The next night came much quicker than they wanted, anxiety eating at the older three Waynes. They reluctantly got dressed into their alter egos, putting Jason in a red hoodie before setting off into the night. They had been given instructions to meet the team and the League at the Watch Tower, which was sure to go over well with Jason.

"Why are you dressed like that? Where is my costume? Where are we going? Why are we in this dark alley?" Jason clung to Dick's back the whole time, watching in amazement as the zeta tubes opened up and swallowed two of his brothers. "Wow, Dickie, where did they go? Can we try it?"

"Of course little man." Dick smiled, walking in with Jason and closing his eyes, trying to steady his beating heart.

Recognize Nightwing

Recognize Red Hood

"Wow, why did the computer call you Nightwing? And who is Red Hood? Is it me because of my outfit?" Jason gasped, looking up from his brother's shoulders too see the gathering of superheroes, all staring at him. "Dickie, are we in space? This is so wicked! Alfred would love this." Before Dick could stop him, he wiggled off his back and ran right past the League, plastering himself to the window. "Dami, do you see this? Can you draw this for me when we get home? Please, I won't call you a slow poke anymore."

Damian walked over and picked him up, ignoring the stares of the older heros. "Of course I will, but only if you promise to clean up the mess you and Conner made last night."

"That was you and you know it, tater tot!" Jason stuck his tongue out, yelping when Damian pinched it. "Gif i ba!"

"Nope, mine now." Damian laughed warmly, the League shivering a bit. "Now come on, there is a lot to talk about."

"Meanie." Jason grumbled, nestling into Damian's chest with a pout. They stood next to their brothers, Jason playing with Damian's mask until he took it off and gave it to him, ruffling his hair.

"Does anyone want to explain what is going on?" Diana asked, gesturing to the small child trying to wear Robin's mask. When he saw what color it was, he gasped, jumping out of his arms and running to Tim, paying the adults no mind.

"Timmy, Timmy! It is like the TV show. See?" He held up the green mask and gestured to Damian. "Green for Dami, red for you, blue for Dickie, and," He unzipped his hoodie, revealing a black t-shirt. "Black for me!"

Tim bent down and lifted Jason up, kissing his temple. "You're right, Jay."

"How did he know our colors?"

"He didn't, we were watching a cartoon about superheroes and he pointed out between the characters and us that-"

"Blue for Dickie because he worries and takes charge, red for Timmy 'cause he is kind and smart, green for slow poke 'cause he is fun, fast, and plays. I am the black one because I am the baby but also a ninja!" Jason grinned toothily, forgetting where he was. "Why do you think I win hide and seek with Superman? No one finds a ninja!"

"Superman, since they are in their own world, care to explain?" Batman turned his glare on the boy scout.

"My fault Batman." Tim spoke up, passing his brother to Dick. He stepped forward. "I was on a mission with Red Hood to take down Klarion, he got blasted with magic, and well..." He gestured behind him to the five year old that was now styling Dick's hair with the help of Damian. "Don't worry! Dick and I found a way to reverse it, we had to wait for Doctor Fate to return. It involves Doctor Fate and Klarion working together to reverse it." Everyone just gaped between the five year old in front of them, trying to reconcile him and the Jason they knew.

"How long has he been like this?" Flash asked, holding his hand to hip height.

"Week and a half?" Tim winced at the flash of anger on Batman's face. "We didn't want to pull you away from your mission! Besides, we were handling it."

"Dickie, I gotta go potty." Jason whimpered, tugging on his brother's sleeve. Dick nodded, turning to Tim.

"Tim, we'll be right back." He picked Jason up and darted down the hallway.

"Where is he taking Jason?" Green Lantern hissed. "He isn't authorized to go there."

"He is five years old and has no memory past waking up on a roof top with Tim." Damian snapped, glaring at the League. "He is not a criminal, not at this point. If any of you treat him as such you will answer to me. That boy is my brother and has been through more hell in his short five years than you can imagine. I am not afraid to take any of you down, need I remind you of my heritage?" He growled, whirling around when he heard the familiar sound of an approaching Jason. He scooped him up in his arms. "Come on Jay, let's go color."

"Really? Do they have different colors in space?" Jason giggled, resting his chin on his brothers shoulder. "Do you think dad would want a welcome home picture when he gets back? Its too bad he couldn't meet the League. That would've been cool."

Damian shot them a glare. "Yeah, it is too bad." He exited the room with his brother, leaving a tense silence.

"What did I miss?" Dick surveyed the room, standing with Tim and the rest of Young Justice.

"Damian laid into them for assuming Jason was a five year old criminal." Conner spat. "I feel the need to use some crayons, what about you guys?"

The younger team nodded, shooting their mentors disgusted looks. Superman floated after them, shaking his head. "He's five. They called me the next day and I kept an eye on him." He tossed a disk on the table. "I knew you would have to be sure, Bruce. There is your evidence. Not that you should need any." With that he flew out, leaving an ashamed team behind.

Flash picked up the disk. "Do..do we watch it?" The League nodded reluctantly, putting it in the computer.

