Terry waking up in control again was something that he did not want. But obviously he doesn't have a choice. He didn't like it, but he was in control now and he made a promise to be at the park at 7:00am. It was only 6:00am.

Not to mention he didn't really want to think about yesterday. Or even the day before.

(Part of him cannot believe how much has happened in a span of what? Two days? And of how much nothing actually happened at all. They didn't even get a hint of Matt or his body. Not to mention the interactions with Bruce. Or the lack of.)

'So…' Dick started as Terry began to dress. 'There's obviously a pattern going on.'

Terry furrowed 'his' eyebrows for a moment, before realizing what the younger teen was talking about.

The switching. Right.

Robin wakes up in a Cadmus facility. Batman finds himself a passenger of a car that he was very unfamiliar with. Robin gets knocked out, and Batman wakes up behind the wheel. Robin becomes a passenger. Batman gets knocked out, and Robin wakes up. Go to sleep, wake up in charge. Rinse, lather, and repeat.

But the question is how is this happening?

Another's great question was where in the world was Matt and his body?

Dick was kind enough to actually search Gotham in the sunlight, as he was essentially grounded from being Robin. Ultimately they came up with nothing.

Logically, Terry knew that it wouldn't be that easy, especially if they have to basically comb search the whole city, but a part of him was hoping that perhaps they could find… them in the next alleyway they pass or the warehouse that surely no one was using.

(It was weird to think about his body as a separate thing now. And if they don't find it, and Matt, quick, then Terry would have to start getting used to it. Fast.)

But he couldn't think about that right then. Jason would be expecting him.

The easy part was getting away from the Manor and getting to the park. It only took a forty-seven minute drive after a quick five minute shower. The hard part was trying to see if Jason was already there or not. If he wasn't then they had to wait for him.

'Think he'll show up?' Dick asked.

'Not sure.' Terry replied. 'Honestly I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't.'

'Then why ask him to do it?'

Technically he already said the reason why. Back at the diner. But did he want to say it (not quite) aloud? Not really. Or well, maybe he just didn't want to admit it. He wasn't exactly sure.

Another glance around rewarded him with a familiar figure. Jason.

The kid looked better, but his clothes were worn enough. Frayed edges, faded colors. If there was anything printed on the shirt, it was long gone by then. An urge to buy the kid new clothes, ones that would fit, arose. Maybe a jean jacket would be beneficial. (Leather would be a bit more ideal, but he doesn't know how the kid would take it. Let alone if anyone around Jason would take it.)

Without any fanfare, he had seemed to have caught Jason's eye as the kid was making his way over. The limp was seemingly better, but Terry didn't exactly like the fact that it was still there. And as the younger boy came closer Terry noticed that someone was sloppy when it comes to bandaging up an injured person.

(He should teach the kid how to properly dress wounds. Not to mention provide him with the equipment to do so.)

"I'm surprised that you're actually here." Jason grumbled out.

So of course Terry had to smirk in reply with a, "I could say the same." Of course his fake Brooklyn accent was in place as if it never left.

The kid scoffed. "So we going to do this or what?"

That took his smirk away as he started to hum in thought. "How about we find a place a little more comfortable. Don't want to get stabbed by a stick ya know?"

For some reason the kid's scowl just so happened to have reminded him of a pout.

Blue eyes searched their general vicinity until he found a decent enough spot. Walking towards it, he saw how it was a little… less cared for than the rest of the park. Probably from all the attacks by Poison Ivy. It was just a bunch of trees and bushes that outlined a clearing. The grass wasn't that tall, but it would be good for practicing footwork and cushioning fallen children. Looking closer, he began to pick up any sticks or stones that would make an otherwise comfy landing hurt.

To his surprise, Jason squatted down. Grubby, scarred, spider spindles with knobs for joints snatched twigs up. He hated how callouses padded each finger and how he can just see new marks from the short amount of time they last met.

But of course he didn't get to see 'the whole picture' last time. It infuriated him.

"Where do you want me to throw 'em?" A snappish voice stole away his attention.

He jerked his head over to a random bush. "Go wild."

It went on like that for a little while. Picking up sticks then tossing them to the side. If anything it might've helped release some stress. One could never be sure though. Especially with someone they hardly even know.

Jason stood up, crossing his arms, "okay now what?"

Terry stretched, rolling 'his' joints around. "First," he began as he looked back to the child, "we see how your form is."

