Dick's face hardened, his legs swinging over the sides of the mattress. "Fine," he said, standing, his toes brushing against the painted edge of Bruce's trap. He took a step, his foot grazing the outside before his whole body fell back, a sick wretching sound coming from his mouth.

"I knew it," Jason whispered, his feet moving until he was racing down the halls to Bruce's study. The whole family was inside, Constantine with them looking over the more illicit books Bruce kept hidden in here. "It's the demon."

There was silence, resignation slipping over Bruce's face as Constantine took over. "You did good kid," Constantine praised, clapping Jason briefly on the shoulder as he went to inspect their demon.

"Did he say anything?" Bruce asked.

"No. He was trying to pretend for as long as he could. I got out of there before he could start on anything." Even now Jason didn't really have any real answers to his questions. Everything he had said he thought was true, but since Dick had been denying until his last breath they were still merely speculations on what had been going on. Hell, for all Jason knew that back there really had been Dick in control, and the two of them had alternating days to themselves. Or, he could have been wrong and that really was the demon on a night. Ace hadn't exactly growled at Dick through the day before. Not like he had at night.

Bruce called his name, bringing him out of his worries. "You did well Jay," Bruce said, the others nodding like he'd brought home a straight A report card instead of a demon.

"Yeah well," he brushed off, "it's not like it's the first time I've whored myself out."

Everyone but Tim and Cass flinched, the memory of the video Dick, freaking Dick, had sent still too fresh to be easily forgotten.

"I can't believe it worked," Tim said.

Jason huffed, "I'll have you know I'm actually very charming when I want to be. Enough to seduce a demon too." He stuck his tongue out for good measure, Tim scowling back like Jason was an annoying child he couldn't get rid of.

"What I meant was that he gave in a bit easily didn't he? Who's to say this isn't another trap?" Which, was a fair point now Jason thought about it.

But, "No, he didn't have a clue." He dropped the teasing, figuring Tim would probably appreciate the seriousness in this situation. "Look, for some reason he wants me. Now this thing is a demon, I highly doubt in the other timeline he's even had to propose a date to get someone he wanted. It's like being with a virgin, you can tell them basically anything about dating rules and nine out of ten times they'll believe you. So, when I batted my eyelashes at him he probably wasn't even worrying about being found out, we thought the demon was gone after all." Truthfully, Jason thought the demon had been so excited with the prospect of having him again that even if they did know about it being around it still would have jumped Jason's bones. It had been celibate for a good, what, three, four months now? Any sex was welcome at this stage. "Besides," Jason tacked on when Tim still didn't look eased, "Even if it did know, what does it matter? It's trapped and being dealt with."

"I guess."

They stayed in the study for a while, Constantine's orders Bruce said. He wanted them all in one place where they couldn't stick their noses in while he did his assessment. Since that was all he was doing right now. Possessions were different from hauntings, firstly because there was a living host. Constantine couldn't do anything to the demon without extreme care or else he could hurt Dick. Real Dick, and Bruce would definitely go spare if something happened to his precious Dickiebird.

The second difference between hauntings and possessions were thar, generally, everything could be banished the same way if it was a haunting. But since it wasn't, Constantine needed to know what he was dealing with. Really dealing with, not just a vague term they'd come to know the demon as last time.

The third difference was mainly concern over Dick again. After all, this thing was an Incubus, if it hadn't been feeding outside of the body it was probably getting it from within. That meant that separation would have to be even more delicate. They didn't know how much the demon had taken. Whether, if seperated, Dick would survive.

All of that Bruce explained to him as they waited, and all of it had Bruce clenching up more and more until he purposefully stopped himself. Bruce was worried. He was beyond worried. He'd been tricked for a second time by this thing and if it wasn't for Jason they probably would still be in the dark.

"How did you figure it out anyway?" Tim asked. "I mean, out of character behaviour is normal for a guy going through something like Dick."

"It is," Jason agreed. "I don't know." He thought on it for a bit. "I guess when we went go-karting, that was when things started clicking." The sleepwalking had stayed with him all day, the fever Dick had too. "I asked him while we were at the diner whether he remembered taking me go-karting when I was a kid. He couldn't remember. Then I asked him if he remembered dressing up like gangsters for the day while we did it and he said yes."

"I thought we did that," Bruce said.

"We did," Jason said.

Tim rolled his eyes, "You trapped him in a false memory. How dumb is this thing?"

"Look, it worked. I honestly didn't think it would but the thing must have been desperate to get on my good side. And like I said, I don't think he did much interacting with his victims in the other timeline."

