Wayne Manor was healing; slowly. Dick hadn't left the Manor in 4 months, not even to see Damian off at school. Bruce had used his sway as Gotham Prep's top financial contributor to arrange for Damian to have every Wed-Fri class remote or as prerecorded teachings. He couldn't get out of Monday and Tuesday if he wanted to graduate on time.
Jason and Tim found it much easier to transfer all their classes to remote and online, they just took a hit with their current classes. Despite that, Gotham Community College and Gotham State University forgot to drop the 2 Wayne boys' GPAs; somehow.
All 6 members of the elite household had fallen into a peaceful coexistence. Bruce was still fighting off the JL and YJ inquiries every other night but the boys were more than happy to trade off patrolling for spending the night with Dick. Barbara had been firm in her blackmail as well, informing Bruce that he would not leave her out anymore. Alfred supported the decision to have Miss Gordon around Dick more frequently so the Manor saw Babs more often than not as well.
Dick was having his therapy and cognitive memory sessions once a week with Leslie but Bruce was hesitant to allow Canary in, even as support. Once she knew, the rest of the vigilante community would know, despite Leslie reminding Bruce of Canary's patient confidentiality oath.
Overall, Bruce found that he was sleeping longer and longer, despite his research obligations having lengthened now with Dick's past becoming present horrors. Tim wasn't taking as much melatonin, Jason was holding his tongue against Damian and Bruce more often, and Damian was becoming more vocal about trivial commentary things, things that Dick had always encouraged Damian to share, "Whatever is on your mind, or bothering you, or making you happy. We wanna hear it Little D".
Bruce knew that Dick's easy meekness was not necessarily a good thing, the old Dick would be fighting tooth and nail to get back out into the world. This Dick seemed to be readjusting to life itself, he was flinching and hesitating less when he interrupted someone or raised his voice. At times, it seemed like someone was acting as Dick, like an introvert had kidnapped his son and started mimicking him. He was content to wake up late, go to bed early, and help Alfred around the house, waiting for his brothers' return all day long, or Barbara's post-college classes welcome.
Bruce knew it had to be addressed before another complex reared its head, but for now, it was working in their favor that Dick was more than happy to stay hidden and follow the house rules.
It was a Friday afternoon, Leslie had just left and Dick was de-stressing by playing a word game on Alfred's smartphone, while the pseudo-grandfather cooked and prepared dinner a few feet away. Alfred was constantly busy now and could not be happier. He had a full house of boys to clean up after and Dick's situation meant that he was always around. His presence seemed to slow Alfred's morose aging heart recently. The boys and Barbara's antics and sleepovers in a different room every night meant that the laundry bin was always full and the dishwasher was always on. Alfred was very pleased with the sudden turn life had taken him on.
Dick had been staring at the screen for a while now, Alfred had peaked a few times while passing by him to the fridge or cabinets but Dick hadn't made any progress on the word puzzle. After his 4th peak Alfred cleared his throat, "Would you like any vocabulary suggestions, Master Dick?"
Dick didn't reply, he didn't shake or nod his head. Alfred frowned and tried again with no response.
He approached Dick's shoulder and laid a gentle hand on his left side, "Mas-"
Dick jolted violently at the touch before whipping around, "Alfred!"
Alfred retracted his hand, "My apologies dear boy, you weren't responding to me" Dick looked puzzled, which informed Alfred that Dick had been lost in thought. It was happening more and more and Alfred suspected Dick was trying to force memories or challenge certain things that his memories had him assuming before he returned to his family.
"Is everything alright, Master Dick?"
Dick bit his bottom lip and worried in between his teeth for a second as he seemed to debate his next action, "I-I think I have to talk to Bruce" He stood hesitantly before his gaze darted to Alfred and Alfred's heart clenched.
"You may go, Master Dick, please remember you do not need permission to be anywhere in your own home. I believe Master Bruce is in the cave; researching"
"Right, I um I knew that. Ok, thanks" Dick said absentmindedly as he jogged out of the room.