He'll go easy on the kiddo.

As Jason got into his stance, Terry immediately zeroed in on anything that was right, and everything that was wrong. It helped that the stance was a very familiar one on the streets of Gotham.

(Even thirty years later, and a universe away, Gotham's street fighting was mainly the same. If anything either it was this universe's, time, or even the person, showed that the style was a bit sloppier than what Terry was used to.)

Thump, went the body. Groans filled the air as irritation built up in the child. Terry could see it begin to roll off. The teen was quick to bring him down.

"Okay," Jason gave, voice gruff, "now I really see what you meant by 'soft ground'."

Terry, in turn, smirked. "Thanks, kid."

Holding a hand out, he said, "if you don't want to fall down, I'd suggest that we fix where you put your feet and your weight."

A lone blue eye glared at him as the other was a nasty shiner. Cogs and gears turned and tick around in the dark haired head. Finally, with a huff, he grabbed 'Terry's' hand to be pulled up.

"As long as you actually show me how to do it." He had said.

And Terry? Why, he couldn't help but bring out one of the old man's sharp shark grin when it came to training.

Jason was right to gulp at the sight.

'Wow. I'm impressed.' Dick simply said. If it was to how well Jason did, or just how Terry did the lesson, it was unsure.

"I swear… to fucking god… that you're trying to kill me." Jason managed to spat out as he tried to get 'fresh' Gotham air into his lungs. Although the park air was probably the freshest air to be found in Gotham period.

Terry hummed at the panting boy sprawled down on emerald grass. "Nope." He popped out in his fake drawl.

The sun was higher in the sky, and Terry had to admit it. Jason was a good learner. If they keep this up, he just might survive on his own. But if he had a younger sibling to take care of…

"You're doing good." Terry praised. "I think we've managed to shape up how you hold yourself. Next time, we can focus on blocking hits if ya want."

Stepping closer, he saw how the dark hair stuck to the skin. It was obvious that Jason needed a shower. However it wasn't a good idea to take a nice steaming one if one's stomach was empty. A person could faint easily by doing that. Terry was doubting that Jason actually ate something. He could see too thin of a torso through the shirt. Jason needed more food.

(His mother wouldn't let the kid out of her sight until she knew he was of proper weight, if they had met. Probably would've let him play with some of Matt's or Terry's old vid games to help keep him from being bored. That or give him some books. Maybe she would try to bond with him with her favorite stories when she was a kid, much like she did with him. He remembers her reading a story about a young girl who came from a rich family, but was orphaned and was forced to work for the school she used to attend. He also remembers Matt crying at how sad it was. Terry had cried too.)

"Got a place you wanna eat at?"

It was a simple question, and yet it startled Jason. "What?"

"You heard me. Where do ya wanna eat?"

Jason thought for a moment before deciding. "Sushi. I knew a guy who worked at a sushi place and he told me about it. Never gave me any."

An eyebrow rose, but the teen didn't comment.

'I know this one place with good sushi with a decent price.' Dick piped up. 'If you want I can give you directions.'

Shrugging, he said aloud, "yeah sure. I know a place."

'They also have noodles and hibachi.'

"It also has noodles and hibachi if it turns out sushi ain't your style," Terry threw out as he began to walk away.

Ruffling of cloth, the crunch of grass, and the sounds of footsteps. It was good to know that Jason was accepting the offer.

So as they entered the place, Terry gently herded Jason over to the bathrooms. He made sure they both wash their hands. After all, they were just in a dirty park.

(Terry could practically hear his dad drone on about germs and how important it was to wash your hands before a meal. To be fair, even if Warren McGinnis was a scientist, Terry was a squirmy kid who didn't like to be lectured. Especially after playing 'mudball fights' with other kids during rainy days. But he washed his hands anyway, and when Matt was old enough they did it together with their dad.)

Glad to have that taken care of, they went to go up to the counter.

The place was small; business was slow, but that was fine by him. Less people to worry about.

"Hello!" Said the cashier rather cheerfully. They had a name tag with the name Robin on it. They had clear dark skin, and their hair was in multiple braids. A white shirt with a Japanese word on it must've been their uniform. They took a minuscule glance at Jason. "Just grab a menu and sit down anywhere you like! Come back up whenever you're ready to order! Oh and just to let you know, you can take your drink from that cooler. I would suggest the strawberry marble soda though." They winked at Jason at the end.

