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Jason's POV

The three of us all look at Bruce the second he speaks. "Uh, sure. What's up?" Dick says. Bruce nods his head and enters the study. He walks over to the chair across from the couch and sits down. We stare at one another for a few minutes. Bruce opens and closes his mouth a few times, almost as if he just doesn't know what to say. "Boys, I've decided that I should leave. I'm going to go back to the League of Assassins," Bruce says with a hardened gaze. I frown at his words. Dick and Tim blink a couple of times, trying to process what he had just said. "But? Why? We haven't finished trying to bring back all your memories yet. You can't just leave," Tim exclaims.

Bruce shakes his head, "If you haven't noticed, we are not making any progress. I'm no closer to remembering. We're wasting our time trying to do something this ridiculous. I'm not going to remember, it would be best if I just returned and left behind all of this."

"No way. You're not leaving. You can't just give up. There's still a chance. And what about us? You're still our dad! We have an idea that may work. This could be the key to getting your memories returned. Don't lose faith just yet," Dick says urgently. I don't say anything, not really knowing what to say in this situation. Bruce looks conflicted, "I have to leave. Alfred said that he would look after you. I doubt the idea will work. We've tried so much already and it has all failed. I don't want to lose faith, but it doesn't seem like I'll be remembering anything. Maybe it's a sign, I forgot all of this for a reason. It would be best to just let me forget."

I give Bruce a look, "How stupid can you possibly be? You don't even know what the hell the damn idea is and you're already shooting it down. Since when have you ever believed in fate or shit like that. We've been working our asses off to get your memories returned, so you better not walk out of this room."

"No other idea has worked. I doubt this idea is going to be anything special. I believe in different things than the Bruce Wayne that you know. I am willing to kill, I doubt your Bruce is like that. You've already wasted so much of your efforts on trying to get me to remember. You should be all focusing on more important things," Bruce explains. Tim shifts in his seat and wrings his hands together. I glance at Dick with a look of despair. Usually, I don't let anyone see my emotions, but for some reason my emotions came out of me like a flood. It was probably due to Dickface and his stupid brother-bonding talks. Dick places a hand on my knee and gently pats it. It comforts me, for some odd reason. I look over at the replacement and see how hard he is struggling not to cry. He is so close to breaking down. All of this is too much for someone of his age. "Bruce. At least hear out the idea we have before making any judgments. You're still Bruce Wayne. Your memories are definitely a huge part of that, but it's still you. You're still our dad. You are important to us. You're our father. Don't even try to freaking deny it. You might not remember that we're your sons, but we do. We remember every single moment you were a father figure to us. I remember every time you called me chum or comforted me when my parents died. You're still my dad and I'm not just going to allow you to walk out," Dick says passionately. Tim and I nod our heads in silent agreement. Bruce looks all of us in the eyes. You can see deep within his eyes that he is softening. In an instant though, that is gone. His eyes become steel and he lets that look filter over all of us. "I'm not your father. I don't remember being the Bruce Wayne you keep on mentioning. I'm not just going to become that Bruce Wayne with a few magic tricks. I shouldn't be important to you, after all I am only an imposter. I'm not the Bruce Wayne that you think so fondly of. I'm just some stranger with the same face as your father. Just because we look similar does not mean we are the same. I'm not going to be wasting time on listening to your idea. I've already made my decision. I don't care if you accept it or not. I only came here to tell you that I am leaving. This is goodbye," Bruce says sternly and stands up. Dick sighs, knowing that he just lost the battle. I scoff under my breath, knowing that if the Golden boy was unable to convince Bruce than no one would. I guess that's the end of the story than. Bruce is just going to leave us and we'll just continue on with life. Bruce looks at us one more time before walking towards the door. Suddenly, Tim straightens and looks right into Bruce's eyes with the same steeliness. "No. Sit down. You're going to listen to the idea. If you still want to leave after that well, to bad. You're going to stay until we actually carry out this idea. You're probably thinking, why would I listen to you? I could just walk out right now. But, the thing is you won't. You keep on saying that you're not our father, but you know deep down that you very much are. You still care about us. You're still the Bruce Wayne we love. Nothing is going to change that. Stop trying to push us away so it hurts less for you when you leave. You're Bruce Wayne. You're our father. You know it, but you're just saying all of this bullshit to make yourself feel better and so that we care about you less. Well, newsflash, it isn't working. We're not going to give up. So, sit down and listen. I'm so done with this stupid hiding of emotions and pushing away those you love. It's literal BS," Tim exclaims. Bruce looks at him with shock before walking away from the door and taking his seat. Dick looks at Tim in awe. I chuckle, "Who would've known that the replacement had all of that in him? I never thought I would see the day little Timmy uttered a curse word. I like this version of you. Why aren't you like this more often?"