Dick made his way down to the cave to find Bruce setting before the largest monitor. He was typing something and then drew his finger over the touch screen before him, highlighting something as well. Bruce heard his footsteps and slid another electronic pdf over the one he was looking at but not before Dick caught the word fetus. He wasn't stupid, but he was fine acting like he was. Dick knew there was a lot wrong with him right now but every day he was with his family made him feel ashamed, ashamed he had ever forgotten his obligation to be there for Damian, or his little brother and best friend Jay, or even little Timmy, who had to be reminded not to grow up too fast at every turn. Being back home was reminding Dick that he had obligations and responsibilities to be there for his family. He had to remember what happened and he had to remember quickly. They would be in danger if he didn't and were caught unaware by the Court.
Dick remembered that night, weeks ago, when Bruce told him his mom had taken drugs or been injected with electrum while she was pregnant but that had fallen under the list of things that Dick was eager to sweep under the rug of denial. The moment he gave any valid thought or legitimate weight to that, he spiraled. Did his parents know about any of this? Did they plan to give him away to a cult of assassins? Surely not since their murder must've been so he could be taken at a younger age. But what if? And then those thoughts usually led to the thoughts about how he healed faster and was always cold and had caught his eyes turning yellow once in the bathroom but had never told Bruce.
Once he officially considered himself a meta, his thoughts had fallen darker and darker and more twisted and he had dreamed about his Master so reverently that Dick woke up and swore Slade Wilson was right there; still running his firm calloused fingers through his greasy hair. Deathstroke was another topic Dick was ready to prolong. He wasn't sure what he thought about the mercenary right now. He knew he was bad and relations with him were bad but his memories didn't agree with him. He remembered emotional times and fun times, his heartbeat racing and so, so much praise.
Bruce turned in his seat to face him and Dick realized he was just staring. He made his way over and cleared his throat. He felt anxiousness and uncertainty wash over his neck and shoulders like a cold draft, ringing his fingers as he tried to make eye contact with Bruce, "What is it, Dick?" Bruce asked, his tone deep and welcoming and slow.
"I-uh, kinda was thinking. I remember, well remembered, I think" Bruce opened his mouth to egg Dick on when he blurted out, "I remembered Lincoln"
Bruce's eye widened before he motioned Dick to the chair next to him and brought up multiple files with the touches screen, throwing them up onto the large monitor, "Tell me everything you remember and the feelings that came with it" Bruce instructed.
Leslie had informed them that Dick acknowledging any attached emotions would aid his mental healing and need for denial, but she probably would have wanted Bruce to partake in this and not his bat persona.
Dick sat down, glad to sartre at the screen and not Bruce, "I was in the nest, and I-"
"Define nest"
"Oh, uh, I think it's their base, I think. It's just the word that came to mind. Maybe they said it to me once"
"Continue"
"I was in the-the nest and Ta-Lincoln was standing next to me and Grandmaster was talking to these people on a video screen, almost as big as a tv"
Bruce's fingers froze mid-typing at Dick's use of the word Grandmaster, but he refused to bring Dick's attention to the slip-up.
"What did you almost say?" Bruce asked, his fingers flying across the touchpad before him.
"Talon, Lincoln was-is Talon" Bruce stopped at that and looked at Dick.
"I presumed you were Talon, from things you had said or called yourself"
Dick rubbed his arm as if to soothe away another chill, "I don't know if I'm saying this because I'm trying to deduce what happened or if it's what I remember but I think he was-is Talon"
Bruce nodded but let Dick continue, "I didn't feel a lot, I think. I felt numb. My knees were cold too, and my back was stiff. I think my head was cold like someone dumped snow on my scalp or something"
Dick brought up a hand to rub at his head when he said this and froze. Without looking at Bruce he said quietly, "I think they had just shaved my head"
Bruce nodded and kept typing, hoping Dick would continue without prompting. "I think I was kneeling or something, Lincoln was way taller than me"
"Who was on the screen?"
