Hello everyone! I hope that you enjoy this chapter. There will be a special appearance of a JL member. On with chapter eight!

Jason's POV

I walk to the kitchen groggily. I look at Alfred and he hands me a mug. I sip from it and sigh as the bitter coffee slips down my throat. "Should you really be drinking coffee?" Bruce asks while sipping what looks like a protein shake. I look over at him, not noticing him standing there before. "I drink whatever the hell I want, old man," I reply with a scoff.

Tim enters the kitchen with a smile, "You should think before you speak, Jay. That didn't sound right..." I glare at him and go over to strangle him.

Before I could the Golden Boy blocks me, "Calm down Jay-bird. Let's try not to kill anyone today. Especially your younger brother." I roll my eyes and return to sipping my coffee. Alfred continues to make breakfast, he isn't fazed by the conversation that is occurring between us. Bruce is trying to ignore the interaction between us and focus on drinking his protein shake. Dick opens the cabinet and grabs plates. He moves them closer to Alfred, so he can serve up the pancake. Tim opens the fridge and grabs maple syrup and butter. Alfred begins stacking pancakes onto the plates. He places a plate in front of Bruce and another in front of me. He hands each of us forks and begins to clean up the kitchen. Tim places the butter and maple syrup on the counter. Dick grabs two plates of pancakes. He hands one to Tim and keeps the other for himself. "Thank you Alfred," Bruce says while spreading butter onto his pancakes. Dick and Tim echo Bruce's words. I on the other hand only grunt to show Alfred my appreciation for breakfast. I reach for the maple syrup and dump it onto my pancakes. I cut up the slices and shove the food down my mouth. Tim looks at me as I eat and rolls his eyes. I glare at him, "You got a problem with me, replacement? If you do, say it to my face."

"Yeah, actually. Do you think you could eat a bit more civilized? It's like your some sort of barbarian," Tim replies.

I drop my fork and approach him, "I'll show you barbaric you little sh-"

"Okay! That's enough. Stop it! Watch your tongue, Jason. And Tim, don't criticize the way people eat. It may not be to your liking and it may rude to eat in that manner, but it's the way he eats. You have to let it be," Dick says standing between us. Bruce doesn't look up from his meal and continues to eat. Alfred ignores us as well and leaves the kitchen as if nothing is wrong. I look at Tim one last time before turning around and going back to eating my pancakes. Tim does the same. Dick sighs, "Jay. Pass the syrup please." I throw the bottle to Dick without looking up from my plate. Dick catches it and uncaps the bottle. He pours it onto his pancakes and begins to eat. We all sit there eating for a few more minutes. The only sound that could be heard is the sound of forks hitting the plates or of us chewing. Dick is the one to break the silence, "So, the League contacted me earlier this morning. They have a suggestion on how to recover Bruce's memories."

"What would that be?" Bruce asks listening intently.

Dick looks at Bruce, "They were thinking of sending Martian Manhunter over. Let him do some digging in your brain. See if he can recover anything."

"Who is Martian Manhunter?" Bruce asks confusion filling his tone.

Tim pipes up, "He's an alien from Mars. He can read minds, so he will be able to enter your head and find out why you can't remember certain things."

"We're actually going to allow the Martian to search the old man's head?" I ask finishing up my pancakes.

Bruce looks at us, "I am willing to give it a try."

"Alright than. I guess I'll go contact the League and tell them to send Martian Manhunter over," Dick says while heading out of the kitchen.

After a few hours, Martian Manhunter arrives in the Batcave. Bruce is sitting in a seat waiting for the Martian to enter his brain. "Hello Bruce. I will enter your mind and search for any pieces of your lost memories. It is crucial that you relax and allow me to explore your mind freely," Manhunter explains as he comes over to Bruce. I lean against a table and observe what is happening. Dick and Tim stand beside me. Bruce nods his head at the Martian. Soon enough the process begins and Martian Manhunter is searching Bruce's mind. I walk over to the two of them and wave my hand in front of their faces. I smirk, "What do you think is going on in there?"

Dick sighs, "Jason. Stop acting like you're two. Let Manhunter do his work."

"Doesn't the fact that his name is Manhunter, alarm you at all? He's a Martian that hunts man..." I say. Tim looks at Bruce with wide eyes and then looks at Dick. Dick shakes his head gently at Tim. "Think about it, replacement. We have no idea what this green dude could be doing to the old-man's mind," I speak in a fake worried voice. Dick walks over to me and slaps me on the arm. He pulls me away from Bruce and Martian Manhunter. "Ignore him, Tim. He's being stupid and just trying to freak you out. Manhunter is a member of the JL. He would never hurt Dad..." Dick says in a consoling voice. I roll my eyes and lean on the table. We stand there staring at the two for a few more minutes. Suddenly, the two of them wake from their trance. Bruce groans as he massages his head, "I don't remember anything. Did it not work?"

Martian Manhunter massages his temple and approaches Dick with a sigh, "There were barriers within his mind. I don't think he created them himself. It is almost as if, his own subconscious built up these defenses. I tried to break them, but I was unable to. I am sorry."

I scoff, "Well, this was a total waste of our time." Dick slaps me again. "Thank you for trying Martian Manhunter. Do you have any suggestions as to how we may be able to recover some more memories?" Tim walks over to Bruce to make sure he is alright. Bruce nods his head at Tim, who stands next to his adoptive father. "Has he been recovering any memories? If he has, how?" Manhunter asks.

I speak up, "We've been just talking to him and bringing up old memories."

"Continue to do this. Try to jog his memories. It may bring back something," Manhunter replies, "I have to return to the Watchtower. If you have any problems or news regarding Bruce's memories do not hesitate to call."

"Thank you Martian Manhunter," Tim says. The Martian nods his head before making his way to the Zeta Tubes, and leaving the Batcave. "Well? What do we do now?" I ask.

"We follow Manhunter's advice. Let's go up to the study and try to get Dad to remember some stuff," Dick says. Tim nods and begins to make his way upstairs. Dick follows behind him. Bruce sits there and glances at me. I look at him and smirk, "What's wrong with your legs old-man? Can't get up? Do you need some assistance?" Bruce looks at me like I've lost my mind before he gets up and heads upstairs. I sigh and follow the rest of them up to the study.

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