Damian woke with a start panting heavily he didn't remember what he had dreamed about but his heart was racing and he was drenched in sweat, literally soaked, he looked down to see a huge puddle surely he couldn't have sweat that much he thought. It was then he realized it was not in fact sweat he was sitting in a puddle of urine. Damian Wayne the 12 year old assassin trained vigilante son of the bat man had just wet the bed! He trembled in shame were he still caught up in his old ways from the league he might have killed him self on the spot however he figured this might be one of those times where despite being a failure death or exile were not permitted. Howeve he couldn't bear it if his family found out about this failure surely they would tease him and perhaps strip him of his tittle as robin or worse Grayson would claim it was no big deal but he would look at Damian differently and go easy on him in training and limit his patrol like he was an incapable toddler looking down he was reminded that he was an incapable toddler, but nobody else had to know ;he got up and began to pull the sheets off of his bed, hiding the evidence was of the utmost importance. He changed out of his pajamas and threw on a clean pair of boxer shorts. Wet sheets and clothes in hand he dashed down the hall to the laundry room, fortunately the washer was empty he put his sheets and clothes in before bolting back to his room and taking a shower. Once he was clean he set out to find where Alfred kept the spare sheets and quietly remade his bed. Rather than sleep again he put on his clothes for the day a quick glance at the clock told him it was 3:45 a perfectly acceptable time to begin morning drills.

The experience had been pushed forcibly to the back of his mind although he found himself blushing in shame throughout the day every-time he remembered what had occurred. He didn't expect it to happen again for an Al-ghul Wayne to disgrace himself once was absurd nevermind multiple times so when it continued every night for a week Damian was convinced that he was unfit to be the son of batman and that if anybody ever found out it would be the end of him. He had taken to sleeping on the floor due to ruining both sides of his mattress already.

Damian had just stepped out of the shower, a part of his nightly routine when he realized that someone was sitting on his bed. His eyes momentarily widened before he regained his composure. what was Dick doing in his room?

"Grayson I assume you have a valid reason for intruding my room at this hour" he said keeping formal emotionless facade.

"I noticed that you had been getting up in the middle of the night and I wanted to know if everything was okay" said Dick concern evident in his voice.

"I can assure you Grayson that everything is fine"

"Damian if you want to talk about anything I'm here" said Dick ignoring Damian's statement.

"There is one thing that has been bothering me" started Damian

"What is it?" Asked Dick gently.

"There's an imbecile sitting on my bed while I am trying to sleep" said Damian flatly.

"Alright alright I know when I'm not wanted" said Dick breaking a slight smile at Damian's joke "but seriously if you need anything I'm always here for you"

"I already told you..."

"Okay I'm going" said Dick leaving the room.

Damian let out a sigh of relief, Had Grayson stayed much longer he might have discovered the stain on his mattress and his life would be ruined.

He settled into his spot on the floor and fell asleep hoping he wouldn't wake up wet.

As it turned out hoping was not enough to prevent an accident he used the dry part of his comforters to mop up the wet spot on the floor before beginning his nightly trek to the laundry room. Tonight however he was greeted with a surprise Dick had taken it upon himself to camp out in the hallway in front of Damian's room, Damian didn't know what to do anyone else he would be able to slip past however this was Dick Grayson the current batman and even a highly trained assassin would hesitate to slip past him especially with this much at steak.

He weighed his options he could retreat and hide in his room until a more acceptable time to wake up and hope that nobody decided to come into his room before he could wash his sheets however once Dick and Tim were awake it would be much harder to sneak his things into the laundry room. He could attempt to slip past Dick with his training he had at least a 50% shot at making it.

He decided to go for it bundling up his wet clothes in his comfotor he silently made his way down the hall and had Dick not been raised by Bruce Wayne he would have gotten away with it.

Dick jolted awake when he heard the lightest footsteps on the manor floor.

"Damian!" He exclaimed "you scared me"

"Tt are you possibly dimwitted enough that you expected anything less for sleeping on the floor" responded Damian harshly in an attempt to diverge the attention from himself.

"I was worried about you getting up in the middle of the night so I decided to investigate" said Dick while Damian's heart raced he realized the inevitable outcome of the situation was nigh "What are you doing up anyway?" Dick asked still oblivious to Damian's predicament. For once Damian had nothing to say he tried to form words but failed that's when Dick saw it, the look on his face, it was the same look villains got when they knew they had been defeated, his eyes darted down to the bundled up bedding in Damian's arms why would he be carrying that? and was that a set of his pj's rolled up inside of them? and why was there a big wet stain? And why did it smell like urine? Oh Dicks eyes widened as he realized what was going on.