"I'm not sure, they were all shadowed like an AI software- like the Light uses. I heard a woman's voice but that's kind of it"
Bruce nodded, "Do you remember anything else?"
"Dick shifted in his seat, "I don't know how many people were there but there were more than 3 and less than, I dunno 20"
"Good Dick" Bruce commented. Dick seemed to relax against the back of the swivel chair and as he listed off extra details as they came to him, "There was no window, the light was in the ceiling and Grand-Cobb was in a suit like yours. They always looked nice and expensive like your Gala suits from Giovanna's"
"Was Lincoln Marsh wearing a suit?"
"I want to say no but I'm not sure. I think he was in combat boots so I don't think he was in a suit, but-like I said I dunno"
"That's fine Dick, this is good. Leslie would be happy over progress like this"
'But are you?' Dick thought snidely.
"Plus it helps your research" Dick added. "Plus it helps my research" Bruce commented with an approving nod; missing the small beaming smile Dick produced from that.
They 2 spent another hour or so detailing the quick and brief descriptions that Dick had given Bruce of the memory blurb before Dick admitted he was hungry and couldn't pull anything more out of his head without a headache.
Bruce accompanied Dick upstairs, planning to grab a bite to eat before he made his way back downstairs when they came face to face with Jason.
"Oh good" he breathed and Bruce's instincts had him on high alert.
"What is it?" he demanded
Dick's head was whipping back and forth, not catching onto the severity of Jason's exhale.
"Nothing!" Jason said with forced nonchalance. I just wanted to come hang down in the cave with you guys and we couldn't find you is all. Dick smiled. Bruce narrowed his eyes not even trying to play along with Jason's BS.
"What's. Wrong" he ground out.
Jason held up his hands, "Look, I'll explain everything, but you can't come upstairs righ-"
"What are you guys doing here!" Barbara's voice jumped out in the distance.
"Babs!" Dick called out as he made to push past Jason. Jason grabbed Dick's arm and held him back.
"Jay, seri-" Dick stopped, noticing that Jason and Bruce were staring each other down. A few seconds went by before Bruce moved his gaze and looked at Dick, "Dick stay here with Jason for a second. I will let Barbara in and be right back ok?"
Dick returned his stare for a minute before nodding, "Ok, fine" he acquiesced with his arms crossed and an eyebrow arched up.
Bruce moved past Dick and into the hallway of the Manor when he heard a shout and pounding behind him. Bruce whipped around just as Dick flew past him with a smirk and gleaming blue eyes lit up in a challenge, "Dick!" Bruce held out a hand as Dick shouldered past him and evaded Jason's bulkier form, sprinting down his heels.
Dick turned the corner into the main foyer and stopped, so suddenly that his feet caught on the main entrance's rug. He fell to the floor, rolled, and then stopped.
Bruce jogged the 20 feet to get to him but stopped halfway at what was standing in his doorway. Alfred, Barbara, Damian, and Tim were all standing before Clark, Diana, Dina, Wally, Artemis, Connor, and Megan.
They had all been speaking very closely with one another, everyone from the JL and YJ team had come in their civies and looked startled by the sudden hallway intrusion. Damian had been forcing Clark and Diana backwards towards the door again but Dick tripping into the scene had frozen everyone mid-sentence. Jason came barrelling around the corner and tripped over Dick, crashing down on top of him with a clumsy "Oof. The fuck man, how are you still so bony, huh?"
Dick didn't respond, his stare frozen on the double doorway intruders. "No"
Everyone looked to Bruce, who was standing menacingly over the 2 young men on the floor. Clark stepped forward, "Bru-"
"No" Bruce repeated more firmly. "I did not allow you access to these grounds. Metas are not permitted in Gotham. You are currently breaking and entering. Do I need to go on? Leave. Now!" Bruce's voice boomed.
