Dick stayed in bed, sleeping quietly all day. He woke up to the sound of Bruce opening his door. He opened his eyes and he listened to the quiet footsteps, feeling a soft shift in the bed, his body moving slightly due to the movement. Fingers curled up in the blanket and he pulled it up closer to his face.

"Richard."

No reply.

"I know you're awake. Why are you staying home? I thought you had classes today."

No reply.

"Fine, don't talk to me. What was that in the garage earlier today? Why did Damian tell you to stay home?"

"Look Bruce, you know I'd tell you if something was wrong, so just, leave me alone. I don't feel good, okay. I'm twenty one, I can handle myself."

A quiet sigh was heard and the weight shifted again.

"Just, tell me what's wrong when you're ready. It's not like you to be like this, Dick. I just want to make sure you're okay. That's all."

"I'll go."

Dick stood from the couch, looking over at Bruce as they discussed who was to be on the night patrol for the next few nights. The three looked at him and receiving small glare in his direction.

"Then I'll go too."

Everyone turned their attention to the thirteen year old in the room. Damian crossed his arms over his chest and stood up straight.

"You heard me. I'll be on patrol with Dick for the weekend, Tim won't do it. He's a baby."

Damian smirked hearing a quiet grumble from the older next to him, then looked up at Bruce.

"Besides, you're old and need a break."

That comment was pointed at Bruce, receiving a small glare from his father. He smirked to himself, proud of his little comment. Damian walked over to Dick and placed his hands on his hips.

"You're stuck with me now."

"Alright, kid. We're leaving at ten, just be ready."

Dick gave a soft sigh and just nodded, patting his head. Damian left to the Bat-Cave and Dick followed, stopped by Bruce just before he entered. He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked at his adoptive father.

"Are you sure that everything is okay, Dick? You seem a bit… Shaken up. I know that you were gassed by Scarecrow. Has the effect all worn off?"

"Yeah, I'm good, Bruce."

No he wasn't. He was doing horrible, he always woke up in the middle of the night and his thoughts were beginning to haunt him while he was awake. Dick felt as if he was going insane.

"No you aren't. You aren't looking at me, look me in the eyes and tell me you're fine."

"I… I can't."

"That's what I thought, Dick… You just need to stay home."

"No, just because a little nightmare keeps me up at night, that doesn't mean I won't do my job. I love what I do, and I'm not going to stop. Even if it kills me, I told you that when I was nine. Why do you think I went on with all that training? I spent years perfecting it, just like you did."

"I understand that, but it could put you in danger when you're out at night fighting."

"Well, Damian is there and he could do something until I get back in the game."

"And if he doesn't?"

"Then I guess I'll handle it myself, Bruce. I'm not quitting this, you know me better."

Dick went to the Bat-Cave, changed and left with Damian to go on patrol.

Bruce gave a heavy sigh and ran a hand through his black hair, rubbing the back of his neck. He stared at the large computer in front of him and tracked the two, making sure that Dick's stats were always at a normal level. He tapped his fingers on the table, watching the screens carefully as his two protégé's went on night patrol.

Damian swung down from the building, planting the steel toed boots in the back of the thug that was running from him. He smirked and he let go of the line, shoving the man's face into the ground, punching him once before he stood straight up.

"Nightwing, get your ass down here."

"What? Oh.. Right."

Nightwing jumped down and grabbed the back of the thug's jacket, sitting him up before tying him to the pole. He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair, looking to the younger. He flinched slightly when he saw that the look on Damian's face made him want to hide in the corner.

"What is it, Robin?"

"You know what! Don't give me your crap, just because you're taught not to share your feelings, it doesn't exclude your family, and it's not supposed to be kept from them. You're going to get yourself killed if you keep this shit up, Nightwing."

Dick sighed through his nose and chewed on the side of his cheek. As much as he hated to even think it, Damian was right, and he needed to tell Bruce and the others about what was happening. It would be for the better right? Maybe he'd be able to focus better on his mission and what he was supposed to be doing. He gave a deep sigh and he walked across the street, putting his arms behind his head.

"You're right, is that what you wanted to hear? Look, Robin, I know that I am distracted, but it's not all that bad, right?"

The older began before he froze in the middle of the street, staring at the alley way in front of him. He stared at the scene in front of him, his hands going to his sides. Dick took a few steps back and his hands went over his mouth; taking off in the other direction. Damian ran over and looked down the alley way, confused, he looked back to Dick, then ran after him.

"Damn it, Dick! Get your ass back here and tell me what the hell happened!?"

Damian grabbed his bolas, and he threw them, tripping the older, running over, he kicked the center of his back; holding him against the ground. He pulled out rope and he tied Dick's hands behind him, keeping him on the ground.

"Tell me what the hell is going on! There isn't anything in that alley, what the hell did you even see?"

"Damian! Get off of him, he's having a panic attack."

Bruce's voice went off in his ear and he kept his elder brother figure pinned against the ground.

"Shut up old man, if I get off, he's going to run off somewhere and get himself killed. Get the hell over here."

There wasn't a reply from his Father, which was probably better since Damian would only insult him further. Damian kept Dick pinned against the ground, not sure if the elder was able to get out of the hold like he always did, he took extra precaution in keeping him in place. Odd enough, Dick didn't struggle out of the hold, he laid on the ground; panting and coughing.

"Robin, off!"

Bruce had gotten there quickly and he pulled a syringe from the utility belt, kneeling down by Dick, injecting him. He gave a quiet sigh and he picked him up, bringing him closer to his chest so he wouldn't drop him.

"Finish up here, then head home. I'm taking him back to the cave."

"What did you give him? The antidote? What?"

"Yes, now continue with your job, Robin. If you want me to, I can send Red Ro-"

"No."

With that, Bruce left in the Bat-Mobile; taking Dick to the cave. He brought him upstairs, taking him to his old room. Bruce laid him down on the bed and grabbed a chair, sitting next to him.

"Dick, why won't you talk to me anymore…"

Bruce sighed to himself, pushing back the cowl, pushing his hair back with his hand.

/Sorry about the long wait! D: I had writers block for a little bit, and I wasn't sure what to do, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Thank you for the reviews~! /