Dick rushed to the restaurant. He didn't know what he was expecting, but he hadn't let her get anything else out before he was off.

"What did you remember?" he asked, hugging Olivia, despite the looks most of the customers gave him. His hands went to her belly protectively.

"Him," Olivia said, subtly indicating a customer sitting alone at a corner table. "The man with the eye patch." Dick glared daggers. "Just tell me what you want."

Dick glanced to the indicated table. Deathstroke... Now he remembered...

He took hold of Olivia's shoulders. "Stay where I can see you. Don't go anywhere." He went to Slade's table and sat on the opposite side.

Slade didn't look up. "I was wondering when you would show up, Grayson."

"You're here. Again. Why?"

"I decided to be nice to you for once."

Dick looked at the assassin skeptically.

"I was tricked, Grayson. Twice."

"Hmph, isn't that unprecedented for you?"

"You've been being tricked. Although, I imagine you remember now. You remember that the bitch wants to take the baby, don't you?"

Slade raised an eyebrow. "I would think you would figure that out, Grayson."

Dick continues to glare at the older man.

"Look, I don't want to do anything to your kid. Or it's mother. I'm telling you that the only way they're going to be safe from that maniacal bitch is if she's dead. And this is the only table that isn't bugged."

Dick straightened up. "One of the original subjects is your child, I suppose?"

Slade said nothing. He sipped his water.

Olivia was watched Slade like a hawk. Dick's eyes went to her, telling her to stay put.

"Move somewhere else," Slade said. "Find new names. You can't tell me you don't have the resources." He sipped his water again. "They want to turn your kid into a test subject. You know this. Lab rat." He sipped his water again. "I won't give you advice on this again."

"You think Olivia is your daughter, don't you?"

Slade said nothing. He got up from the table and dropped a bill onto the table.

"Slade. We're not done!"

Slade glared at the former Robin. "We're done, Grayson."

"No, we're not."

"We are. Say good-bye to your lovely lady for me." Slade walked out of the restaurant without another word.

"Dick," Olivia said. "Did he lie?"

"I don't think so." He put his hands on the side of her face, sighing. "You need to get as far away as you can... We need to," he corrected himself without thinking.

"Dick, we're not..."

"Not what?" he asked.

"Dating. We were just lovers."

"Were?" Dick asked in confusion. They were lovers now. And he wanted to be so much more than just Olivia's lover.

"We're not meant to be. A person like HIM coming around proves it. We're over."

Dick frowned. "What? I don't get it. Why?"

"Because of him and that woman. You're a very attractive and very distinctive man. Wherever you went, you'd be recognized. I'm..."

"The most beautiful woman on the planet," Dick said.

"No. I'm...plain."

"You're not. Trust me; I dated a very attractive woman for years."

"She was an alien. I'm not."

Dick took her face in his hands. "You haven't seen yourself through my eyes. Trust me; you ARE the most beautiful woman in existence."

"Don't try to flatter me, Dick. I have to get out of town. And you need to stay in town.

"Dick growled and kicked the bed. Olivia had packed up and left while he was sleeping. Babs couldn't find her so far either.

"I'm working on it!" Babs said. "It might take some time though. Your lover is good at covering her tracks. Finding her is going to take some doing." She sighed. "I cannot BELIEVE I'm helping my ex find his wayward girlfriend..." she muttered.

"I can't believe I'm asking my ex-girlfriend to help me either!" Dick snapped. He ended the connection and threw down the phone.

How the hell did he let himself fall asleep?

Barbara looked at her phone, wondering if Dick realized she was out of the information brokering line of work.

"Bitchy much, Dick?" she muttered.

"Dick, Barbara tells me you have a problem," Bruce said.

"I don't have a problem, Bruce," Dick told him. "And she had no right telling you I did!"

Bruce's eyes narrowed, studying his son. He decided Dick would tell him when he was ready. He made as if to leave. "Oh, by the way, Jason is engaged. He's getting married in four months. Just thought you might like to know."

This took Dick aback. "What?" he demanded. "Jason's getting married?!"

But Bruce was already gone.