Terry nodded with a smile. Grabbing two menus, he walked over to a booth. Sitting down he began to look through the options.

The chicken and steak hibachi would probably be a good backup plan in case it turns out no one liked the sushi provided. Eyes landed on different rolls. They ranged from simple to complex. And of course there was the chef's choice.

"Wanna share?" Terry asked, glancing up from the menu.

Jason's eye shot up to meet 'his' own through 'his' sunglasses. "What exactly? Sushi?"

Terry shrugged. "Why not?"

The lone eye glared at him. But if Terry was honest it looked like the kid was just squinting. "I'll be the one to decide that."

He shrugged again. "Fair enough."

'I'd suggest having the Gotham Roll.' Dick chimed in.

Terry minutely raised an eyebrow. 'His' eyes caught the words 'Gotham Roll' and he saw the description beneath. It was a tuna roll with cucumber, avocado, and eel on top. Apparently it was also deep fried with spicy mayo and masago on top.

'It's super good and you should totally get it.' He continued.

'So what I'm hearing is get the Gotham Roll and a chicken and steak hibachi?' Terry asked.

'Yep!' Dick chirped. The Robin really did sound like a bird.

He had to keep down his chuckle. Glancing up he saw Jason set down his menu. "You ready to order?"

"Yeah sure." Jason slid out of the booth, menu in hand.

Terry followed. He went up to the cooler to see his options. One of which was the marble soda the cashier mentioned. There were other fizz options, like Sprite, and Mt Dew, but he wasn't in the mood for those.

"Give me the strawberry." Jason grumbled.

(It reminded him of whenever he tried to make up to Matt about something, but his brother was being too stubborn and wanted to stay mad. It usually took Matt's favorite flavor of ice cream to make amends. Although there were times where Matt would just try to get more ice cream rather than actually being mad. He remembered trying the same thing, when he was younger. It only worked a couple of times.)

Stealing a look at Robin, the cashier, he saw them smile. Smiling himself, Terry opened the door and grabbed two of the pink glass bottles. Of course there were clear, blue, and green, but with how much less there was of the pink one, it was obvious which one was the most popular.

Setting the bottles down onto the counter with a clank. Jason was kind enough to take his menu and sat both back onto their little pile.

"Alrighty so two marble sodas for your drinks," Robin started as they began to tap away onto a screen, "anything you would like to eat?"

"Yeah, I'll have the Gotham Roll, and a chicken and steak hibachi." Terry ordered.

"Okay, how would you like that steak?"

"Medium rare."

"Alrighty, anything else?" They asked.

Terry stepped aside for Jason.

"I'll have a seaweed salad, a spicy tuna roll, and fried calamari." He ordered.

Nodding, they tapped that in. "Okay, so I have two marble sodas, a Gotham Roll, a chicken and steak hibachi, medium rare, seaweed salad, a spicy tuna roll, and fried calamari."

'Yeah that sounds right.' Dick thought.

"Yep." Terry smiled at them.

"Sweet! It'll be-" Terry cut them off, by handing over three twenty dollar bills. "Oh! Thank you! Let me go grab your change."

"Keep the change." He had said with a smile.

At first the look they gave him was that of astonishment. For a moment it was morphed into one of suspicion. But finally they gave the duo one last smile as the two walked back to their seats.

As Terry sat down, he remembered what he wanted to do. And as he remembered what he wanted to do, he remembered what had happened two days ago.

'I want to buy the kid some proper training clothes.' He started to Dick. 'And maybe some medical supplies. Thoughts?'

The world around him grew silent as music softly twinkled in the background.

He felt the hum just as much as he heard it. 'Yes.'

'That all?'

'You plan on teaching him how to properly dress wounds?'

'Unless you want to do it, yep.' Terry almost immediately felt regret once he was done with that thought as something that felt like… mischief, if that could even be an emotion, began to arise from Dick.

'You know what?' Dick started, 'that sounds like a swell idea. I think I'll do it!'

That… might complicate things. 'Wait you're serious?'

'Heck yeah! Besides, I've always wanted a little brother.'

Terry actually blinked rapidly at this. 'Okay, hold on a second here. What do you mean by that?'

'I mean,' he actually started to sound a little serious, 'I could feel some 'brotherly protection' vibes coming off of you. Look, I totally wanted you to admit it first, but whatever. So, if he's going to be your new little brother, I want him to be mine too.'

