subsided Bruce was left pale and shaky. Dick knew that he was hurting in more ways than just physical right now, so he didn't press for more information; but intended on doing so when Bruce was feeling better.

"Alfred, what's wrong with Bruce? Physically, I mean." Questioned Dick, as he sat down next to the injured man.

With his arms crossed, Alfred said curtly," Master Bruce found out this information at Nanda Parbat, from the Ra's himself. But, when he tried to leave an assassin's blade stabbed his shoulder. Then, when he got home he left in a temper tantrum and went on a villain-busting spree. He came back injured, and nearly unconscious, he's been unsteady like this since."

"I'm sorry Bruce. I didn't mean to upset you, I just think I should be told what happened to my own brother." Dick apologized, a concerned look on his young face.

"It's okay. You're right, you do deserve to know. But not right now, I want to be able to tell you myself." Bruce rasped his voice scratchy.

Dick nodded, and closed his eyes. His clothes were still damp from sweat and now were becoming cold and uncomfortable, so he excused himself to go change.

While he was getting into new (and clean) clothes, Dick ran the new information through his mind. He had barely grasped the idea that people could be brought back from the dead, but by the way Alfred and Bruce reacted, something obviously wasn't right about it.

He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. At least Jason's alive. I don't care what's wrong with him; it has to be better than him being dead. Dick tried to think optimistically, forcing his mind away from the depressing things like: Bruce's health, Jason's health and the fact they had no clue on how to even find his little brother.

The bed in his old room seemed so welcoming, and Dick couldn't resist flopping down on it like he used to do when he was younger. As soon as his head hit the pillow though, he was out like a light. Forgetting all the day's struggles and problems, Dick fell into a deep sleep.

I literally want to curl up a ball of shame right now. For those who didn't read it in time, I posted the wrong chapter for last chapter. LUCKILY I caught it before I went to school (I am still super thankful to that one Guest who told me) and was able to fix it. And by the way, for all my new readers, I try to put a few chapters in the story that don't just focus on the main character. So that's why chapter 2 and this chapter are talking about how the rest of the Bat Family is reacting. Okay, that's all. BUH-BYE!