"Shut up," Tim says sitting back down. I chuckle as I shake my head. "Well, I guess we should tell you what our idea is," Dick says clearing his throat, "So, we were thinking of bringing Martian Manhunter back. We're going to have him enter your head again, but this time bring us with him. We think that we may be able to break down your mental barriers cause we know you better."

Bruce nods his head, "Alright. Well, I guess we'll give it a shot."

"That's good. Cause I think he just arrived," Dick says.

"You contacted him without confirming with me first," Bruce says his eyebrows raising. Dick only nods his head and begins walking to the Batcave. Tim follows him. I stand up and pat Bruce on the shoulder, "Don't worry about it. It's not that he doesn't respect your authority. It's just that at this moment you don't really have much." Bruce looks at me with a frown before also getting up. We both make our way to the Batcave. When we arrive, I can see my brothers talking with none other than a big green alien from Mars. We approach the group. Martian Manhunter already has a frown on his face. "I'm guessing that you already told him the idea and he isn't too happy about it," I say. Dick nods his head to confirm my prediction. I smirk, I'm such a great detective. "For good reason too, this is very risky. You three could all get hurt. You have never journeyed through the mind before. Especially a mind as heavily fortified as Batman's. It isn't worth all of the dangers. I refuse to do what you request of me," Manhunter says his eyes blazing.

Bruce glares at us, "You never mentioned any dangers. I am not okay with you doing this if you are going to get hurt. I thought this would've been something you could do rather simply without having to worry about cuts or bruises."

"Did you really think that there wouldn't be any risks? There will always be risks, its part of the job. Just trust us, we can take care of ourselves. You trained us, remember. We can deal with the crazies of Gotham. We definitely can deal with whatever is going on in your head," Dick shrugs.

"No. I don't remember training you," Bruce replies a bit snarkily, "But, I trust that you can handle yourself. Fine, I'll allow for you to go through with this, but only if Martian Manhunter agrees to as well."

"Why is there always a but?" I ask a tad bit annoyed, "Now we have to convince the green oaf to take us into the old man's mind." Dick sighs and slaps me hard. I glare at him. He looks back at me with a look that says, don't be rude you shouldn't be calling people oafs. "Don't worry Jason. Let me try to convince him," Tim says walking over to the Martian.

I roll my eyes, "Go ahead, replacement. I'll just sit back and enjoy the show." Martian Manhunter looks at Tim as he approaches him. "Please let us do this, Manhunter. We need to try anything we possibly can. I don't want to lose my father. He means so much to my brothers and I. If we don't try to do this dad is just going to leave. I lost my biological father already, I don't think I can stand to lose another dad...." Tim says his voice wavering. He looks at Martian Manhunter with puppy dog eyes and a quavering lip. His eyes tear up a bit as well. We all look at the Martian waiting to see if Tim had changed his mind. "Alright. I'll allow you to go through with your idea. You should know, I won't be able to come with you. I have to send the three of you in by yourselves. I'll try to stay in contact with you as you journey through his mind. Now please set up chairs around me so we can begin," Martian Manhunter says. Dick and Bruce move to get chairs and position them accordingly. I let out a small whistle, "Good job, Tim. You really know how to get to someone. Who knew you were such a good actor?"

"Who said I was acting? All those things I said were genuine," Tim says his voice cracking. I stiffen and look at him. His frown quickly turns into a smirk, "Don't underestimate my skills...." I growl at him. "You guys ready?" Dick asks loudly. We both nod and walk to the chairs. We sit in the chairs at the same time. Martian Manhunter closes his eyes and stretches out his arms. I lock eyes with my brothers. They hold my gaze, our eyes blaze with determination. I prepare myself to be transported into the old man's mind. This is going to be interesting. After a few seconds everything turns hazy.

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