Blair's POV                                    
"What were you doing?" Damian demanded to know, once again. 

"None of your concern." That's right Blake, play it cool. 

"Everything that goes around here is my concern. Tell me, now."

"I do not have to answer to you." I turn around. There is nothing Damian can do.

"You do have to answer to my Grandfather."

"You're not a snitch."

"I will take necessary precautions when there is deception among my grandfather's ranks."

I take a long exhale. Here goes everything. 

Pixie's POV                                                I swear if Jason doesn't pick up in the next three seconds, I'll scream.

"What is it, Blondie?"

"IknowwhatthescarsmeanandI'mstillannoyedyoulockedmeoutofthecomputer."

"Locking you out of the computer was for your own good and I'm not surprised if you figured out what the scars meant."

"They are some kind of cult thing. A symbol to show...something. That's what I know for sure. Since you didn't want me to know, I assume they have to do with...with the league." Memories of Damian telling me about his childhood come flooding back full force. He always softened the stories a little, I know that. He never wanted me to 'pity him.' We came to a silent agreement that he never needed to go into the horrifying details of his past if I didn't ask for them. 

"Pixie, listen to me. I didn't take this case away from you because I thought you were incapable of solving it. I just know how much this would hurt you. I didn't think you needed your heart ripped open again when you've tried so hard to bandage it up." 

It takes me a second to decide how to respond to that. He was trying to do what was best for me. "Thanks, Jason."

"Anytime, Blondie. I'll make sure your access is reinstated. I also will trust you to stay away from this shit."

"Fine."

"Good, now get some sleep," I practically can hear Jason's smile at him 'winning.' I turn off my computer and try to get comfortable in my bed. I do have to get ready for school in less than two hours.

 Damian's POV
Blair informs me of the 'Jason Todd' she was contacting. I have vague and blurry memories of him. The Lazarus induced rage faded very quickly, but my memories have not been returning to me at the speed they should.

"If he is an ally, why did you feel the need to attempt to hide your talk with him?"

"Because he is our ally, not the League's ally." 

"My allegiance lies with the league and only the league-"

"No, it doesn't! You are Robin, the boy wonder. You run around Gotham city with your brothers and practically sisters, fighting crime. You act like an asshole 99% of the time, but you actually really care about people."

A deep sadness washed over her features, "know I'm horrible like that too. I treat everyone I care about like shit, but I see hope in you. You might have come from this hellish place, where you were abused and scarred, but they never completely broke you. You can be better than me, Damian but not if you let yourself be controlled." Blake's eyes fill with tears, she looks as if she was about to start sobbing. She wipes the tears from her eyes and stares into the deepest part of my being. She says nothing more and turns from me, her expression once again cold and unreadable. She departs quickly.

The state of deja vu that I am in is nauseating. I feel as if I have been exactly in this same spot before. I have had to choose between parents in the past. Neither are terrible but both are extream. My mother follows my Grandfather's ideas that cleansing this world of people and starting a new is righteous. My father believes that we must take criminals off the street and throw them is a cell, no matter how severe their crimes were. (My father's 'quest for justice' is one of the only things I vividly from my time as Robin remember.)

It seems that I will have to make a choice on where my loyalties truly lie. I fear that no matter the choice I make, it will be incorrect and I will end up destroying myself in the process.