The teen had to repress the urge to sigh. 'I do not have 'brotherly protection' going on.'

'Oh yeah? Dude, I was there when you saved the kid, patched him up, and fed him. Not to mention earlier during training.'

'Of course you were there, Dick. We're literally in the same body.'

'My point exactly! Also you didn't deny about Jason being your new little brother.'

Oh lord why was this boy so frustrating. Terry did not have some 'brotherly protection' feelings or whatever. He's literally trying to keep the kid out of juvie and alive! Dick was just looking, or feeling in this case, stuff that wasn't there. That and Jason wasn't his new little brother. That would be weird. Also, they hardly knew each other.

(Okay so yeah, there are things called adoption, and Terry knows that there are siblings who hardly know each other but become siblings anyway. Terry knows this was a thing. However, this whole situation was totally different.)

"Here's your calamari and seaweed salad!" Robin came to the rescue with the appetizers. Thank God.

Smiling, Terry looked at them and said, "thank you so much."

They smiled back. "You're welcome! Hope you'll enjoy it! I'll be back a little later with the rest of your meal."

And with that, they went.

Immediately Jason snatched up one of the pieces of squid meat. Chewing on it, he made a face.

"Don't like it?" Terry asked.

Jason glared at him. "I'm gunna eat it."

Terry held up 'his' hands. "Whoa there. You don't have to if you don't want to. Especially if you don't like it. Look, if it turns out that there's anything here you don't like, I can eat it so it doesn't go to waste, yeah?" He offered.

Somehow, Jason glared harder. "'M still gunna eat it."

"Alrighty then."

They both grew silent once more, and Dick didn't pipe up again. Pop music that was from Ihop was playing. Songs that sounded not quite right dance around in the air.

The kid took a glance at his soda, still unopened.

As was Terry's.

Taking a look at the instructions on the side, Terry popped out a plastic piece that was on the top of the fizz. Seeing how it was in a T shape, and that the bottom was a cylinder, he put the bottom on the marble. He put the heel of his palm on the top of the plastic piece, and pushed down. With a pop, the marble clanked to the part of the glass that went inwards. (The design of the fizz bottle made it so it was easier to grip it, and to stop the marble from hitting the bottom.)

Seeing how Terry did it, Jason did the same thing. Only his soda over flowed.

"Shit," he cursed as he pushed the soda away.

Grabbing a bunch of napkins from the end of the booth, Terry wiped the mess up.

Noticing the difference in the level of soda, Terry offered, "we could switch sodas if you want."

The younger of the two glared at him. He then went to take a swig of the lower soda, still glaring. "I don't mind." Jason said after setting the glass bottle down.

He then went back to eating his appetizers. Jason was gobbling up not only the calamari, but the seaweed salad as well.

(Jason had decided to use a fork from a ceramic cup instead of the chopsticks. Which, to be fair, is quite understandable as using chopsticks could be hard for a beginner. Matt still couldn't use chopsticks for the life of him.)

"So," Terry began, "if we want to continue, I'd think we should have proper training clothes."

Jason's head shot up, cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk. A strip of seaweed fell. He narrowed his one good eye, swallowed his food, and asked, "what's that supposed ta mean?"

The teen held 'his' hands up in mock surrender. Again. "Jus' sayin'. Something like yoga pants and a light t-shirt should do the trick. Just something to feel comfortable in ya know?"

Jason pursed his lips.

"We can go find some after we eat if you like." Terry offered. "And you can pick any that you'll like."

"I'll think about it." Was all he said. But then Jason paused, a look of thought on his face. "Is there anything else you would want to do today?"

Surprise flickered through Terry. "What do you mean?"

"Well, we had our 'training session'," he used his fingers as quotation marks, "and then you want to go somewhere to eat. We come here and then you said you want to go shopping for clothes. Is there anything else you want to do?"

Terry hummed. "Well, now that you mentioned it…"

Hearing this, Jason actually growled. It was so unexpected that Terry ended up snorting a laugh.

"What?" The kid snarled.

"No, no," he shook 'his' head, "I just didn't expect you to growl 's all."

Jason huffed, and took another bite of his seaweed. "So? What is it?"

"Well, my twin was thinking of going and teach you how to be a medic." He slightly joked.

'Wait I'm a twin now? Sweet!' Dick cheered. 'Wait why are we twins again?'