"Dick?"
Dick and Jason whipped their gaze to the redheaded young man pushing his way to the front of the group. "Dick?" Wally asked in a shakey breathy voice. His eyes were wide and glossy, his voice was trembling and his body wasn't far behind.
"Ohmygoddick" Wally rushed out as he made to move towards Dick. Dick's eyes were wide and his head was locked in Wally's direction but the moment Wally made a move toiwards them, Dick scrambled to his feet and backed away. Jason stepped in front of Dick's right side but gripped his forearm to keep him calm and in place.
"Leave!" Damian demanded in a childish tone. "You are upsetting him and this is a private family matter"
"Bruce" Clark demanded with a glare, "Is that Richard Grayson?"
Diana and Dina were staring at Dick with open mouths and the YJ team were in shock as well. Connor was jerking his gaze from Tim to Dick like that would explain everything.
"Yes, now leave" Bruce demanded.
"Dick!" Wally tried again. "Wally" Artemis hissed beside him.
Wally jerked his head to his girlfriend but she was staring at Dick with a dark expression marring her face. Wally looked back to Dick and realized that they weren't all 17 and that something was wrong. Dick was almost as tall as Jason and was drastically different from one look alone. His neck seemed to bulge and twitch as he stared at the enwcomers, Wally realized this was from a large amount of muscle mass his acrobatic best friend definitely didn't have in high school. He was in a t shirt and tight yoga pants with no socks. His hair was dark and healthy and mussed but seemed shorter on the edges like it was growing in from a haircut. Wally realized he was staring as his roaming gaze caught Dick's and he flicnhed. Without realizing it, he let out, "What the fuck"
Everyone saw it. Dick's eyes were a vibrant swirl of canary yellow and gold hues. He was breathing out of his mouth, forcing his broad chest to pump in and out rappdily. He was gripping Jason's arm with a strength that made his forearm muscles bulge obscenly and his gaze was the depiction of ADHD, never stalling on one person for more than 2 seconds.
Dick's face crumpled at the sound before he gasped and brought a hand up to the corner of his eye, his fingers twitching like he wasn't sure if he should cover his eyes and shield himself but be left vulnerable and blind.
"This is why you and the boys have been gone for almost 4 months?" Dina asked incredulously. "Bruce, how could you? Wh-what happened?" She seemed to realize she was ignoring Dick and turned to him, noting his tensed form, "Dick are you alright? What happened?"
"Dina" Dick whispered before his eyes jumped to Wally and his expression fell apart in a horrendous clash of baby blue and trembling lips. "Wally" he whispered.
Tim stepepd between everyone and faced the newcomers, "Look, we weren't trying to hide anything or lie, I swear" he looked pointedly at Connor, "But within the span of like 2 weeks we realized Dick was back from the dead and was actually Dick and, well it all fell apart. We were desperate to get him back and he's had some….memory issues he and Leslie have been working through-"
"Leslie?" Black Canary said shocked, "You brought her into this vigilante mess instead of a vigilante therapist Bruce? Why am I around and available for these kids with a damn doctorate if you are going to be too dense to make use of me? Huh?"
"Leslie has been great" Dick defended meekly.
Black Canary's gaze softened against Dick but his reaction shocked her. He took a further step away and snarled lowly, "Don't pity me". He realized his behavior a millisecond too late and his eyes widened, his pupils fading to blue more quickly. "Sorry" he muttered as he looked at their feet instead of their faces.
"Ok" Black Canary said with a sigh, "We need a meeting and to catch up, personally and professionally" She looked at the kids before turning to Alfred, "Alfred can you take the boys upstairs to collect themselves and get changed a bit?" He nodded so she looked to Bruce, "We need an unofficial JL meeting. Now."
Bruce nodded after a minute but didn't move until Jason tugged Dick upstairs, Tim and Damin following quickly.
