Hey guys!

So, second chapter's up! Just a little fyi, anything bold and between () means that Damian crossed it out.

Enjoy!

The Manor is quiet

Everyone is sad

Grayson has been hurt

Day 14 back to Gotham

I swear I'll kill Bane

For all he had done

(To my brother)

Grayson is lying on the med-bed

His friends have come to see him

The Wests, Kal, Zatanna, Raquel,

The Harpers, Kent, Morse, and everyone else

From his dim-witted little Team

And the stupid League

Many think he will die

They are thick and they are ignorant

Grayson will not die so easily

He is strong and he is tough

He will make it

(I know because)

(He's my brother)

And these are (teardrops) raindrops

Because I'm sitting outside

And it's raining

-Damian Wayne

*At night when everyone is upstairs and Grayson is all alone in the Bat cave*

Grayson looked so…weak. That was unlike him. He was strong and cheerful. But on his sick bed, he looked weak and worthless. He looked like an empty shell. Damian held onto his kitten, an American Longhair that Grayson got him when he arrived. He named him Alfred, in honor of the butler who makes excellent cookies. The cat was brown with black stripes, much like the famous cookies made by the Butler, and he had a white belly and paws. Al, as he called his kitten for short, meowed, and licked Damian's cheeks.

Damian stroked his back, causing the kitten to purr. The heart monitor beeped slowly, and Grayson lay sleeping. Damian sniffed, trying not to cry. He wouldn't cry, of course. Not now, not in front of Grayson.

With one hand, he took out a crumpled piece of paper from his jeans pocket. Gingerly, he placed it in Grayson's hand. Al meowed again, and jumped onto Grayson's chest. Damian tensed as Grayson's eyes fluttered open. First, they stared cross-eyed onto the cat, before wandering up to him. Grayson stared for a few seconds, and Damian gingerly removed Al off of Grayson.

He heard a slight rumple of a paper, and glanced at Grayson's hand to see them tighten into a fist. He gulped, and he saw Grayson smile. It was a small smile, but it was real. It was happy and it was confident. Grayson closed his eyes still smiling.

The heart monitor went silent, and for a moment, so did Damian's heart.

*A few days later in the hospital with Dr. Leslie, Father, Alfred and the rest of them*

Damian saw Leslie come out and talk with Father. But he didn't wait. He strode into the room, with Al secretly hidden in his sweatshirt. Grayson lay on the bed, looking much better than he had a few days ago, when he died, but Damian managed to revive him. Father finally put him in the hospital, to which Damian wondered why he didn't do it in the first place.

There was a little bit more color in Grayson's face, and he started to look a little bit more like himself. He started to look a little bit stronger. His heartbeat was stronger, as indicated by the heart monitor. A folded piece of paper lay on the table. Damian frowned, before picking it up. It was his second poem. He scowled, wondering as to why it was on the table, and not in Dick's hand. He crumpled it up again, and placed it in his brother's hand.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked up to see Father, standing behind him. He glared at the man's dead pan face, angry that he doesn't he care that Grayson was lying wounded on the bed. Father's face softened and Damian saw something in his eyes that he never really saw before. He didn't know what it meant, but he did know one thing for sure.

Father was worried.

Damian hugged his Father, surprising both him and the kitten that he had hidden in his sweatshirt. He frowned, gently taking the kitten out, murmuring apologies to him. Al accepted them, placing both paws on Damian's chest and licking his chin. He smiled at the cat, and placed him by Grayson's hand.

Father wrapped his arm around him. Al licked Grayson's hand, and Damian can swear that he saw a faint smile on his brother's face.

*A week later when Grayson is well enough to be sitting in a wheelchair while his leg and body are healing*

Thank-god Grayson's 'friends' have left the room. They did nothing but bother him while he was trying to rest. Damian quietly made his way into the room, making sure he was seen by no one, except for Father's cameras. Al walked beside him. The kitten was almost a cat now; almost, but not quite yet. He slipped inside Grayson's room, the very same one he had stayed in when he still lived in the manor. Faded posters of the Flying Graysons were scattered around the room. There were pictures of his Team and his family on his desks and his shelves. Spare electronic parts were scattered all over his desk. A few bean bag chairs and an office chair were scattered around room.

Grayson was by the window, apparently falling asleep in his wheelchair. Damian walked over, and noticed three different pictures on his lap. One was of his biological family, the Flying Graysons. The other was of his Team, and the last of the 'Bat Clan'. Grayson's hand was on Damian's shoulders. Damian thought he looked angry in it, angry and bored. He frowned, before removing the pictures and placing them on the window sill.

He wheeled Grayson over to his large king sized bed. Al, apparently having the same idea, lay curled up at the foot of the bed, watching his owner. With slight difficulty (Grayson was not only large, but heavy as well), he managed to properly place him on the bed, with his still healing leg propped up on a pillow. Damian turned to walk out the door, when Al meowed, and stopped him in his tracks.

Grayson looked relaxed, and calm. He shifted a little, and put his arm over his forehead. Damian tried to stop a yawn, but failed. Patrol had been a bit more strenuous then usually. Though he faced more, it still took a toll on him. He bit his lip, and deciding that a few minutes won't hurt, slowly made his way to the bed. He kicked off his sneakers, and cautiously climbed onto the bed.

He snuggled close to Grayson, who felt warm, and smelled a lot like the hospital and medication. But he felt…safe, though Damian would deny it to anyone.

He smiled to himself, a fell asleep.

And he was still asleep when Grayson woke up, and smiled at his brother who lay so close to him. He slipped his arm under his little brother's head, and placed the other one on his forehead. He heard Al meowed, and he placed a finger to his lips, asking the cat not to tell.

And all three were oblivious to Alfred and Bruce, who walked in a few minutes later. They found two birds cuddled together, with a cat stretched across both of their bodies. The cat's upper body was on the older bird, with one of his paws on the cheek of the younger one. Bruce smiled, and took a picture, wanting to show it to the League and the Team, who were all downstairs.