"You have a twin?" Jason was obviously skeptical about that.

'How else are we going to explain how similar we look? After all we are literally sharing your body.'

'Fair.'

"Yep. He wanted to meet you and he figured this would be good 'bonding' time." Terry used 'his' fingers as quotation marks.

Jason raised an eyebrow. "Bonding time? Really?" He snorted. "Also, medic?"

He saw Jason's eye twinkle a little in curiosity.

Terry shrugged. "How to properly clean yourself up if you end up getting into a nasty fight."

"And how does he know this exactly?" He rose a brow.

It was Terry's turn to raise an eyebrow. "What do you think?"

Robin came swooping in before Jason could say a word. Truly, Robin must be a hero of some sort. They set down Terry's hibachi first, then set down Jason's and Terry's sushi.

If Terry was being honest, he was a bit impressed with the Gotham Roll. The slices were placed to make the shape of a G, and there was eel sauce that was drawn to make the shape of a bat on the plate. Small dollops of spicy mayo were on top of each roll while the red masago was sprinkled on top. Ginger and wasabi were on the side.

Jason's, on the other hand, was more on the plain side as it was a simpler roll.

Grabbing a pair of chopsticks, Terry went in for a roll. To his surprise it was good.

'See! What did I tell ya?' He could feel the smug.

Looking up from his plate, he saw how the kid was doing. A small smile emerged. Jason seemed to be enjoying it. Which was good.

"Want to try?" Terry asked, pointing to one of the rolls.

Jason started at him for a moment. Shrugging, he went and stabbed at a roll. Terry watched as the kid ate it. And then make a face.

"I'm torn between liking it and hating it with a passion." He had said.

Which made Dick make a noise as if he was very personally offended. So much so that Terry bursted out laughing. "I suppose it's an acquired taste."

"Yeah well whatever."

Terry just laughed some more and decided to, essentially, 'fuck it' and ate some of his hibachi. Specifically the chicken. He found that quite enjoyable. He also took a sip of his strawberry soda and found that it was pretty good.

And so that was how brunch went. Of course Terry went ahead and plopped half of the rice, chicken, steak, and vegetables onto Jason's small plate. It was obvious that Jason was totally impressed, complemented his skills and wanted to know everything there was to learn about just about everything.

(Okay no, Jason was only slightly impressed, if slightly more suspicious, about how much food was being dumped on him. When he not so subtly asked why, Terry had replied that he couldn't possibly finish all the food himself after that giant Gotham Roll he had had. Both Jason and Dick did not believe him.)

Before they knew it, they were done. Not a speck of food was left on their plates. Well, except for some sushi ginger and wasabi. As it turned out neither of them quite liked the two with their sushi. Nonetheless Terry felt accomplished for knowing that Jason had a hearty meal.

Although now that he thought about it, it would probably be best to slowly have Jason consume more food. If he remembers correctly, it would do more harm than good to practically have a feast after being starved. Yet that brings in the question of how much food Jason is actually eating.

Slag it. This was getting a bit complicated.

Looping an arm around Jason's (bony) shoulders, Terry walked him out of the restaurant.

Turning 'his' head to glance back at their cashier/waiter, he called out, "thanks for the meal!"

Not really looking back, he guided the kiddo over to the bike. The city around them busseled like usual. The new cars that were parked on either side of the motorcycle weren't over the yellow lines. Just how he likes it.

"Next stop, clothing stores. Got any specific places?" Terry asked as they got onto the bike.

"Just Goodwill would be fine." Jason grumbled.

Tilting 'his' head a little, Terry thought.

'Okay, where's that?' He internationally asked Dick.

'Please tell me you have Goodwill in your universe.'

Not quite snorting, Terry began to exit the parking stall. 'Of course. But just because they exist doesn't mean that they'll be in the same place.'

'I know that! I just want to make sure you actually know what it is first.'

'Suuuure.'

With a grumpy teen giving directions, Terry drove a grumpy kid to get some clothes. And with a relatively short amount of time, they stood in front of Goodwill in all of its glory.

"I choose what I wanna get okay?" Jason shot Terry a look as he walked inside.

Holding up 'his' hands Terry said, "I'm not going to buy you a tight fitting suit if that's what ya suggesting."

"I don't expect you to." He shot back.