"Careful," Tim smirked, "You're starting to sound like you're defending it."

"Tim," Bruce barked, silencing the kid for good.

Jason would have been glad for the interference had he not seen the fear etched into every crevice of Tim's face. Snark helped Tim cope, logic and belittling the enemy too. If Jason couldn't recognise them for Robin's traits he wouldn't have been a very good detective. He supposed it was only right for a kid who spent so long in the suit to start deferring to a more heroic personality when reality was getting too much. Jason used to do the same when he was a kid too.

With Tim silenced there wasn't much to say. Bruce tried every now and then. He wanted to get everyone but himself and Constantine away, but Tim and Damian shut him down every time he tried. They'd missed out on round one, they wanted to make sure they were here for round two probably in the hopes their presence would make round three an impossibility.

"I might be useful," Tim argued, Cass backing him up by threatening to get Barbara involved if he even thought of suggesting it again. Jason couldn't help think that unless Constantine needed virgin blood for some reason, Tim should take his ticket out and never look back.

Constantine eventually made his way back to the study. From one glance Jason knew it wasn't good.

"What's the situation?" Bruce asked, and for once not like an interrogation.

"Good news or bad news first?"

"Good," Bruce chose, since they all knew the bad news wouldn't simply be one point.

"Well," Constantine started, "I'm pretty certain we can get the demon out of your son."

"Pretty certain?" Since that hadn't been a definite I can or can't.

"Which is where we go into the bad news." Constantine came further into the room, wisely choosing Alfred to keep near. If things turned violent Constantine would get a two second head start while Alfred got his crutches he wouldn't get from the rest of them. "I have no idea who we're dealing with."

That sunk in for all of them before Tim asked, "Do you need to?"

"Yes." Which is how Constantine went into the exorcism itself. In order to remove a demon he had to know their name, it was a power thing, a way to summon as well as banish. "Since your boy is possessed by a demon from the other timeline, I have no idea who it is. They could have a completely different list of names."

"And it's not like Dick's going to be telling you his name," Jason guessed.

"Well, I wouldn't say that. He said you knew it Jason."

"Me?" He didn't think he'd heard Dick tell him his name. His demon name anyway. "Isn't it just Richard? I mean, different timeline but same guy right?"

Constantine shrugged, "If you're sure."

"Well, what else would it be." Unless that bastard didn't mean he told Jason. He told Father Todd.

Sometimes he wondered just what had went down in that other world between them. As of now, Jason wondered how on earth he was going to get to Father Todd to make sure Dick's name was Richard, and not something completely pretentious.

Constantine went on to explain the other bad news. That even without his name Dick was a higher demon than first anticipated. He said he would have to make some calls to the other exorcists he knew, just so they could banish the demon properly and not let it roam loose like it had here. Also, that they would likely have to call a doctor in.

"That thing's been feeding," Constantine said, Bruce turning pale at the very thought. "He should be okay, but he'll need to be checked over. Doctors are always a must at an exorcism anyway, but I know you'll want someone you trust."

They talked statistics and names way into the night. By the time Bruce was sending people to bed, three more phone calls had been made and two more people expected to be at the manor that morning.

Damian refused to go back to his room, throwing a full on tantrum, screeching included until Bruce gave up and carried Damian to his own room instead. Tim and Cass weren't far behind, Alfred hinting Jason to go too as he offered to show Constantine to his own room.

"I'll show him," Jason said. "You just get some sleep Alfie."

Alfred narrowd his eyes, but that was all he did as he went to his own room on the other side of the manor. Jason knew which guest room to put Constantine in, it was the one most of the Leaguers stayed in when Bruce let them. It wasn't that far from the study, Bruce wanting to keep them close in case something drastic happened.

"So, what's the real reason you want a heart to heart?" Constantine asked, the two of them not even out of Bruce's study yet.

"When Dick said he'd told me, I think he told other me. I just, don't want something to go wrong." If the demon stayed with Dick because Jason had stupidly just assumed something, there was no way anyone in this family would forgive him.

"What do you think I can do about it?"

Jason shrugged, "Some magic, or whatever. Just so I can be sure."

Constantine nodded, "Right. Well, I hate to tell you this but I don't have a spell to help you seek out your other self. I don't think there is one in existence. But, I do know a handy memory spell. We give it a whirl, hope for the best and pray if it doesn't that your hunch is right."