Alfred turned to the YJ team, standing awkwardly in the corner of the foyer, "Please follow me, we can get you situated and started on some food" he said in a detached prompt voice. The adults watched as the butler led the teens and young adults into the family room before heading upstairs to check on his grandsons.
Bruce made sure the younger team was not planning on sneaking about before he led everyone else over to his office to explain everything, well as much as he would like them to know.
While they were discussing things, the boys slowly made their way back down to the family room, Damian clutching Dick's hand firmly. Dick was looking anywhere but the YJ team when they finally came face to face. Artemis, Wally, Connor, and Megan all stopped their hushed talking to stare at Dick and his brothers. No one said anything for a minute before Artemis spoke, "So, what was it this time? An undercover mission? Why did Batman have you lie to everyone?"
Dick jerked back at that, his eyes flashing up, "I-I didn't mean to-"
"Artemis" Wally hissed as he nudged her roughly, "We agreed to let him explain himself"
She glowered at him before looking back at the anxious form of their old friend. Damian glared at her but said nothing, readjusting his grip on Dick's hand. Dick fiddled with his stretchy pants as he tried to find the right way to find his words.
Jason exhaled an obviously audible breath, "He died you asshole" he said to Crock. She returned his stare, her nostrils flaring with controlled emotion just beneath her surface. She looked back at Dick before directing the question at Jason, "The Pit?"
"No" Dick replied. "I'm having some trouble remembering, but after I was killed in the field, the C-there is this organization that sees themselves as Gotham's ancient protectors, they make assassins but haven't been actually found or proven until recently. They're called the Court of Owls, Batman thinks they took me and…kept me. There's history between them and Haley's circus and they were gunning for me when Batman took me in"
He never looked up from his hands once. "Did they?" asked Wally, "Keep you I mean, if they're anything like the League of Shadows, staying with them is basically torture Dick"
Dick only nodded, wringing his hands in his lap. No one said anything and Dick heard the couch rustling as the team adjusted themselves. Suddenly he was forced backwards into the couch as a body smothered his face and chest. Dick sat there, holding Damian's hand and staring at the ceiling like a fool when the body above him started to throb every few seconds. Slowly Dick brought both hands up to cup Wally's back and crush him to him. Wally started shaking harder until he was violently crying with no voice, save for wrecked wet gasps that escaped him.
Dick felt the backs of his eyes burn as he burrowed into his smaller redheaded friend, "I'm so sorry Dick. We thought you were gone. We had your funeral and you never went to college with me and Arty and we never had our first shot together and-" Wally continued rambling on between his hiccups and Dick couldn't help it. He started to shush Wally, "Hey Wals, it's no biggie, it's a genetic thing. You know how cats have 9 lives? Well Robins have 2 apparently"
Wally pushed back to stare at Dick's face, he scanned his eyes for something before his face cracked into a broken wet smile and he punched Dick in the arm, "You're so lame man" Dick smiled back as Wally pulled away.
Wally sat back on his haunches before the brothers as the rest of the team gathered around more closely, "Are you ok though?" Artemis asked seriously. She had always been much less emotionally attentive than her teammates, her harsh upbringing under 2 clashing mercenaries had her understandably stunted in that field of development. Dick understood this and saw her question as her version of an apology, letting him know she was still concerned about him. Dick smiled slightly before it melted off his face like hot syrup. "I'm having memory issues," Dick said quietly to the floor again. "To be honest, I can't remember a lot, mostly flashes and random memories that feel like they make sense but when I explain them to other people and they start asking questions to clarify, then it messes me up and I kinda realize my memories don't all add up"
"Dr. Leslie thinks it's a coping mechanism Dick used when he was captive" Tim explained from the side.
"It's really weird," Dick said, "I know I'm not in college but I know I'm not 17 anymore. You guys don't look that different to be honest but like I don't feel…."
"22?" Megan offered.
Dick flinched, "Yea"
"Why do-did they want with you?" Connor asked with a concerned frown.