Rolling with it, Terry followed the child through the racks. Together they looked at shirts, sweaters, sweatshirts, jackets, and much more. Although Terry most certainly persuaded Jason when he caught sight of a jean jacket. And a raincoat. When they got to the shoe section, some rain boots. And a new pair of shoes that still had some good grip on the bottom. Not to mention many different types of pants that most certainly could be worn to bed. As well as socks, and any undergarments.

Okay, so Terry might've gotten carried away and basically bought the kid a new wardrobe, but Jason needs it.

Eventually they went to wonder around. It was a decent sized store. Held a decent amount of stuff. There was a section for things like games, movies, and shows. A section for nick nacks, and even changing rooms.

Stealing a glance at Jason, Terry didn't miss the look of longing at the book section. So, he made a beeline over to see what they got.

"Wha-" Jason sounded startled at Terry's sudden change of pace.

There, the very first book to catch his eye, was A Little Princess. The cover art was different, and the title was off by the fact that the word petite was exchanged for little. However that didn't matter.

Picking up the book with gentle hands, Terry opened the first page. Soft memories of his mother's voice spoke as blue eyes glided across the page. It was the same book.

"Looks kind of short." A voice from the outside broke the spell.

Meeting Jason's eyes, he could see the tiny amount of longing. Especially for a book with the title of Les Misérables across it.

Humming, a memory of his father came to mind.

"Just to let you know, you just might have to read this one day." Warren sat down beside Terry as they watched a baby Matt play in his little area.

Terry scrunched up his whole face. "What do ya mean by that?"

His father gave a warm smile behind his mustache, "what I mean is that when I was in high school we had to read this for my English class." He then ruffled Terry's hair.

"Oh." Terry simply said. "Doesn't look long."

"Well that's because it's a shortened version. The original is much, much longer than this. The author really liked to talk about the history of France since he wrote this a long time ago. It helped that he saw history be made before he wrote it."

Terry tilted his head in confusion. "How long ago?"

"Very." He then made a show of looking around. Leaning closer, Warren whispered as if sharing a secret. "It was made back in 1862."

The red haired man was obviously holding back chuckle from seeing the awe that was showing off of Terry's face.

"Really?" He had asked his father.

"Really." He confirmed. "Now, the man who wrote this book, Victor Hugo, would go and write things about France that might help the reader understand what was going on for the story, but never actually bring the story forward. Unfortunately I have only read this one so I don't know if he did anything like that to his other books. Like The Hunchback of Notre-Dam for example."

Eyes growing wide, Terry realized that the name sounded very familiar. "Like the Disney movie?"

Warren's smile widened. "Well, not quite. Did you know that the Disney movie was based off of that book? It did come first after all."

Mouth agape, Terry shook his head. "No I didn't know that."

"Well, I suppose we just might have to read that one together, if we find it."

"If you make good voices like mom does, yeah!"

Outright laughing, Warren agreed.

Fading out of the memory, Terry began to look for the original version of Les Misérables.

(His father got in trouble for reading that book to him, as his mother didn't think it was suitable for children. Even more so when she found out he promised to read The Hunchback of Notre-Dam. Apparently it wasn't child friendly either and unlike the movie, it didn't have a happy ending. But his father was right when he said that Terry would have to read it in high school. They never got around to finishing Les Mis or even starting The Hunchback after that.)

"Well, it's short because the original was very long." Terry finally said. "The author liked to go off on rants basically about France and morals. But it did help the reader get an idea of what in the world was going on in the early to mid 1800's."

To his great surprise, there was an original, unabridged and completely translated with every single passageway that Victor Hugo had written, copy in between a copy of Dracula and Frankenstein.

Taking another look at Jason, a deep hunger was evident. Not for food, no. For knowledge. For stories that are known as classics.

'Do you think…?' Dick whispered from inside.

'This kid is going to get four books Dick.'

'Wait four?'

"If I get you those three books, you have to read this one," Terry startled Jason, holding up A Little Princess.

Baffled, Jason stared at Terry. "Why?"

"Because this is a good book, and you should totally read it." Deadpanned delivery with a hint of 'duh' was quite successful.

"No," he shook his head, "I mean why buy all this?"

Raising an eyebrow Terry said, "because they're good books and you need to read them?"

"But we're only here for clothes that are obviously more than I need." Jason growled out. He was pouting again. And was shaking in what was probably rage.

"So? Just because clothing is number one priority doesn't mean we can't buy something nice. Like books."