The spell didn't require anything too unusual. A bit of blood, a brief word of Latin and Jason was delving back into memories he'd never thought he'd had. The time Bruce had bought him his first bike. The fact Jason didn't know how to ride one, tried to be secretive about it and Bruce ended up finding out anyway. The week after where Bruce and him spent it falling off their bikes, Bruce getting Jason comfortable enough to ride on his own. The memory where Alfred taught him how to stitch up a knife wound on his own. For emergencies only he'd said, but that had been helpful more than once over the years. The time he and his mom had counted the pennies in her purse to see if they had enough for a cupcake.

Memories that were of his life and not his other one. When the room blurred back into view, Jason could only say, "I'm sorry," knowing they would have to go by chance now.

Constantine was good about it, waving Jason off. "It was a longshot anyway. Besides, demons lie. It's possible he was just trying to mess with us."

He showed Constantine to his room, retreating to Bruce's with a heavy mind. Tim was the only one still awake when Jason got there. Bruce was missing, probably minding Dick, which meant it was up to Jasont to take Tim's tablet away, telling the kid there was nothing they could have done earlier. That it wasn't his fault because he knew a kid like Tim would be taking this to heart. He prided himself on his mind, on his ability to see patterns and come to conclusions.

"I should have known," Tim said.

He didn't push Jason away when he dragged him to the pillow. "Look, none of us knew okay. Not even Bruce. This, it doesn't happen to us. We deal with insane people, not magic. It's not your fault."

Tim still didn't sleep well.

Jason expected the empty bed when he woke. When he went looking he found his family along with two other people in Jason's room. Dick was in the middle of them all, pouting at the ceiling. Yet, when Jason stepped over the threshold, his gaze turned from the ceiling to him.

Leslie was easy to recognise, Jason needing no introduction. But the other guy, or body since apparently it was Deadman Jason was speaking too, well, he needed an introduction there. Apparently the guy was here to try and push the demon out if things got bad enough.

Disturbing.

Constantine was in a flurry. He was everywhere, setting things up for the exorcism. He painted on Jason's walls, pulled things from jars and bags he got from somewhere. Most of all, he moved Jason. He seemed especially interested in the way Dick was ignoring the interrogation Bruce was trying to conduct in order to stare at Jason.

Bruce was almost murderous. If it wasn't Dick, or if manhandling the demon wouldn't jeopardise the mission Jason was sure he would have been bashing Dick around for a rag doll for information.

Constantine nudged him again, a pointed look at Dick having Jason stepping forward. He took up one of Bruce's questions, asking himself, "You may as well tell us now what you wanted. You're not getting out of here."

Dick sat up, his interest finally piqued. "What I wanted?"

"Why you did this," Jason changed, "Why the long con? Did you think I wouldn't notice eventually? What were you planning on doing in Dick?"

The demon scoffed, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me," Jason challenged.

"Fine," Dick leaned forward, "I wanted to survive." He looked around at everyone else, noting the disbelief written there. "What? Too tame for you? You wanted world domination? Or an army of the damned? Sorry to disappoint."

"I thought you hated the idea of being human?"

Dick shrugged, "My options were limited. Besides, it's not like I'm human anyway." There was a hint of, Jason could have sworn, bitterness in there.

Constantine flicked something at Dick that had him scrambling for the headboard. "Well, that's your fault. Whatever you did when you merged stopped you from conforming."

"I know." Here Dick smirked, "But, it's not like I can complain, this is actually perfect." He leant in close again, "See, before I would have been lost to other me. But now, when you exorcise me, I'm free to roam as I please as a seperate entity. You're never getting rid of me Jason."

Bruce nearly carried him out after that, the brats following until they were all locked out. The door was to remain shut no matter what. Under no circumstances were they allowed to interfere or risk Dick's life as forfeit. They all listened.

They took up camp in the hallway, Jason fetching something from the kitchen for them to graze on. The room remained silent for hours. Long enough that Damian fetched his sketchbook. Tim got his tablet after another half hour, him Jason and Cass having an angry birds tournament.

Alfred came for them at four, trying to move them somewhere else. Any other time of the day they would have went. However, about two minutes beforehand, the screaming started. It wasn't just Dick, and when it was Dick he sounded pissed more than anything else.

It piqued at half past the screams being accompanied by crashes, Bruce howling like he'd been shot. Then it stopped. Just silence that was even worse than the screaming.

Nothing happened for an hour. Two. It started to get dark. Cass dropped off, curled into Tim. Alfred lost control of Ace at some point, the puppy whining at Jason's door before looking for attention from the rest of them.

They were there all night, Jason falling asleep at some point. He was woken when a breeze rushed past him. His cheek tingled, like someone trailed their fingers over it.

He knew, then, that it was over.