They watched as Jason ran giggling from room to room, playing tag with Damian. How they napped on the couches in the living rooms, lounges, library, sometimes even on the floor, anywhere Jason passed out in Damian's arms. They watched as they colored together, teased each other at meals, started food fights that they refused to let Alfred clean up, doing it themselves.

They watched as Dick read him bed time stories, his thumb sliding in his mouth. They watched as Jason hid from Dick and Dick panicked, searching the whole manor until Jason jumped on his back, laughing. They watched as Dick tickled him, and helped him get his food at meals.

They watched as Tim watched TV with him, pausing to explain what was happening as Jason listened with wide, fascinated eyes. They watched as Tim helped build a trap for Damian that they designed, laughing when it worked. They watched as Tim read to him in the library, helping him look words up in the dictionary.

They watched as Young Justice came over multiple times to hang out. They watched as the group built pillow forts and told campfire stories, Jason burying his face in someone's chest. They watched as they played tag or hide in seek, Jason's uncontrollable laughter always giving him away.

They watched as he had the flashback in the library. They saw the murder in Dick's eyes. They watched as he thrashed and screamed at night, his brothers rushing to help him. They watched as he tried to hide the flinches when a door slammed or a voice was too loud. They watched as he saw a group of burly men on the pier, clawing at Damian and Tim, screaming to go home and that he was sorry.

They watched as the video ended with the brothers in a cuddle heap, fast asleep as a movie played long forgotten on the screen.

"We have some apologizing to do." Flash sighed, shaking his head. The League made their way to the room that made the most noise, opening it and being smacked right away with a spoonful of mashed potatoes. "What the...?"

"You can't catch me, I'm the ninja bread man!" Jason shrieked, poking his head over the table and hurling a spoonful of bread stuffing towards the other side of the room, catching Conner on the chest.

"No! I've been breaded. Tell, M'gann I love her." He yelled dramatically, crawling to the sidelines where Tim, Wally, Superman, and Artemis sat, covered in various amounts of food.

"I'll avenge you, my darling!" M'gann grabbed some beans, tossing them at Jason. He dodged easily.

"Ha! Dami and I have been training for this our whole lives! Get her!"

"On it!" Damian pulled the laddle of gravy back, soaking M'gann and Dick in the process. "Ha! Sweet!"

"No one can defeat us, we are the ninja bread men!" Jason sqwuaked, throwing slices ninja star style until he took down Kaldur.

"Victory!" They yelled at the same time, the only two not covered in food.

"Now you two have to battle it out, see who the true ninja bread man is." Tim smirked, ignoring the adults filing in.

"Easily me." They whipped their heads at each other glaring. Damian flipped to the other side. "It's on!"

"Bread is love, bread is life, tater tot!" Jason grinned, grabbing his ammo. "May the best brother win."

They began to fling copious amounts of food at one another, the League making its way over to Superman. "What is going on?" Diana asked, gesturing to the mess hall.

"Ninja bread man war." Tim shrugged, watching the fight. "Take the Demon Spawn out, Jay! Show no mercy!"

"The kids decided they wanted dinner and well..." Superman trailed off, looking pointedly at Conner.

"Hey! Dick started it."

"It escalated to Damian and Jason versus everyone in elimanation. We failed, now they are fighting to see who the true ninja bread man is." Dick snorted. "Who knew Jay loved bread so much?"

They watched as Jason ran out of ammo, looking around in horror as Damian still had some left. He fell to the ground, dropping his head in his hands, sobbing. Those on the sidelines went to help but M'gann held them back. "Watch."

Damian dropped his ammo and rushed to his brother, fearing the worst, he dropped to his knees besides him. "Jay, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Jason moved lightning fast, scooping gravy off the floor and splashing it on Damian's chest with a grin. "True ninja bread men are always prepared."

Damian let out an overly dramatic gasp holding his chest. "Et tu, brother?" He fell backwards onto the messy floor.

"Shh, close your eyes, tater tot. It was a grand battle. They will write about it for ages." Jason closed Damian's eyes, erupting into giggles. Damian peeked up, smirking. "Oh n-" They fell backwards as Jason got covered in the mess of food, laughing as Damian tickled him. The room broke into applause, the rest joining in on the laughter. "D-dickie help me!"

"Sorry Jay, you got yourself into that one." Jason gasped, glaring playfully. "Okay, but no more hiding for a week."

"One day."

"Deal." Dick helped Jason out of Damian's grasp, the little one breathing hard. He turned to look at the League, raising an eyebrow. "Do you have something to say or can I take my brother home for a bath and bed?"

"I want to play!" Jason pouted, climbing to his shoulders and using the gravy as hair gel as the adults talked.

"We apologize for our earlier assumptions. It was out of line and we have since been enlighten." Martian Manhunter stepped forward.

"Dickie, did you know you can't spell assumptions without ass?" Jason whispered in his ears, making his brother snort.

"How do you know that word? Did Wally teach it?"

"No, my first dad did." Jason shrugged, returning to Dick's hair. "Oh! When I wake up, will dad be at breakfast? I want to show him the picture I drew. Well, Dami helped me but that doesn't count. I did most of it."

"I hope so, Jay." Dick narrowed his eyes at Batman. "I sure hope so."