A/N: I don't own anything. Posting this because I've been wanting to and I'm not done with the third chapter of 'Young Babies' but I will post it tomorrow.
Little Brother
Dick's P.O.V.
I had just gotten to the mountain and I was going to spend the next week here since the next couple weeks were going to be full of charity events and balls. Wally and Uncle Barry were going to come, but it was only going to make it about fifty percent better, the other fifty percent, was having to spend hours wearing a stuffy tuxedo in a stuffy ballroom with snotty people. Yeah, the next couple weeks were not going to be asterous.
"Hey guys," I said as I walked into the living room.
Everybody replied back, except for Wally and Artemis, who were in a heated argument about… tuxedoes and dresses? Wally probably let something slip about the parties.
"What are they arguing about?" I asked as I sat next to Zatanna on the couch, who was reading a spell book.
"Artemis asked Wally if he was going to be able to come here for the special team bonding exercises that Batman set up for the next couple of weeks and he said no, so she asked why and he said something about wearing an uncomfortable tux. Then she said that dresses are more uncomfortable than tuxes and this argument started," Zatanna explained.
All of a sudden, the computer announced,
"Letter to Robin."
Everybody walked to the zeta tubes and I saw a white envelope on the ground. I picked it up.
"It says, 'To Robin, nobody else reads on Batman's orders'," I read off the envelope.
I opened up the envelope, and pulled out a piece of paper, walking back to the living room. The others followed a couple feet behind me so they wouldn't see the letter. The letter had been sent from Damian. In green crayon, it said, 'Dear Grayson, are you coming home soon? Yours, Damian W.'I folded the paper back up and stuck it into the envelope, setting it onto the coffee table.
"What was that about Robin?" M'gann asked.
"Oh, nothing M'gann. Just a letter from home," I said.
Damian was probably feeling lonely since Bruce was in a business meeting in California and Tim and Jason were at hockey practice. Alfred was there, but he probably didn't want to help clean. The team and I were bored so we decided to play some games. First, we played Monopoly and I ended up winning, living with a billionaire playboy, you learn how to manage money. Second, we played Hullaballoo and we eventually got bored, Roy being the first. Third, we played Clue and I knew who was in the envelope before we even started. Fourth, we played Twister where I did disgusting acrobatic poses, making almost everyone almost throw up. The grossest one was where I did a hand stand and the splits at the same time, touching the two colors I needed, which were on opposite sides of the mat. Wally threw up his banana that he had eaten before the game. Then, another letter arrived.
"Another one?" Wally asked.
I nodded and picked it up. I opened it, pulled out the paper, unfolded it, and read it. It said, in red crayon, 'Dear Grayson, please come home. Love, Damian.' And underneath the 'Dear Grayson' part, was 'I miss you' scribbled out.
I decided I would visit Damian in a couple hours and spend some time with him. I looked at the time and saw it was two o'clock. I would visit him at four.
"I have to leave in a couple hours," I said, setting the envelope on top of the other one.
"Is that what the letter was about?" M'gann asked.
"Something like that," I said," So, what should we do now?"
"Hey Rob, there's this thing I want to show you in my room," Wally said and I followed him.
We walked into his room and he shut the door. His room was painted red and yellow, his bed spread was yellow with his symbol on it, he had a desk in the corner, and a closet on the opposite wall of his bed. It was also very dirty in here so that I could barely walk without stepping on something.
"Dude, we need to talk," Wally said.
"About what? The letters?" I asked as moved some things off his bed so I could sit down.
"Yes. Who's been sending them to you?" Wally asked as he sat next to me.
"Damian. He's bored since Bruce is in California and Tim and Jason are at hockey practice. I know he doesn't want to help Alfred clean," I explained.
"What did the letters say," Wally asked.
"The first one asked if I was coming home soon, and and the second asked if I could come home and the words 'I miss you' were scribbled out," I said.
"Dude, he misses you," Wally said," Why don't you go see him?"
"That's why I was leaving at four," I said.
"Are you sure he's going to be okay?" Wally asked, concerned.
"I'm sure he'll be fine until then," I pulled Wally off the bed," Now come on, they're probably wondering where we are."
We left to the living room, where we found the rest of the team watching a documentary on tigers. We watched that until three and then we switched it to the food channel.
"Letter to Robin," the computer announced for the third time that day.
I grabbed the letter, opened it, and began to read. It read, 'Alfred said I should draw you something, so I have. It is myself, and a cat. Yours, Damian. P.S. (These are –rain drops-!) The word 'love' was scribbled out before 'yours', there was a picture of Damian in his Red Wing costume (1) with a small black cat next to him. I looked at the smudges and instantly knew that those weren't rain drops, they were tear drops! I quickly refolded the letter, stuffed it into the back pocket of my black skinny jeans, and input coordinates to the Batcave.
"Robin, where are you going?" Zatanna asked as the team walked into the room.
"Emergency," was all I said and went through the zeta tube.
I took the stairs out of the Batcave, since they were a lot faster, and raced up to Damian's room. The door was locked and I heard faint crying inside. I reached up and managed to grab the key which was on top of the door frame, then I unlocked the door. I rushed inside to find Damian curled up underneath his blanket, crying.
"Damian?" I sat next to his shaking form on the bed.
At a speed that would make the Flash jealous, Damian came out and launched himself into my chest, nearly knocking me off the bed. I immediately encircled my arms around him, rubbing small circles into his back.
"Sh, Dami, sh, "I cooed.
His crying turned into small hiccups a few minutes later.
"Why were you crying Dami?" I asked him, gently moving him so we could see each other's eyes.
"Everybody was gone and Alfred was busy, so I felt lonely," Damian explained.
I instantly felt bad for leaving him here when I could've brought him to the mountain.
"How about we play some basketball?" I asked.
"Can we have a nap first?" Damian yawned.
"Sure, just let me call the team, okay?" he nodded.
I pulled out my cellphone and chose Wally's number on speed dial. I waited a few seconds and then he picked up.
"Rob?Whathappened?" Wally asked in speed talk.
"Calm down Wally. Something came up at home, so I won't be at the mountain for a couple days," I explained.
"What happened?" Wally asked, again.
I could tell he wanted details on Damian.
"Family member needed me," was all I said and hung up, placing my phone on the bedside table.
I looked down at the little bundle in my arms and noticed he was asleep. My phone beeped and I grabbed it to check who had sent me a message. Wally had sent me a song. It was the song 'Little Brother' from Phineas and Ferb. I chuckled and set my phone back down, deciding that I would listen to it later. I tucked me and Dami in and fell asleep.
Third Person's P.O.V.
Bruce was returning home, picking up Jason and Tim along the way. He knew Dick was at the mountain, so it was just going to be him, Tim, Jason, Alfred, and Damian. Speaking of Damian, Bruce wondered how he did with just him and Alfred at the mansion. He parked his car, and Tim and Jason raced into the mansion, but Alfred was telling them to be quiet. Bruce was wondering why and went to ask the old butler.
"Why'd you tell them to quit yelling?" Bruce asked.
Master Dick and Master Damian are asleep in Master Damian's bedroom" Alfred explained and went back to preparing dinner.
Bruce went up the stairs with Tim and Jason secretly following him with a camera. Bruce opened the door to see Dick holding Damian in his arms protectively. Jason quickly came up and snapped a picture.
"Make sure you email me that photo," Bruce said and Jason nodded, sneaking off.
They really are brothers, Bruce thought and headed downstairs.