Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice or anyone in the DC universe. If I did, Jason Todd would be in YJ Invasion and every episode would be Bat-centric.

A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks so much for being patient with me, I've had a lot to do with packing for summer camp and all that other goodness. This first chapter will be set in Season 1, and all the following ones will be set in Season 2. I hope y'all enjoy this!

Dick didn't make it to his bedroom and honestly, he couldn't move if he wanted to.

The young protégé curled up against the wall, drawing his legs up to his chest. He had changed out of his Robin suit, but he hadn't bothered to shower before coming upstairs. His crimson hands shook as tears leaked from his eyes as etched a path through his grime and soot covered face. His shoulders jerked with silent sobs as he rested his forehead against his knees. His trembling fingers numbly searched his pocket for his phone, which he always had on him. Alfred and Bruce were both down in the Cave; they wouldn't be able to hear him no matter how loud he called for them. He hit speed dial and listened to the soft ringing, the tones gentle on his ears that had so recently been ringing with sirens and his sister's screams. After three rings a familiar, warm voice gushed in his ear. "Hey Rob, where are you? Did you forget it was movie night again?"

"Wally." The ebony winced at how hollow his own voice sounded.

The redhead on the other end picked up on it too. "Rob? Are you all right? You sound weird."

"It… I… no, I'm not." Fresh tears started. "Can… can you come by? I'm at the Manor."

"Yeah, of course I can." The acrobat heard movement and Wally making excuses to the others in the background before there was a rushing sound, then zeta-tubes warming up. "Seriously Dickie, is everything okay?"

"P-Please, Walls… I-I can't…"

"Okay Dick, it's okay. I'm on my way, give me five minutes."

The teen nodded even though he knew Wally couldn't see. He hung up and dropped the phone on the smooth hardwood floor. He set his head back back on his knees, drops falling from his eyes and onto his dark blue jeans. He ignored it when his phone buzzed on the floor as it was bombarded with texts from Artemis, Kaldur, Connor, and M'gann, all asking where Wally went in such a hurry and, when he didn't respond, if he was okay. For a while there was no sound except his quite whimpers and the occasional vibrating of the phone. Soon though he heard the dull creak of the oak doors opening as Wally let himself in, then the soft patter of the redhead's feet as he made his way up the stairs. "Dickie-bird?" He called gently.

The speedster heard a soft noise and looked down the hallway to see Dick curled up with his back pressed against the wall, sitting just beyond the light from the full moon streaming in through the window. Wally went to the other side of the hall and sat next to the bird, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Dick?"

Said acrobat didn't speak, but raised his face to see his friend, or his brother more like it. His skin was cold, goosebumps rising at the feel of Wally's warm touch. His face was streaked with dirt and soot, tears mingling in with the rest. The redhead gently wiped away the moisture. "Dickie, what's wrong?" Green eyes flitted around the dark room. Shouldn't his sister be here? "Where's Ti-"

Another whimper at the start of her name cut him off. The younger leaned on the him, sniffling. The ginger didn't say a word, just set a hand on Dick's head and ran his fingers through the raven hair. He was surprised when he heard the other's voice, quite and shaky.

"I- I didn't even t-try, Wally. I just s-sat there and w-watched, didn't even t-try. I-I could have t-taken it, could have t-tried to do s-something, b-but I didn't. I-I just…"

Then Wally noticed the rope burns on the Boy Wonder's wrists, and the blood still dripping off his fingers. He felt moisture beginning in his own eyes, and he hugged his little brother close as the ebony's tears started again, this time his cries coming much louder.

The ginger stroked the other teen's hair. "Ssh Dickie, it's okay. It's okay."

This had been the longest night in Bruce Wayne's life.

The billionaire barely felt it when his faithful butler stuck the needle in his shoulder again, stitching up a slash from a scythe. His son was already upstairs and hopefully in his room, nodding off to sleep, but Bruce knew that wasn't true. Even if the child had drifted off, he had most likely been woken up by now by a nightmare. He wanted to be up there so bad, holding his child, telling him it would be okay. But Alfred had insisted that his own wounds be taken care of before he left the Cave, and nothing would persuade him otherwise.

The Dark Knight tried to keep his gaze off his gloves and pants, but found it impossible. His daughter's blood stained the fabric, barely noticeable on the black of his gloves, but there none the less. Dick had had even more on him, but had changed into clean clothes, though as far as he knew the younger boy hadn't showered. He probably still had blood on him.

Bruce sighed and put his elbows on his knees, resting his chin on his laced fingers. He closed his eyes, his daughter's pleas echoing in his ears and reverberating in his skull.

Daddy, help me!

A clearing of a throat made him open his cobalt eyes again to see Alfred holding out some clean clothes. Bruce took them wordlessly, but shot his butler a silent thank you. The old Englishman smiled in response and set about cleaning up while his charge changed and went up the stairs, avoiding looking at the med-bay.

When he exited the Batcave via grandfather clock he could hear his ward crying, sobs echoing through the vast empty house that had just that morning been filled with the laughter of both his children. He climbed the stairs to the hall that lead to Dick's bedroom, and now that he was closer he could hear words mingled in with the tears- some in Romanian, clearly from his son, and others in English from someone else.

When he reached the hall he saw Dick against the wall, and Wally was next to him. Dick must've called him. The younger was sobbing into the redhead's bright yellow shirt. The older teen held him and rubbed his back, telling him it was okay while tears were leaking from his own green eyes.

Bruce silently walked toward both boys and knelt in front of them, drawing their attention. He wordlessly pulled both into his arms, hugging them to his chest, Dick was crying even more profusely, muttering incoherent words in Romanian. Wally seemed surprised that Bruce was actually hugging him, but leaned into the embrace none the less. She had been a sister to him too, just like Dick was his brother.

The three were just like that when Alfred found them the next morning. Wally stayed at the Manor for about a week, and neither went on missions with either the team or their mentors. It would take a while to heal, but they eventually did, and buried the scars under less painful things, all the while praying that they would remain wounds that were never reopened.

A/N: Hopefully I did a good job with this first chapter, with some brotherly fluff and some Bruce acting like a father to both fluff. Remember this is only the first chapter, so there will be more. It will, however, be a little while because I have summer camp and while I can write, I can't upload, so I'll have another chapter for you when I get back. In the meantime, please, please REVIEW!