There were several things Jason avoided at all costs when he was out on patrol. At the very top of that list was Batman, but right below him was Nightwing, the most annoying big brother in the world. So, when a flash of black and blue appeared on the rooftop across from him, Jason didn't even pause before he turned tail and bolted.

"Hood! Wait!" Dick cried before shouting something else. Jason was too busy booking it across the rooftops as fast as he could. He didn't think he'd done anything lately to warrant a Bat-lecture but they were fully capable of finding reasons no matter what Jason had been up to. Dick's Bat-lectures were particularly horrible too. With Bruce, there was a lot of yelling on both sides. Plenty of anger, sometimes punches thrown. Jason always came away from the confrontations furious, but never feeling the slightest bit guilty for his actions. Dick was way worse. Where Bruce was poorly restrained anger, Dick looked like someone killed his puppy.

"Little Wing, I thought you were doing better."

"Little Wing, how could you do that?"

"Little Wing, we're a family."

Jason inevitably ended up just as angry as he did when dealing with Bruce, but with that anger, there was also the slightest bit of guilt, which ended up making him angrier. Dick didn't get to make Jason feel guilty for his actions. Dick wasn't the one who'd been buried and forgotten about. What did he know about anything?

So Jason ran as soon as he saw him. Of course, no one else in the family could fly quite as fast as Dick, when he wasn't being a flashy show-off about it, at least. So it wasn't long before Dick was leaping at Jason in a flying tackle.

They hit the roof of a high-rise hard, rolling in the gravel.

"What the hell, Dick!" Jason snapped, moving quickly to get the upper hand on his older brother.

"I'm not here to fight," Dick said and punctuated the words by letting Jason pin him with a gun to his neck.

"Then why did you jump me, jackass?" Jason demanded.

"It's Tim."

That was enough to make Jason pause. People didn't typically come to him when looking for other members of their messed up family, particularly if that member was Tim Drake. "The Replacement? What about him?" Jason asked, shoving off of Dick.

"Have you seen him anywhere?" Dick asked desperately as he sat up.

Jason rolled his eyes under his helmet. "No, why would I have seen the Replacement?"

"I know you guys trade info sometimes," Dick pushed.

"So?" Jason demanded defensively. Yeah, he and Tim traded info from time to time, but that was because Tim was the only member of their family who wasn't a total jackass. Well, he was a jackass, but he wasn't as prejudiced as the rest of them and he was practical enough to deal with Jason in order to get what he needed. Jason also suspected Tim preferred to keep his business off the radar of the rest of the family. Jason wasn't really sure what was going on there, but he did know he didn't want to be involved. He had enough of his own family drama. No way was he going to get involved with Dick and Tim's.

"There was a really bad Titans mission last week and he hasn't been back to the Manor or the Cave since," Dick explained.

"So? The Replacement's a big boy. He can take care of himself," Jason replied as he stood and brushed the dust and bits of gravel off his favorite leather jacket. "I'm sure he's fine."

Dick stood and flapped his arms about impatiently. "But he doesn't take care of himself! Not all the time anyway. And especially not when he's like this. He probably hasn't slept in a few days and he'll end up taking on something he can't handle right now, if he hasn't already. No one's heard from him, he's not carrying any of his trackers, and he's not answering his phone. Not even Babs knows where he is!"

"And this is my problem why?" Jason asked, bored.

Dick gave him a dirty look, "Because he's your brother." And now he looked ready to gear up for one of his guilt inducing Bat-lectures. Jason was so not in the mood.

He huffed, "Okay, okay. I've got work to do, but if I see the Replacement, I'll call you, okay?"

"Promise?" Dick demanded.

"What are you, five?"

Dick scowled, "Just do it."

"Fucking—fine! I promise, okay? Now go away. I'm busy," Jason snapped, turning on his heel and leaving. "Stay out of my business, asshole."

Dick let him go without a fight.

An hour and a half later found Jason in a bar staring at the Replacement. Like Jason, he was now in civilian gear and blending in as he chatted with a mobster's son at the bar. The mobster's son that just so happened to be Jason's target.

"You have got to be kidding me," Jason grumbled, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Dick answered at the first ring. "Hey, Big Bird. I found something that belongs to you."

"Tim! Where are you? Where is he? What's he doing?" Dick said, sounding panicked.

"Working my turf," Jason grouched. Then, sensing Dick's impatience, added, "Laney's Bar on Sixth."

"I'm on my way. Don't let him leave," Dick demanded.

