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The Outlaws' beach hideout... (Age 10)

Roy slumped further down in his chair. Maybe Jason was right. Maybe this was pathetic and sad. Maybe he should go do something. Then again, what were you suppose to do when the daughter, who everyone said was dead, came back? Oh, and to make everything better, Ollie just had to pull some strings, so Roy could get in some major trouble for going within a three mile radius of Lian.

Which is why Roy was so depressed. Because what kind of idiot in his right mind would let their child be the test subject to an ex-druggie, to prove that he could be a somewhat good influence?

Outlaws' beach hideout still... (Still age 10)

"Roy, you need to man up, and do something." Jason's voice cut through the fog that was Roy's mind.

"Why? It's pointless." Roy whined back, because in his view, it was. (Which is why Jason was going to do the second stupidest idea in the entire world. Not that Roy realized this.) Jason started to grin; a grin that could give the Joker a run for his money.

"Jason, what are you doing?" asked Roy. Jason ignored Roy's panicked question, pulled out his phone and started to dial.

"Hey, Dickie-bird! How's your social life?" If anything, Jason's enthusiasm seemed to be screaming something along the line of, 'I NEED A FAVOR! PLEASE BAIL ME OUT!'

"... No, I'm not setting you up. Why would you think that? ... I was wondering if I could watch the Spawn for the weekend." Roy was intrigued by this, and sat up a little straighter. Who was Dickie-Bird? ('Jason must really hate him to call the guy that. Must hate him a lot to call someone spawn too.' Roy thought upon the side of the conversion he heard.)

"... Geez, take a kid to a shooting range and forget I'm suppose to take him with me when I leave, and I'll never hear the end of it! ... Yeah, I know. ... He's the reason I'm doing this. His mood is killing me. ... Why would I take the kid to a meth lab?" Jason looked confused and then looked expressionlessly at nothing.

"What is wrong with the Replacement? ... About time someone did that! ... Yeah, I'll pick him up in an hour. ... Bye." And with that, Jason hung up the phone and grinned idiotically grin at Roy.

"Jay... What did you do? Should I be worried? Because I am. And who's the Spawn?" Roy shot off question after question.

"I asked my... A person I know for a favor. I have no idea, but it's not that important. And you'll meet the Spawn. Soon enough, anyway. Kori, I'm going to borrow your spaceship!"

The Graysons' apartment... (Still age 10)

Dick plopped himself on the couch, taking a few moments to relax. Moments like these were rare in his life. When he retired from Nightwing seven years ago, Dick rediscovered things that were lost to him; things like sleeping, and drinking other things then coffee.

But now, it felt like between his job, raising Damian, and being the new Batman, there was barely enough time to do anything. Pity that everyone seemed to know this though. It left to all kinds of matchmaking and play date offers from Wally. (Dick had never passed an opportunity to hang out with his one of oldest friends though. Not so much on the blind dates.)

They say before you start a war, you better know what you're fightin' for. Well baby you are all I- Dick picked and answered his cell phone, "Hey Jay. What do you want?"

"Hey, Dickie-Bird! How's your social life?" Dick couldn't help groaning. There went his nice few moments of peace and quiet. Now he had to go bail Jason out of jail or go on a date with some ex-con who may or may not be a female.

"I'm not going to bail you out, if that's why you called, too bad. And don't expect me to go on any date with anybody."

"Why would I set you up?" "Last time you called, you needed to borrow three hundred dollars, and wanted me to go on a date with bounty hunter. Now what do you want?" Dick couldn't help but to slightly grin. Although the bounty hunter was completely horrible, having a legitimate reason for Jason owing a favor was fun.

"I was wondering if I could watch the Spawn for the weekend." "Yes, please do. He has a three day weekend, just drop him off Monday afternoon." Dick suddenly remembered that one time... "And no leaving Damian ANYWHERE. Or else." Dick growled into the speaker.

"Geez, take a kid to a shooting range and forget I'm suppose to take him with me when I leave, and I'll never hear the end of it." "Then don't leave him." "Yeah, I know." "Does Roy know about this?" Jason knew what his brother meant. Did Roy know that a child, about the same age as his own daughter, was coming, and Roy needed to behave, because this could be a good reason to see his said daughter ,who just woke up from a coma?

"He's the reason I'm doing this. His mood is killing me." "Good. Also, please, please, PLEASE don't use Damian as way to uncover a meth lab." "Why would I take the kid to a meth lab?" "Tim plus evil daycare center equals Damian going undercover without my knowledge." "... What is wrong with the Replacement?" "No idea, I'm trying to get him tested." "About time someone did that!" "I know. Now Damian will be ready to pick up in an hour and just drop him off Monday morning." "Kay I'll pick him up in an hour. Bye." And with that, Jason hung up. At the same time, the front door dragged open and dark-hair boy entered. (The door had lost one of its hinges years before, so it dragged and clunked a lot.)

"Dad! Dad! May Colin spend the night at our house? I promise we will not try to make pasta like last time. Also, he is truly sorry about almost setting our fridge on fire. Please Dad?" Damian pleaded.

"Sorry, buddy. You're going to spend the weekend with your uncle." Dick tried to be sympathetic, he really did. Although Colin seemed to live at Damian's house half the time, and visa versus.

"But I do not want to spend the weekend with Uncle Tim. He's boring, and I think he hates me." Unfortunately, Damian was right on some level. To make a very long story short, Tim wasn't Damian's biggest fan, and after Tim gave his nephew coat hangers for Christmas, Damian didn't care much for his uncle.

"I'm not talking about Uncle Tim. I mean your other uncle, Uncle Jason." If Tim and Damian hated each other, then Jason and Damian were close, although there was some debate about how much of a good idea this was.

Damian visibly brightened, "Really? Thank you, Dad! I'm going to go start packing." Damian ran to one of the adjoining rooms, where Dick assumed his son was packing. In reality, Damian was really calling up his friend and explaining why they wouldn't be able to hang out that weekend. Luckily, Damian managed to pack his bags in three point five minutes. (Which was nothing compared to when he packed a weeks' worth of clothes in a minute.) Just as Damian zipped his suitcase closed, he heard a knock on the front door, followed by a muffled yell. Damian grinned, pick up his suitcase and ran out to meet his uncle.

"Hey, Jason." Dick grinned and hugged his younger (and not dead anymore) brother. "How's my favorite zombie?"

"I hate you so-" Jason grunted as his nephew charged and threw his arms around Jason. "Hey, Spawn. Looking forward for us hanging out this weekend?"

"Yes! Thank you for allowing me to come, Uncle Jason! You're WAAAAYYYY cooler and more awesome then Uncle Tim. He got me coat hangers for Christmas, you know. That's never a sign of being cool or awesome." Damian blabbed on for a few more minutes.

"Anyway, thanks for taking Dami. I'm sure you'll both have a great time." Dick hugged and exchanged goodbyes with his son. Then Jason and Damian left, and Dick grinned.

He pulled out his cell and made a call on speed dial. "Hey, Babs. Are you busy this weekend?" He asked causally.

And that's all folks! (At least untill the next chapter is written up.) I'll probably expand about Lian being alive later. If not, there's really not that much to know.

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