A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first time writing Damian, so he might be slightly ooc at first. Anyway, this series of short stories between Dick and Damian will be written throughout this whole lovely month of November. I hope you enjoy it!

"Be careful, Damian," Dick said. "It's important that we stop this drug bust tonight, alright? That means-"

"Not straying from your orders, yes, I know Grayson. No need to speak to me as though I am an infant."

Dick ruffled Damian's hair, much to the younger boy's annoyance. "Good. Now, some of these guys may be amateurs, but don't underestimate them, okay? Now, let's go!"

The two of them got into the Batmobile and set off, heading for the docks, where the bust was supposed to happen. Once there, Dick as Batman and Damian as Robin got into their positions, careful not to be seen. They were currently in an alley, and were positioned in a way that they could easily see the drug dealers when they came over here.

The drugs that were going to be dealt were specifically targeting teenagers, and Dick knew that if citizens of Gotham got ahold of them, it would only bring havoc.

Dick/Batman glanced at the opening of the alley as three vehicles pulled up. He then turned to Damian, who withdrew his katana. "Wait for my signal, then try to take them by surprise," Dick said through his communicator. Damian merely nodded in reply. He waited patiently for the dealers to get out of their cars.

Damian still wasn't used to working with Dick, though it had been over a month since Bruce had...Gone… He didn't like working with Dick much. He thought he was better than Dick; that he deserved to be the Batman. HE was the blood son, not that good-for-nothing, smiling idiot that was now apparently his guardian. But for now… He needed to accept that Dick was his new partner, no matter how much it pained him. This drug case was Damian's best opportunity to show Dick that he was more skilled than he thought. He would prove himself to be worthy to take up the Batman mantle, instead of that imposter, Grayson. Tonight. Tonight he would show Grayson that he was better than him.

As Damian waited for Dick to give the signal, he held his katana in hand and prepared to attack. Damian turned around for a moment and froze in place. There was a man holding a gun and pointing it at his head. Under his breath, Damian uttered a curse that no ordinary 10 year old kid should know. Then again, he wasn't just some stupid ordinary kid. He was the son of Batman.

He took a deep breath and kicked the gangster in the stomach. The man fell down on the ground, but as he fell, he pressed the trigger of the gun, and suddenly a bullet was lodged in Damian's left arm.

Damian couldn't help but wince as the bullet hit him, but more than anything, it only made him angry. He jumped down from his perch, ignoring the sharp pain from his shoulder. He finished the gangster off, then looked at his arm, which had a trail of blood trickling down from it. 'Ouch.'

As the other gangsters heard the gunshot, they got out of the vehicles and ran to the source of it.

Dick was about to give the signal to Damian, when he saw a man come up to him. He was about to warn him, but it was already too late. "Robin, wa-"

He watched as Damian kicked the gangster in the stomach, but then his eyes widened as Damian got shot in his left shoulder.

"Robin! Are you alright?" Dick asked, trying to hide the concern in his voice. He knew that the kid had gotten worse injuries before, but he was still worried for him. If nothing else, it would hinder his fighting abilities, which was obviously not good.

"Ah great," he muttered as he turned back to the cars as the other gangsters got out and ran towards them, guns in their hands. Dick didn't wait for Damian's reply, before jumping off of the roof he was perched on. He met the other gangsters and began taking them out. He had to deal with them before tending to Damian.

Despite Damian's injury, Dick saw him putting up a pretty good fight. A part of him was...proud...for the kid (even if he did occasionally act like a little demon).

Dick went over by Damian to where the rest of the drug dealers were. He punched several of them hard in the jaw, knocking them out, then watched, as Damian took out the last guy. He scanned around him to make sure all the gangsters were taken out, then proceeded to the cars.

He paused, before checking in the cars, then turned to Damian. Beneath the cowl, he frowned slightly as he saw the state of his partner.

Damian's face was very pale, and a large puddle of blood was underneath him, and there was even more blood all over the place. Fighting the gangsters had definitely NOT helped to stop his blood flow. Still, there shouldn't be so much blood…

Dick grimaced when he looked down and saw blood flowing freely from Damian's left thigh. His eyes then widened as he realized a second bullet most likely hit Damian's femoral artery, which would explain why there was so much blood. Right now, Robin looked as though he was about to pass out, which was NOT good. If they waited any longer, he would bleed out to death.

Without a second thought, Dick went through his utility belt and hastily bandaged Damian's wounds the best he could at the moment. "Come on Robin, get in the Batmobile. We need to get you to the medbay pronto." His tone was calm, but he was most definitely not.

Damian scowled. "Tt. I-I am perfectly fine, Grayson. I see no reason to rush to the medical bay." Yep. He was definitely out of it if he used real names on the field. Nevertheless, he took a step forward and proceeded to collapse.

"Robin!" Dick yelled. He rushed over and as quickly as possible, dragged the ex assassin to the Batmobile, before calling Alfred and telling him to get Leslie and prepare the medbay.