No hologram. It was flesh and blood. He was alive and standing in front of me. He was alive. He was alive. My mind was running in circles.

"Hey there Dickie-bird." He grinned, "Strange world isn't it?"

The armada stormed in the Hall of Justice. I stood in front. Alone. He led them here. He betrayed us. He was alive.

"Truth is I'm tired of living in the shadows. Still, you and Bruce seemed to have gotten alone fine while you thought I was dead." He stood over me, knocking me to my knees. I didn't fight it. "You went back to your little mini-Justice League, it was like I never existed in the first place."

"Jason..I" He slapped me and knelt down to my level.

"Don't say a word Grayson." He gestured to the Hall. "I could kill all of those people. Beast Boy? Blue Beetle? Impulse? M'gann? Superboy? Tim!"

He spit the word out with anger. The spectators crowded around the Hall. We were exposed. Open to attack with the Justice League at the Watchtower. Jason took the opportunity to strike, right where it hurt.

"That's right. I know everything. And it's funny, you thought that you could trick the Light with Kaldur. How stupid did you think we were?" I looked up, he was working with them. He betrayed everyone. Me. He betrayed me, after everything.

"I could kill you like they want." He knelt to my bowed head, drifting his lips past my ear. "But I don't think I will. No, Dick, you are mine."