"Damian did you...?"

"I spilled something on my bedding" said Damian however his face was white and he had a slight tremor.

"Damian it's ok" said Dick gently.

"Of course it is" snapped Damian "it is a simple spill".

Dick realized that although his secret was openly exposed he wouldn't break his facade unless Dick came right out and said it.

"Damian I know you've been wetting the bed"

"You are mistaken" defended Damian harshly though his face fell as he spoke the words and his eyes glistened with tears that threatened to fall.

"It's ok Damian" assured Dick.

"I am the son of Thalia al ghul and Bruce Wayne I am not supposed to we- to do this" said Damian struggling to hold back tears.

"Hey it happens"

"Not to me"

"Things like this can happen to anyone especially when there under the amount of stress that you are"

"I am weak" said Damian softly "I have failed father". Dicks heart broke at those words how. Did Damian truly believe his father would have been disappointed?

"Damian Bruce wouldn't think any less of you for this"

"Of course he would, father would want me to carry on his mission, and his legacy"

"You have been carrying on his mission with me"

"No Grayson, you fail to understand"

"Damian what am I missing"

"The future Bateman cannot be doing something so childish, and certainly not at 12 years old"

Dick couldn't believe it, did Damian truly feel something so insignificant that happened now could affect him becoming batsman in the future? And did he really feel as though twelve was too old to wet the bed? Well it was unusual but Damian had just lost his father, his mother had a bounty on his head and he spent his nights fighting criminals"

"Damian you know this won't affect who you become in the future, if anything it will make you stronger"

"Grayson you have lost your mind how could this blatant display of weakness make me stronger"

"Because your going to overcome this, it isn't easy and it isn't fair that you have to go through this but we're going to get through this just like everything else...now go take a shower I'll clean the rest"

"I am perfectly capable of cleaning my own mess"

"I know Dami, but we're in this together" As corny as Grayson was he had managed to make Damian feel better.

"Thank you Richard" said Damian softly. Dick was surprised that Damian had let the formality drop enough to use his first name,

He knew it meant Damian trusted him. He also hoped that in the morning Damian would be back to his normal curt tone referring to him as an incompetent fool as though nothing happened, because in the long run this wasn't a big deal and he hoped Damian would be able to see that.

Dick realized that Damian's mattress was ruined and there was a wet spot on the floor. Damian must have been sleeping there because of the mattress. He realized something needed to be done to prevent this from happening to the next mattress. He would need to buy a mattress cover and possibly some form of protection such as Goodnites but he was sure Damian wouldn't take that well.

After he showered Damian returned to his room to find Dick had cleaned the sheets and replaced his mattress.

"I took one of the mattresses from the spare bedrooms" said Dick

"But I'm going to buy a cover to put over it if that's ok with you" he added hoping Damian wouldn't resist. Damian's face heated up slightly but other than that it remained neutral.

"I suppose that would be a wise decision" said Damian after all ruining another mattress would only serve to humiliate him further.

"There's one more thing" said Dick cautiously not wanting to upset Damian. "I was thinking we could get you some protection, to wear at night"

"Protection?"

"They sell absorbent underwear for people your age who have problems at night" said Dick being vague as possible to avoid upsetting Damian. Damian understood what Dick was saying and his first instinct was to refuse to wear something so infantile, but he had just proved that he had the control of an infant so it made sense that he would wear a diaper like one, he deserved the humiliation for his weakness so he said.

"Ok"

"Your ok with this?" Asked Dick expecting Damian to refuse.

"Tt that I what I just said Grayson"

"Ok then...want to go spar?"

Damian nodded and the two of them went to spar, Dick realized that Damian might be off his game due to that mornings events so he started off going easy on him. Damian realized what Dick was doing, he was going easy on him because he viewed him as weak, perhaps if he called him out on it he would be able to get more of a fight out of him.

"Tt if I wanted to fight a common street thug I would spar with Drake". Dick realized he had been caught and upped his game but the image of Damian from that morning looking as helpless as a normal kid was fresh in his mind and he was unable to fight to his true strength. After taking down Dick 3 times Damian realized it was hopeless.

"I realize now that due to recent events you are unable to view me as an equal, I won't burden you any further" with that Damian turned and left.

To be continued...