Clenching his teeth, Jason gritted out, "you're not buying me no books."

Giving the kid a smirk, Terry snatched up the books. "Just watch me."

Immediately the smirk upgraded to a grin as Jason chased after him. Right to the cashiers.

"Hi I'd like to buy all of these things please." Terry drawled out with a charming grin just before Jason tackled him to the floor.

Ignoring the concerned workers, Terry managed to wiggle himself out of Jason's hold. Getting the wad of twenties out, he slapped down a random amount of bills down.

Essentially wrestling with the kid was a nice little thing to do while waiting for everything to be checked out, and bagged up. It also was a bit like training for Jason. Except more playful.

"Ummm. Here's your change?" They, the cashier, sounded so confused. Possibly a bit scared.

"I hate you so much!" Jason screamed before attempting to bite 'his' leg.

Calmly, Terry turned to Jason. "No you don't." Turning back to the cashier, he took the change and the items. "Thanks! Have a great day!"

Managing to get Jason standing upright was a decent enough feat. Probably would've been easier in his own body, but whatever.

Giving some of the bags to Jason, Terry made them walk out of the store.

"I fucking hate you so fucking much." Jason grumbled.

The teen only hummed in response.

'Okay so. Shopping is done.' Terry started.

'Yep.' Dick somehow made the 'p' pop.

'When do you want to go get some first aid stuff with Jason?'

'Hmmm. Sometime tomorrow if our little switcharoo keeps at the pace it's going.'

Terry furrowed his eyebrows at this. A nagging feeling was poking at him. As he thought about the nagging feeling, he started to tie the bags close. (He didn't want them to start tumbling out.) Finally it hit him after the last knot.

'Isn't the Justice League's answer to you and your friends' demands due tomorrow or something?'

It was silent on Dick's end for a moment. Then, Dick cursed.

'Language.' Terry automatically replied.

'Whatever. Okay so, Bats likes to do things early so maybe we get the final verdict at like seven or something. So um. Maybe tomorrow at one or two in the afternoon?'

Furrowing 'his' eyebrows, Terry thought at that.

'Would 10:30am be good?'

'No. Noon.'

Pursing 'his' lips, Terry shot back, 'okay sure. Let's just see if Jason would be down with that.'

Looking over to Jason, he saw how the kid was getting impatient. He had his arms crossed, a scowl adorned his face, and not to mention he was tapping his foot on the ground.

"Finally done daydreaming?" He sarcastically asked.

"I was actually thinking." Terry corrected.

A dark eyebrow rose. "About what?"

"If you and my twin want to meet up tomorrow around noon."

The eyebrow's brother joined its height.

"Already?" Pure surprise filled the boy's tone.

The teen hummed in confirmation.

"At the same place today?" Jason tentatively asked.

Tilting 'his' head, Terry thought, 'what do you think?'

'Huh? Oh uh, yeah sure.' Dick then gave what must've been the equivalent of a mental thumbs up.

"Yep." Terry spoke aloud.

Hesitantly, Jason nodded.

An awkward silence soon followed.

"So, uh," Jason began. "Are you going to give me my stuff or what?"

After giving Jason his new things, and money for the bus as he still didn't want Terry to drive him home, Terry drove back to the Manor.

It had been decided that they would try to… switch in a place that would be safe for them to do so. With a unanimous two votes, the conclusion was Dick's bedroom was the best place to actually try this.

So with a change of clothing, and a shower, Terry sat in front of the mirror.

'So, uh, how do we do this?' Dick asked him.

'Not sure.' Terry, a bit bitterly, said.

'Okay cool. Because I don't think just staring into the mirror would help.'

Terry had a feeling it was going to be a long day. 'Think meditation would work?' He eventually asked.

'Do you even know how to meditate?'

'Wow Dick, I can feel your trust in me so much.'

'Well? Do you?'

Sighing through 'his' nose, Terry admitted with a, 'no.'

'Wow Terry. Wow.'

'Okay look. It wasn't exactly easy when I was taught it because of how many distractions there were and I never went back to learning it because I had like, a billion other things to do. Do you even know how to meditate?'

'… maybe.'

"You hypocrite!" Terry shouted, jumping up from the floor.

Eyyyy so we are almost to the end of Episode 2. Technically. Gotta love it when episodes have time skips am I right? But yeah no seriously, it's neat because there's so much I can do in the time in between cannon screen time. And then some.