Jason groaned as he was woken up by the loud voices demanding his attention. He burrowed deeper into the warmth of his soft pillows and fluffy blankets.

Wait.

Pillows?!

His head shoot up, taking in the unfamiliar room he was sleeping in.

It was obviously a bedroom. The bed was pushed against the far wall, opposite to the open window from where the sunlight was streaming in. There was a wardrobe, half-open, with clothes falling out of it. A desk with a mess of a papers, that looked like case files. A few shelves with personal items, some books and pictures. There was laundry strewn across the floor and, Jason squinted, yep, Nightwing's costume tossed carelessly in the corner so it was mostly out of sight.

Shit! How he did end up in Dick's apartment in Blüdhaven?!

"Grayson!" one of the voices that caused him to wake up in this nightmare shouted.

Jason didn't know the voice, but he certainly knew the face. Talia provided him with photos of the Batfamily, especially the now Red Robin. His Replacement. Tim Drake.

The teenager was glaring at him with his blue eyes and crossed arms. Next to him stood a kid, with tanned skin and calculating blue eyes. The current Robin. This, Jason knew, but nothing besides that. Talia was curiously quiet about this kid.

They both were wearing pajamas and looked extremely annoyed.

"Grayson," Drake repeated, looking at Jason for some reason. "I demand you fix this!"

"Huh?" Jason asked eloquently.

"Are you alright?" the kid sounded concerned, eyeing him critically.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Jason managed. That was not his voice. Fuck. "Just a rough night. What's going on?"

The kid sighed and let himself fall down on the bed beside Jason. What the fucking hell?! Jason eyed him as if he was a snake poised to strike at a moment's notice.

"We switched bodies," the kid explained, muffled by the covers. "And as you can see, Damian is not taking it very well. Neither do I, honestly. So please, Dick, help."

Oh. Oh. That meant Jason was in Dick's body and Dick was... Shit! Shit shit shit. Maybe if he acted fast, he could somehow rescue his carefully made plans. Yeah, who he was trying to kid? The second Dick realized that Jason was alive, he would tattle about it to Bruce and Jason will have a Bat breathing down his neck in no time. Actually, he probably should start running already. He had to get rid of the brats first though, without raising anymore suspicions than he already had so far. What would Dick do? Besides, fuck, cuddling them to death and, ugh, calling them some cute names like 'Little Wing'.

Jason's chest constricted at the thought of Dick calling somebody else that. Of him giving his name to another person, like Bruce did with Robin. It was weird, that tight feeling, and anger and jealousy rearing their heads with it. He didn't even like that name, so why did he care if Dick wanted to call somebody else by it?

"And you came all the way to Blüdhaven for that?" Jason sighed, shaking his head, doing his best to sound fond and exasperated. "Aren't there easier ways? Like," Jason paused dramatically, the brats hanging onto his every word, "telling Bruce?"

Drake, no, Damian apparently, scowled harder at him. Tim buried his face in the pillow with a groan.

"We weren't supposed to patrol yesterday," Damian mumbled, suddenly looking at the floor.

"Though luck," Jason smirked, getting up and stretching. Dick's body was strong and nimble, not like his own heavy with muscles. "I need to get to work," his research confirmed that Dick still was a police officer so he had an excellent excuse. "So you have to go back to Gotham, tell Bruce and face the consequences of your actions, little birds."

The brats whined and complained, but finally Jason was able to kick them out.

He stood in the middle of the room, just breathing for a minute. And then a phone rang.

With dread he dragged himself to the bedside table and took the cell. As he suspected, the call was from a blocked number. He sighed and pressed the green button. Lifted the phone to his ear. Said nothing.

The other end of the line was silent as well. The sound of their breathing, barely heard through the connection was the only noise between them for a minute. Then.

"Jason," in a broken voice. Jason's own voice. Jason didn't even thought he could sound like that.