Jason sighed, but agreed, "Yeah, yeah." He slipped his phone back in his pocket and turned his attention back to Tim. He was working Franky Sabatino, the witless third son of Johnny Sabatino and an easy mark for intel gathering. He and Tim were arguing at a basketball game on the TV and slapping bills down on the bar. Jason could tell Sabatino was winning because he was grinning and throwing back drinks, all loose, talky and happy. Clearly Tim was playing him, keeping the man drunk and happy, and most importantly, talkative. It was a solid plan on the Replacement's part and Jason almost felt bad he was going to ruin it.

"There you are, little bro," Jason declared, moving up and tossing an arm around Tim's shoulder, jostling him a bit. "Been looking all over for ya. I thought we were meeting up tonight."

If looks could kill, Jason would be dead a thousand times over. He didn't think he'd ever seen Tim so livid, but he didn't really care. Because now that Jason was getting an up close look at Tim, Dick hadn't exactly been wrong. Tim looked like shit. Sure, he looked put together, but in a way any trained Robin undercover could look. Underneath that he was pale, skinny even for him, and the circles under his eyes might as well have been blackholes. Dick was right; Tim didn't need to be out in the field in these conditions. And he certainly didn't need to be out in the field working Jason's target.

"Family, huh? You as bad at placing bets as your brother? Cause in that case come on over and drink with us," Sabatino said with a wide smile and a little bit of a slur.

"Oh no, I'm sure he's busy," Tim said pointedly, taking a sip of his water disguised as vodka.

"Too busy for you, little bro? Never," Jason said cheerily as a plan formed in his mind. If he played this right, he could get Tiny Tim safely off into Dick's hands and still get the info he needed from Franky Sabatino. He was the freaking Red Hood; he could definitely manage this. "Andrew, nice to meet you," Jason grinned, holding a hand out to Sabatino, even as Tim did his absolute best to temporarily cripple Jason by jamming his heel down on Jason's instep. Unluckily for Tim, Jason was wearing extremely sturdy combat boots.

"Franky Sabatino," the man said proudly, slipping a little as he leaned over to shake Jason's hand. "You like basketball, Andrew?"

"It ain't hockey, but it'll do," Jason replied.

"Hockey fan?" Sabatino asked, looking delighted. "I play in a league. Rightwing."

"No way," Jason said, moving his leg away quickly as Tim aimed a shot at his knee. "I play center! Let me buy you a drink."

"Yeah, man," Sabatino said, clapping him on the shoulder. "I'm gonna hit the head first."

Tim was on him as soon as Sabatino was gone. "What the hell are you doing!" he snapped, shoving at Jason, and he really must not have slept in a while, because it felt like being shoved by a kindergartener. "Sabatino is my target."

"Yeah, no," Jason replied easily, waving the bartender over. "I've been after dear ole Franky's older brother Antonio for a couple of weeks, but Antonio is a much more reclusive bird than his bar hopping little brother. So no, Replacement, Franky is my target." He turned his attention to the bartender and waved at Tim and Sabatino's drinks before handing him a ten.

"Go away," Tim snapped. He didn't notice when Jason dumped the sedative in his water. Jason grinned as he took a sip, swallowed, then spluttered and coughed. He'd tasted the sedative, but too late.

"If I do that, who's gonna get you out of here?" Jason asked with a grin.

"You asshole!" Tim snarled, grabbing Jason's jacket drunkenly. He listed heavily against Jason but continued to snarl angrily. "I'm going to cut off your fingers and use them to gauge out your eyes!"

Jason blinked, "Wow, that's a little disturbing, Replacement. I think you've been hanging out with the demon spawn too much."

Tim growled. Or, at least Jason thought it was supposed to be a growl. But since Tim wasn't even standing up under his own power anymore, it came out more as a disgruntled, half strangled cat noise.

"Yeah, you tell me, killer," Jason smirked, hoisting one of Tim's arms over his shoulders, pulling him up from his seat at the bar, just in time for Sabatino's return.

"You guys goin' somewhere?" Sabatino frowned.

Jason gave an easy grin and jostled the barely awake Tim a bit, "Yeah. Kid can't seem to hold his liquor. Figured I'd get him home before he gets himself into trouble. But maybe you and I can talk hockey sometime."

"Yeah, man," Franky said enthusiastically. "You know, our center is having to miss our next game for a work thing. We were gonna cancel, but if you're any good maybe you can fill in. Brother of Joe's, a friend of mine, you know?"

Jason grinned and ruffled Tim's drooping head. "And a friend of my dear little brother Joey is a friend of mine. I'd be happy to fill in. When's the game?"

"Saturday afternoon. We've got practice tomorrow night though. Give me your number and I'll text you the details in the morning."

Jason grinned, gave him the number of one of his burners, and dragged Tim out the door. "Thanks for laying the groundwork for me, kid."

Tim snored against his shoulder.

A shiny black car pulled up to the curb and Dick jumped out immediately and cried, "Tim! What's wrong with him?"

