I kind of forgot this book existed tbh..... ugh... I guess here's an update... *sigh* I can just feel the plot holes.

"Listen, Golden Boy, I don't need anyone telling me what to do! That's exactly why I didn't want to come back in the first place!"

Dick rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed,"Is it my fault that I just want to find Tim? You should care just as much as I do about finding him. You're the reason he ran off!"

"We barley know the kid! So what? He'll be fine! He was trained to be fine."

"You're impossible, you know that? Is the only person you care about yourself?"

"You try dying and see how that affects you."

"Here we go again,"Dick threw his hands up I the air,"I died so I get special privileges. Life sucks, okay, things happen, get over yourself."

This seemed to set something off in Jason,"You know what? Screw this! Fuck you! I was much better off before I decided to come back over here. I can't even believe that I considered staying."

"Where would you possibly go?" Dicks harsh tone lessened.

"What does it matter to you? I could end up beaten and bloody in an alley way, and you wouldn't give a shit. Stop acting as if you care."

"That's not true."

"You're right. You would care because then you'd have to take care of another funeral." That seemed to hurt the both of them.

The older of the two sighed,"Jason.... Stop. Don't go. As much as I don't want to admit it, I need you. I can't do this on my own. I can't be Batman, I can't run Wayne Enterprises, and I can't find Tim. Hell, I can't even find Bruce's murderer! I need help, and you're the best person for that job.

"Say what you want, but this isn't going to work out. We just can't work together."

"Then we'll learn to compromise. I'll put my issues aside and hopefully you'll do the same. If we plan to find Tim, it's going to take the both of us. He knows what he's doing yes, but he's not in the right state of mind right now. Truly, none of us are."

Jason chuckled,"Hm, the kid is going crazy before I am and I kill people."

Dick froze,"What....?"

Jason winced as he realized his mistake,"Forget I said anything."

"Jason," His voice was shaky,"What the hell do you mean by you kill people? What have you done?"

Jason lowered his head,"Look, Lazarus, the thing that brought me back, it did stuff to me. I shouldn't blame it entirely for everything that I've done, but it's contributed in its own ways."

Dicks trust in the younger boy began to falter.

"When I was revived, I was furious that Bruce hadn't killed the Joker. Bruce hadn't cared enough to avenge my death. He couldn't kill a man who has done nothing but bring pain and anguish to others. All he did was throw that stupid clown in prison! So he could just escape, over and over again. I decided to show Bruce a lesson. I kill some criminals, clean up Gotham, prove him and his no killing rule wrong. Even made a name for myself: Red Hood. But then Bruce was killed..... and well, it's all kind of pointless now."

Dick remained quiet.

"Let me guess, you're just going to kick me out now. Claim I'm a psychopath, maybe even throw me in Arkham. Say that I'm no better than the Joker, right?"

Dick took a moment to respond,"I said that we are going to put all of our issue behind us and I meant it. We can discuss what you did later, but we need to be able agree or at least tolerate each other if this is going to work out."

Jason chuckled slightly,"Huh, guess you're not as goody-goody as I previously thought, Golden Boy."

"Stop calling me that." Dick groaned.

"Nah, I like it!"

Dick shook his head,"So, deal or no deal? Are you going to stay to help me find the bastard that killed Bruce and to help me track down Tim? Or are you going to run back to being Red Hood?"

Jason pondered over his next words.

"Well....?" Dick awaited an answer.

"Let's go find Timmy."