"I think my great-grandfather works for them somehow and is using this weird secret formula to make the organization's assassins last longer and get stronger faster. I think that's how I ended up on their radar at least"
"That blue stuff Uncle Barry was looking into?" Wally asked.
Tim nodded, "It's called electrum and it's the closest we've ever come to the super solider serum that made Deathstroke"
Dick tensed beside him and Tim forced himself to keep talking instead of giving his behavior attention, "This looks weaker though, it's temporary because their people, they call them talons sometimes, need it once a year or they die or become non-meta, we think"
"How do you know this if they've been so good at staying secret?" Megan asked.
"They haven't," Artemis said, crossing her arms, "I've heard my dad talk about them before. Joked that he wanted a contract from them and could retire like that" She snapped her fingers sharply.
"Well, mostly hidden then, at least" Megan amended. Dick tensed waiting for the worst part to be laid bare.
"We have 2 of those fuckers locked up in the cave right now. I killed one and he came back to life a day later" Jason responded. Dick didn't look up but felt his breath catch. His brothers weren't lying but they weren't telling the full truth. That Dick was one of those freaks and was even worse because it may be part of his DNA instead of a yearly flu shot like the rest.
"You've exceeded expectations, Bruce, really"
He watched the man of steel pace around aimlessly, throwing occasional glances back to where the boys were.
Diana sat down beside Bruce and turned to look at him fully, "How could you not tell us, Bruce? We care for Dick just as much as you" Her lips were twisted in hurt.
Bruce shifted his attention away and tried to let his discomfort melt off his face.
"Dick is not who you remember," Bruce said to the room.
No one said a thing, allowing Bruce to set their tempo. "We found him trying to break into Star Labs and steal something. He doesn't remember this apparently. He's had violent episodes where he thinks he is a talon, an assassin of the organization that kidnapped him and had us believe him dead.
"So he was never dead? Canary asked with shock plastered over her bright green eyes.
Bruce shook his head, "No, he was. They revived him somehow using a supersoldier seem. Similar to Deathstroke I think. They administer it to their organization's servants yearly to keep them meta. There are familiar ties between Dick's blood family and the court and the circus Dick grew up in. That is how they knew of him and wanted him in the first place but I'm not sure about all the details or parties involved. Dick has been making progress but only significant progress these last few days"
"Wait"," Clark interrupted, "Dick is a temporary super soldier? When does it wear off? What are the side effects besides this memory relapse?"
Bruce didn't respond and Clark narrowed his eyes. He looked at Diana before he saw something that broke his resolve with his friend, he sighed and said in a softer voice. "Don't lie, Bruce, please".
Bruce studied his hands. Considering the pros and cons of ousting his son to JL's top members right now. He clenched his hands before looking up coldly. "I have reason to believe the court was injecting Dick with experimental electrum while he was still in the womb"
Canary audibly gasped while Bruce trudged on, "I cannot separate or identify it from the DNA and blood samples I have and have studied because I don't know what to look for but Dick is different and most likely in a permanent way. He grew more than a young adult should have in 5 years, especially an acrobat from his family line. He was shot twice and healed within a day. He punched a countertop apart with his bare skin. He-"
"We get it, Bruce," Clark said, laying a hand on his shoulder. Bruce realized he had started rambling and cut himself off with a sharp inhale.
"The plan was not to exclude you forever" Bruce explained after a minute, "Just until I knew we had our Dick back and he had a clear set path or routine forward to healing"
"Alright," Canary said in response. "Well, the team knows about it now. It will no doubt make its way to Kaldur and Arthur" she said. "If you still want to preserve some semblance of secrecy for the boys then we should keep it down to us, and Ollie...and Barry" she included.
Bruce nodded but didn't reply.