"Relax, Goldilocks; he's sleeping."

"Sleeping?" Dick asked, taking him from Jason. "Tim doesn't sleep. How is he sleeping?"

"I may have drugged him," Jason revealed, then added when Dick's frown deepened, "It was necessary, okay? You said to keep him here. He's a stubborn little shit, so I dosed his drink. At least this way he's getting some sleep, right? And come on, wasn't that exactly what you were going to do anyway? Make some of Alfred's special laced tea?" Jason asked, opening the back door of the car for Dick, who now had his hands full with a very unconscious Tim.

"Okay, fine." Dick allowed, maneuvering Tim into the backseat. "He's probably going to kill you though."

"Nah, he's just going to chop off my fingers and use them to gauge out my eyes."

Dick snorted. "Really?"

"Baby bird is pretty mad."

"Thanks for this, Jason. I owe you one."

"I'll collect, Pretty Bird, don't think I won't," Jason said, pointing a finger in his face. "So remember this the next time you get mad at me for shooting someone in the face.

Dick scowled a little, but Jason didn't mind. All in all, the evening had been fairly productive.

The next afternoon, Tim was the one who answered Dick's door. He was still a bit pale, but he looked world's better than he had the night before.

"Afternoon, baby bird. Is your daddy home?" Jason asked, smirking wide.

"I'm going to kill you," Tim immediately swore, even as he moved aside and let Jason into Dick's apartment. It was enough to tell Jason that he still wasn't feeling up to par, because in his right mind Tim would have slammed the door in Jason's face.

"I come bearing apology pot roast," Jason said, moving straight to the kitchen to put the dish in Dick's oven. The thing had probably never been used before. "I'm sure the only thing Dick's been feeding you is cereal. That shit gets old fast."

"What are you doing here, Jason?" Tim snapped, arms crossed.

"Apology pot roast, like I said," Jason said, rolling his eyes a little. "Although, I gotta say I'm surprised to find you here, baby bird. I thought you would have flown the nest as soon as the sedative wore off."

Tim's scowl turned into something a little more sullen and Jason grinned. "Big bird blackmail you or something?" Tim scowled again and Jason snorted. "He did, didn't he? Oh, that's great. He must have something really good on you, huh, baby bird?"

"Shut up," Tim growled. "This is all your fault. Dick took every damn laptop and cell phone out of the apartment. And he's got Barbara watching the place."

Jason cackled a little. "Sucks to be you, Replacement."

Tim glared. "What do you want?"

"I need to know the name you gave our good friend Franky Sabatino. We're playing hockey today and I have no idea what my last name is supposed to be."

"No."

Jason sighed shortly, "Look, he was my target first. I was busy doing intel and recon while you were off in California playing baby Justice Leaguers with your sidekick friends."

"You have no idea what I was doing in California," Tim snapped. The Titans mission was a touchy subject then. Jason didn't really care.

"I know you weren't researching the rising Sabatino drug trade. I was here first, Timmy, so back off. It's not like Dick's going to let you out of the nest in time to do anything anyway, with whatever deal you made with him."

Tim was getting angrier and Jason could practically see him digging in his heels. Which was bad, because if the Bats were good at anything, it was being stubborn uncooperative assholes. The reasoning didn't matter, Tim was absolutely capable of being petty if he felt like it. Which meant if he was pissed enough, Jason wouldn't be getting a last name or anything else from Tim. Except possibly a broken nose.

Jason abruptly switched tactics and pulled one of his cellphones out of his pocket. He set it out on the counter between them. "I'll make you a deal."

Tim's fury ebbed quickly as he considered the cellphone, an intrigued look on his face.

"Dick's gonna make you stay and sleep at least six hours a night and eat at least three times a day, but this phone's got data so you could at least do research, right?"

"And you'll just give it to me," Tim said suspiciously.

"You give up the case, tell me the background you gave Franky Sabatino, then yes. Phone is all yours and you can make use of this forced sabbatical. I won't tell a soul."

"Deal," Tim said, grabbing the phone. "Last name Martin. Mother's Italian, father's not. Maiden name Bianchi. Family is from Florence. Dad was a bum, we got into petty crime early. I told him we've been boosting cars. I've got an informant who runs a chop shop in Robbinsville. He's vouching for me. I'll give him a call, let him know to vouch for an Andrew Martin too."

"Nice, baby bird," Jason said, impressed, despite herself. "Pleasure doing business with you. Make sure you actually eat that pot roast. It's Alfred's recipe."

Tim looked at the oven with renewed interest as Jason headed to the door. "Oh, and if Dick catches you with the phone, you got it from the demon spawn."

"Naturally," Tim called just before Jason slipped out of the apartment.