trans_9 | Sooo...Meet-y

The first person Damian noticed was Grayson. Wonderful, he's not alone. The second person he notices is Jason. And Grayson isn't nearly as guarded as he should be. Damian should clearly be Batman if Grayson's going to be this careless.

"Grayson! Behind you!" he shouts, then pulls out his sword and rushes at Jason.

Dick wasn't guarded because he really didn't have to be. Jason was there and watching his back. The only people he might have trusted more, or at least as much, were Bruce and Tim.

Still, the shout caught him by surprise, making him drop the omnicomm to the nearest table to clear his hands and turned, dropping into a fighting stance.

And blinked when the only person he saw was Jason. "Wait, what?"

Jason wanted to slam his head into something hard. Where the hell did the kid get a damn sword? Why the hell did Stacy let him have a damn sword? He shook his head and set his own fighting stance, wanting so badly to just reach for his gun, but instead he just held out his fists.

"You little snot! Damn Stacy couldn't even get this right. We need heroes, but pip squeak wannabes." And Jason knows that insulting the brat wasn't going to help matters, but oh well.

"If we need heroes, you shouldn't be here," Damian growled. He looked over at Grayson. "We can take him easily enough. Is there some sort of jail on this thing?"

Dick blinked, putting it together quickly enough. Oh man, this was NOT what he needed right now. "Damian, right?" he asked, straightening and putting himself between the boy and Jason. "There's a lot of stuff happening here you don't know about."

Not touching the jail thing. Just because Jason had already been in it...

Jason rolled his eyes and relaxed. If Dick was going to stand up for him, good. The brat can see that Jason isn't the enemy here, at least not right now. He had to get back into the family, then he can beat the snot out of the kid as much as he wanted. And he was sure Tim would help. Mutual enemy.

"Yeah that's our resident Batbrat. Don't you just want to punch his little face in. Here how about I do the honors."

Damian rolled his eyes. "I'm trying to save your life, Grayson. Since you don't seem to care about how easily he could attack you from here. If you don't want to get your hands dirty, you can leave him to me."

"I know exactly how easy he could attack me from there," Dick said. "I also know that he won't." Jason had already done that, after all. "Nobody's punching anybody's face in. Or skewering them. Or shooting them. Try it and I will take you down, family or not."

He was going to treat Jason like family. And Damian too. Kind of. Eventually. Right now, that meant laying down a few rules. "You're new here, Damian, so I'll let it slide. You don't know what's going on. For one, I'm not the Dick Grayson you remember."

"Yeah this Dickie's so much better. Doesn't have a huge stick up his ass for one." He grinned a bit towards Dick. He was glad to see him acting like the older brother. And was glad to see him treating him like family. Now if he could get Bruce and Tim to do the same he'd be all set.

"Shut up, Todd," Damian snapped. "What are you talking about, Grayson? Explain. Who are you, if not you?"

"Now is really not the time, Jason." Especially with that sword in the kid's hands. Dick had no doubt he knew how to use it, considering what Jason had told him about the boy's upbringing. And possibly he wouldn't hesitate to try going for Jason THROUGH Dick. "Well, for one, the last thing I remember, the world was trying to come to an end around our ears. Again. 'Haven'd been nuked and Batman sent me to try getting the heroes together to deal with the Crisis. I was on my way to the Titans Tower when I woke up here."

He's still not entirely convinced that his memories have been properly futzed with.

Jason frowned a bit and stepped back. He didn't want the kid getting upset and attacking. He wasn't going to be tempted to shoot the damn kid in the head and end the headache. No one on board would ever forgive him for that one. So he stayed silent and let the two talk.

Damian frowned. "That would explain why you're wearing the wrong mask. Also why you're trusting him. He's insane, Grayson. He belongs in prison, maybe even Arkham."

"He's not from when you remember, either," Dick said, keeping his voice level. No need to go for soothing. Wouldn't work, he didn't think. "And, frankly, we run around in our underwear and masks and fight the likes of the Joker and the Scarecrow and the freaking end of the world, Damian. I'm not sure that says anything good about any of our sanities."

"He recognized me. That means he's tried to kill me. Whatever else he's done." Damian glared through him at Jason. "You're soft, Grayson. You probably would have forgiven him even his latest murders. But he isn't trustworthy."

"I don't know that you're trustworthy, either," he pointed out. "But you're apparently Robin, which means someone figured you were worthy of that title." And since Dick was the one who originated said title, he's got a fair idea of what it takes to earn it. "And in case you didn't notice, there's more going on here than our own petty squabbles. We need to pull together, not drive each other apart."

"Hold on a damn second." He glared over at Damian from behind Dick's shoulder, completely using his older brother as a shield. So he wasn't tempted to strangle the brat who he was sure should have a few more holes in him than he currently did. "What murders are you talking about?"

"They may not have happened yet. You and your sidekick decided to attempt to replace Batman and me." He still had unhappy feelings about Scarlet. "Of course, your method involved murder and twitter. Too bad you're really fairly pathetic. We stopped you easily and Gordon arrested you."

He could have asked what the hell Twitter was, but Dick decided not to. After all, he could find out later. From someone else. Maybe. "Sounds like all the more reason not to try pushing Jason when you're already concerned about his sanity," Dick pointed out, relieved to hear that Jason had lived through his dive from the bridge.

Not that it made him feel any less guilty about apparently having been the one doing the throwing. "Assuming, of course, that we can even get back home in the first place."

"Wait wait.. Did you just say I had a sidekick? What?!" He shook his head and glared. "I'm crazy but I'm not that crazy. Plus there's only one sidekick I'd ever take, and he's not biting." He was talking about Tim of course, but he wasn't going to say that bit out loud. "Plus what the hell does Twitter have to do with any of this?"

Damian frowned. "What are you talking about, pushing Jason? I don't know why you took her on, but she didn't deserve it. But yes, you are that crazy. And still dying your hair, apparently." Though where on the ship he was getting hair dye, Damian didn't know. "I don't know what Twitter has to do with it. It was your insane sidekick who did it."

Dick crouched down in front of Damian, face serious. It wasn't patronizing. Or, at least, it wasn't meant to be. But Damian was quite a bit shorter than him and that meant towering over him (for certain values of 'tower') might not be the best way to get his attention. "I mean, the Jason you're talking about? Isn't this one. Not yet. And I, personally, would really rather never see him be that Jason." It felt like a cop out, talking about it with Jason right there. But maybe it would help the middle Bat-brother to see how serious Dick was about this. "It means that things can still change. Nothing is set in stone here."

Dick's words made Jason's heart ache in ways he hadn't ever remembered feeling. But Damian's words hurt. Dye. Right. He ran a hand through his hair and frowned. Maybe it'd stay a bit longer, until he can find hair dye at least. He'd have to check possessions. If there was some in there he was set, if not.. well he'd have to go back to being the red head. Yeah that would suck.

"Her.. I'm telling ya this is sounding more and more like the kids whacked out imagination. I'd never take a female sidekick, or a sidekick that wasn't Drake. Everyone knows that." He glared at the kid and looked away. He wasn't going to comment on Dick's words.

"Change what?" Damian said. "Not let him die to begin with all those years ago? I think it's a little too late for that."

He looked over at Jason. "Drake's far from my favorite person, but he'd never work for you. Even he isn't that crazy. And why would I imagine this?"

He gritted his teeth, not wanting to reach up and rub at his temples. "Much as I wish I could, time travel isn't my thing. So I'll just work with what I have now." Which meant dealing with Jason the way he was now and hoping to be able to mend their relationship somewhat. Maybe actually having family could keep Jason from sliding further toward complete madness.

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