"Dick," Barbara said once Dick had answered the phone. "The scientists you asked me to look into escaped prison."

"When?"

"A few days ago. You...met one of their victims, didn't you?" When he didn't answer, she tried again. "Which one did you meet, Dick?"

"Is that your business?"

"Dick, there are at least three victims living in the area. Two of whom were permanently affected by the chemical aspects of the expiriments. I can name them off if you can't remember which one you went to bed with."

"Babs, please, don't-"

"Area victims: Olivia Johns, Faith McCoy, and Ryo Chen. That last one is the only one of the three who wasn't affected by the chemical aspects of the exipiriments. She was a late addition to the expiriments because the scientists thought it'd be interesting to expiriment on the children of a highly skilled assassin. The only reason why they're not dead is because it wasn't the childrens' mother who found the children. So, which one? Faith or Olivia?"

"Olivia," Dick finally mumbled.

"Good, Faith McCoy has five children."

"Get someone else," Slade said. "I'm not bringing anymore people for you to expiriment on."

"Well...Then it will be your fault if the wrong person brings any of the other former patients in, Mr. Wilson. There are plenty of people I could hire who wouldn't follow orders so well," the woman who had hired him to bring in Dick and Olivia said.

Slade folded his arms stubbornly. "I'm not bringing in any more people," he repeated. "I'm done with this. I only came for my money."

"And you'll have it. But only when I deem it proper."

"I could destroy your 'samples.' You wouldn't like that, would you."

"The embryos have already been formed. You would be killing children, Mr. Wilson."

"Nightwing's children. It's good enough for me." He reached for his sword.

"Some of those embryos may be your potential grandchildren."

He narrowed his eyes at her, judging whether or not she was being truthful.

"One of the women from the original expiriments bore your child."

Deathstroke continued to guage her mannerisms.

"Some of these embryos are from a woman who is your daughter. Trust me, I ran the DNA tests myself. She is who I say she is."

Three months later (This is about the point that Jason meets Ryo in my RHATO fic)

Dick watched Olivia sleep for a minute. He was going to have to wake her up sometime.

Everything seemed to be fine, but neither of them had recovered their lost memory.

Dick sighed. He gently fan his hand against her belly. Was it just him, or was she showing already? He was hoping to talk her into keeping the baby, but she was obstinate about the matter.

She stirred in her sleep. Dick quickly moved his hand away. He watched for signs that she'd woken up.

"Were you touching my stomach?" she asked, eyes still closed.

"Sorry," he muttered.

"I told you not to start getting attached to it. I'm not keeping it. I'm not mom material."

"I could take custody of the baby..." he tried.

"I already told you several times what my plans are."

"You never asked me what I thought about it," Dick complained.

"It's coming out of my body, Dick. So, do NOT try to change my mind. It won't change." She got up to use the bathroom.

"Do you have any idea how much that hurts me?" Dick demanded.

"I'm trying to take a pee!" she called out.

Dick sighed. "You do know I could take you to court to get custody, right?"

"You do that, and I won't be your lover any more."

The toilet flushed. The water ran.

Dick sighed again. If he did take her to court, Bruce would know for sure. The man had his suspicions.

Olivia came out of the bathroom with her hands still damp. "Costumed vigilantes don't need to be raising kids anyway."

"Batman raised me," Dick objected.

"And you became a costumed vigilante. Just like him. You really want a third generation vigilante in a decade and a half?"

"Olivia-"

"No. If I let you have custody, it's over between us. I'll move out of state if it comes to it."

Dick's eyes flared. "No."

"Believe me, I would."

"What'd I tell you? This isn't a real relationship. The baby might be something we made together, but I'm not attached. When are you gonna get that? I don't want the baby. And I don't want you to keep it. Stop trying to change my mind about it."

"Don't you have an ultrasound coming up?"

"You're ignoring me. You're not going to it because I won't have you finding out what the baby is. And I'm not going to find out at all any way. Because I'm not going to get attached to it."

"There's still no leads?" Dick asked Barbara.

"No, there aren't any actual leads. A few women in the same age bracket are missing, but none of them are the original victims. And there are absolutely no leads on the scientists. It's almost like they never existed."

Dick sighed.

"Maybe you could recover your memory with triggers."

"What?"

"Oh, come on. You know that sometimes key words trigger lost memories."

He thought a moment. "I didn't think of that..." he finally admitted.

"I have to think of everything, don't I? Just try it."

Dick pulled in a sharp breath. Ok, trigger words. He could do that. He spoke every word he'd ever heard of being used to trigger memories. Nothing.

"Shit!" he said. If Olivia hadn't gone to work, he could have tried the words on her.

His phone rang. He snatched it up. Maybe Barbara had a new lead. "Babs...?"

"I'm not your information broker," Olivia said into his ear.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "Are you ok? Do you need something?"

"I remembered something."