"Bruce, I know you don't like us forcing our way in but we had no idea, plus this might be for the better, we want to be here for you and the boys"
"Please spare me from your excuses. You all expect answers to be given to you as if your questions are your lasso of truth" Bruce said sharply. "The entitlement within the Justice League has never been steeper"
Bruce straightened his back but kept his gaze from making contact with anyone, "I failed him". He looked at Clark. "I failed my first Robin and he has been out there for 5 years with an unknown group of killers right under my nose. He's different and didn't even remember us and can't remember enough to help us or give us the advantage!" By the end of his rant, he realized his voice was raised and he was about to slam his fists onto the table.
The others said nothing. Letting Bruce calm down in his own way. "We will figure it out, Bruce. I think the first step would be to send all the DNA evidence over to Barry though. He can help" Diana said. "He will undoubtedly be involved now with Wally as well she said with a small grin"
Bruce frowned at that. "I don't want them convincing Dick he should suddenly leave the grounds and be a vigilante again. It'd only been a few months and he can't even remember his torture and captivity clearly. "I've been unusually lucking with how mellow his brothers have been able to keep him recently"
"We understand Bruce, but if this organization is still after him they might become a problem you can't afford to ignore. We are here to help". Bruce turned away, clenching his jaw. "They will be dealt with no matter what" he vowed.
They turned as Barbara entered the room and leaned against the doorway. "It's a hug fest in there," she said with a small smile. Diana leaned back in her chair and gave Canary a grin as they listened to the teens chat.
"You know Roy and Cheshire won't stay away for long," Barbara said to Bruce.
Bruce glared, "She is not permitted here. Roy is bad enough"
Roy and Wally had each spiraled in different ways after Dick's death. Wally sought solitude while Roy sought the company of less-than-reputable individuals. Bruce already had a grudge against Green Arrow's nephew but refused to play nice with him and his new allies.
"She," Barbara said with emphasis "Is Artemis's sister and Dick cares for her. Jason and Dick will find a way to Roy no matter what you know that Bruce," she said with a smirk.
Bruce glowered. The older redhead had always been a bad influence on the 2 younger boys. Taking to Jason and his roguish background like glue. He was dreading what kind of influence those 2 would be on his eldest son in the midst of a 22 year-mid-life-crisis.
Dick smirked as he threw down a plus 4 card alongside Wally's plus 4. Artemis squawked. "You can't do that!"
"Yes you can!" Wally and Dick argued.
"No!" She denied angrily. "Uno said you can't double number cards because there are too many idiots like you 2".
"I don't see uno anywhere babe. Do you Rob?" Dick shook his head innocently, pretending to look around the room. "Nowhere walls"
She growled and threw her cards down.
Megan had been sitting and watching with a small smile. Card games had never been fun for her as she read minds too often on accident to have it be a fair fight. She liked to watch the drama though.
Connor and Tim were sitting shoulder to shoulder, sitting happily in silence as they watched Dick and Wally gang up against everyone.
Megan leaned forward suddenly and asked Dick, "I know you don't want to actually speak about anything and I'm not trying to bring it up again but if you are having memory issues I can always help?"
Dick looked at her and gnawed his bottom lip with a conflicted expression.
She threw up her hands with an apologetic smile, "If you want, no pressure obviously, but uh well you know I think your mind would like my presence better than my uncle's and we could sift through stuff to see if there were any blocks or amnesia like we did for Kal" she motioned to Connor.
Connor looked from her to Dick with a shrug. "It did work but to be fair I had a lot fewer brain cells back then". Tim smiled at that and nudged Connor in the arm over his self-deprecating joke.
Dick smiled uneasily and looked back down at his hand of cards to avoid their gazes. "I'll think about but thanks Miss M"
"Sooooo" Wally said with a dangerous glint in his emerald eyes. "How tall are you now? Cuz you look taller than Jason"
Jason, who had been ignoring everyone for apps on his phone, stopped and looked over very slowly and deliberately at the speedster. He narrowed his eyes and said lowly, "Don't. You. start"