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As their bioship took off the team inside was quiet, everyone thinking about their actions and how it led to this debacle.

Or, mostly everyone.

A certain Nightwing was thinking about what Superboy told him, how one of the ninja knew his name. How was that possible? Unless Ra's told him Nightwing's identity. But Superboy said that the red ninja said his name with confusion, as if trying to recall something...

Nightwing groaned, dropping his head into his hands.

This whole thing was confusing him. All he knew was he needed to get to the bottom of this.

After they thwarted the Light's plans.

- - -

Jason followed Talia and Damian further into the building, stopping in one of the cozier rooms. She gestured for him to sit down and he listened, looking up at Talia expectantly.

Talia sighed, letting Damian off her lap so the boy could go sit with Jason. He snuggled up to his older brother, resting his cheek against Jason's bicep. Jason smiled down at Damian before remembering why they were there.

"Mother...who is Grayson? Why did that name pop into my head during that skirmish?" Jason asked, eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

Talia leaned forward, taking Jason's hands into her own. "Jason...how much do you remember about your life? Before you died?"

Jason looked down at their clasped hands, thinking. "I...I don't remember anything. I don't think?" He inhaled deeply. "But...I feel as if...I could have known this Grayson person. Who are they?"

Talia squeezed Jason's hands, trying to think of a way to delicately explain this to the seventeen year old. If she told him the full truth when he didn't have any memories, it could be detrimental to his health. But if she didn't tell him most of the truth, down the line, it would come back to haunt her. "He was...he was someone you were close to."

Jason nodded slowly, thinking back to the fight. "He was the one in black and blue, correct?"

"Yes, Nightwing is his alter ego."

Jason closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. His head was starting to hurt again. "How close were we?"

Talia hesitated. This was the question she feared. She knew answering it truthfully may cause a rift, Jason may be angry at her for keeping it from him. But if she kept it from him, well, it most definitely would not end well. "Nightwing...Nightwing was your older brother."

Jason felt the room start to spin. He shut his eyes even tighter, inhaling sharply. He wasn't sure how to take the information. He...he had had a brother in his past life? This Grayson fellow, does he remember Jason? Probably not, because if Jason, with memory loss, could recognize him by his fighting style, surely Nightwing would be able to do the same without memory loss?

Jason looked up at Talia with a steely look. "It doesn't matter about my past life. I only have one brother now. And I will protect him with my life."

Talia smiled at Jason, patting his cheek. "My boy, you have no idea how happy that makes me to hear you say."

Jason leaned into Talia's touch, a small smile coming onto his face. His head was still hurting but he was ignoring it. After all, pain is an illusion.

Damian looked up at Jason and Talia, crawling onto Jason's lap. "Mother, is this our new home?"

Jason wrapped his arms around Damian, looking at Talia with a questioning look. Talia nodded. "Yes, our old home has been compromised. We are to stay here with my father and the Sensei, especially now that we know that the young Justice League knows of our location."

"How has our old home been compromised?" Jason asked, thinking of all that he left in his old room before remembering that material possessions were meaningless.

Talia looked down. "The League of Shadows, I'm afraid, have stormed our palace. It is no longer safe for us to return."

Jason nodded, looking down to Damian, who was looking back up at him. "Well, I don't know about you, little demon, but I am starving. What do you say I go make us something to eat?"

Damian nodded vigorously, leaping onto Jason's back. Talia watched as her two sons left the room, a fond smile on her face as crisis was averted.

Jason, with Damian on his back, made his way to the kitchen of the fortress like structure. He set Damian down on the counter before turning to the fridge. "What are you in the mood for, little one?"

"Hmm, surprise me, Jay!" Damian giggled, swinging his feet back and forth.

Jason grinned, looking through the fridge for ingredients. He frowned, realizing how sparsely stocked the fridge was. He pulled out a package of cheese, checking the date on it before going to the cabinet for bread.

He whipped up two grilled cheeses, handing one to Damian as he himself sat on the counter next to the toddler. They dug into their sandwiches, munching happily, content to just be with each other.

Damian started to yawn once he finished his sandwich, covering his mouth with his left hand. Jason hopped off the counter, picking Damian up into his arms. Damian snuggled into a comfortable position, resting his head on Jason's shoulder as the older boy walked him through the building, trying to find a room where they could sleep.

He eventually found the sleeping quarters, finding an unoccupied one. He slipped inside, closing the door behind them. He laid Damian down on the bed, taking his weapons off before joining his little brother under the covers.

Damian immediately snuggled close, resting his head on Jason's chest. "Good night, Jay."

Jason kissed his hair. "Good night, Dami. Sleep well."

Jason watched as Damian's breathing evened out, the little toddler falling asleep quickly. He stayed up longer, thinking about the day's events.

He had a brother from his past life, one, it seemed, that didn't remember him.

Jason clenched his jaw, forcing down the emotions that came up with that thought.

Whatever, Jason thought to himself, if this Grayson fellow comes back here and threatens my family again, I won't hesitate to end him, brother or not. This is my family now, not some guy I can't even remember the face of.

Satisfied with this conviction, Jason allowed himself to rest his eyes, still alert in case Talia or Ra's needed him. After all, his main purpose in life is to serve and protect his family.

Everything else came second.