A/N: Hello good people! I want to thank you for following/favoriting and for the reviews I got! Since in Arkham City Nightwing did not have a personality(I mean, he never talked at all, you just beat up some guys...), I will be making up a personality for him. I don't really know his comic-character that much, so I can't really go off much, but I'm definitely going to make him a mischievous, sarcastic type of guy. That's just how I imagine him. So I hope you enjoy this chapter because I know I enjoyed writing brotherly fluff/arguing! :3 This chapter takes place right where the last one left off!

Chapter 3: A Drake and a Grayson

"Master Timothy?"

Tim looked up quickly to see Alfred lingering in the doorway. Well it was a good way to get him out of his conflicting thoughts... Tearing off his mask and cape, he set it down in the corner. He was sure he would be back again.

"Master Grayson is here."

"Oh. Thanks, Alfred. I'll be there in a minute." Tim rubbed the side of his face and sighed as the door echoed shut. Dick would have a field day with this when he told him... The teen swung open the door, shutting it gently behind him and making his way down the hall. He was so distracted that he didn't even notice someone following him.

"Boo!"

Being a well-trained fighter, Tim's first instinct was to hit. Spinning around, he threw a wild punch, but the skills of his stalker matched his own as he caught his fist.

"Whoa, Timmy, take it easy!" Dick teased.

"Dick!" Tim exclaimed, letting his balled fist drop to his side.

"Are you insulting me?" Dick grinned.

"What? No!" Tim rolled his eyes at the older boy's antics. It was rare to catch Dick not joking around or being sarcastic.

"Relax a little, Tim, I was just joking," Dick said, putting a hand on his younger brother's shoulder.

"I know."

"So what have you and Bats been up to? Figuring out Nigma's stupid riddles? Brawling it out with Bane?" Dick asked with a rasied eyebrow.

"Hardly."

"Is Bruce still...?"

"Yes." Tim sighed, glancing up at Dick's questioning expression.

"Oh," Dick muttered. "Well when Bruce broods, he really broods."

"You think?" Tim quipped, rolling his eyes.

"There's some of that sarcasm that I've missed so much!" Dick cried dramatically, pulling Tim into a headlock and ruffling his hair, or lack of it. The younger boy struggled in Dick's iron-grip. After a well-aimed kick to the back of Dick's knee, Tim was able to escape.

"So what have you been doing since Arkham City?" Dick asked, leaning against the wall.

Tim shrugged. "Patrolling, busting some small crimes, oh and...I sort of brought back a girl-"

"-a girl?! Timmy has a girlfriend?" Dick interrupted, grinning broadly.

"No!" Tim exclaimed, flushing red in embarrassment. Dick always teased him about girls because he was so awkward around them. "It's a long, complicated story..."

"Well uh, I came here just to see you guys so I have time."

And so Tim explained the whole story in extreme detail - a habit of being a detective. He told him about finding her, about how he felt, about how she was reacting; he told him about his decision to bring her here; and he told him how afraid she seemed. The whole time, Dick was listening. He didn't make any sarcastic comments or jokes. He simply listened. That was one reason Tim loved his brother. He was a goofball most of the time, but when he really needed it, he was there for him and he cared. Sure, they had their ups and downs, but what siblings didn't?

"...and Bruce was really pissed," Tim finished, looking up at Dick.

"And you didn't expect that?" Dick chuckled, lifting a dark eyebrow.

"No, I did... I just... I guess I was just expecting a little bit of understanding." Tim shrugged, looking up at his big brother.

Dick studied Tim with his own icy blue eyes for a moment before nodding slowly. "I think he's still kicking himself over the Joker... But c'mon, let's get to sparring. Bruce mentioned you wanted to and I can tell you need a good punching bag."

Tim rolled his eyes, smiling slightly. "Okay."

Dick grinned, straightening out and taking off down the hall. "Race you there!"

Groaning, Tim took off after Dick, leaping off the wall and around the corner. He wasn't quite as fast as the acrobat, but he was not slow by any means. An idea popped into Tim's head and he decided to take the vents. In a move that would make Batman proud, he ripped the vent cover from the wall as Dick turned the corner. Squeezing into the vent, he pulled the cover back on behind him, making a mad dash - or, rather, crawl - to the training room. It wasn't too hard to get to because Tim had memorized all of the vents in the manor. It had taken him a few years, but now he knew them like he knew himself.

In a quick, fluid movement, he burst through the other end of the vent, ducking his head under and landing roughly on the ground. He groaned, opening his eyes to see Dick grinning above him.

"Too slow, Tim!" he exclaimed cheerfully. "You gotta learn to navigate the vents quicker!"

Tim promptly kicked Dick in the legs, sending him flying back on his rear. He grinned a little, sitting up. "You wanted to spar?"

Dick got back to his feet in an instant. "Bring it on, little bro!"

With that, the fight was on. Tim jumped to his feet, lunging at the older boy. Dick was able to dodge it easily by cartwheeling to the side. Although Dick had trained him in acrobatics, Tim was never as good as his brother. It was probably a genetic thing. And Dick had the body-type for more accuracy in gymnastics. Tim was more solid. Not wasting a moment like Bruce had taught him, the teen raced at Dick, dropping down to do a slide-kick. Just as he had predicted, Dick leapt over him easily, but Tim was ahead of him, grabbing his ankle and pulling him down. Dick slammed face-first into the ground and Tim swiftly got to his feet before Dick could.

Their spars had a tendency to get rough, so he wasn't at all surprised when he went flying into the wall, the air jumping out of his lungs as his back smashed forcefully against the wall. For a moment, Tim was gasping for oxygen, like a fish out of water. Dick didn't let up on bit and tackled his younger brother to the ground, pinning him down and grinning wickedly. The force of both blows had disoriented him, but he didn't let that stop him from throwing Dick off himself.

Tim rolled over onto his stomach and pushed himself up. He could sense Dick coming at him again, so he quickly spun around, intercepting Dick's kick and sending him to the ground. He was just starting to get his breath back again. Standing up, he ambushed his brother just as he was getting up again, using a sweep-kick to get him off his feet once more. When Tim went to pin him, Dick decided to play dirty and kick him where it hurt the most.

Tim winced, instantly drawing back and falling over onto his side while curling into a ball. He groaned, biting on the inside of his cheek. Dick was snickering a little.

"You've gotten good, Timmy, but you need to know when to play a little dirty. Criminals aren't going to go by any rules."

"So are you saying you're a criminal, Dick?"

"Ouch. Harsh, Tim. I see what you did there. I'm using a metaphor. I'm sure you've learned those in English?"

Tim frowned a little. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that you need to keep your grades up."

"So you hacked into the school to look at my grades?"

Dick crossed his arms, becoming a little more serious. "Yes. Sometimes I...worry about you, Tim. I just...check up on you every once in a while. I know what it's like to get caught up in the vigilante life, but maybe you should start living a little. A normal, life, ya know? Get good grades, join a sport team, get a girlfriend... You haven't had one of those in a while..."

"Are you one to judge? You're just like me. You don't have a 'normal' life either," he shot back.

Dick sighed. "I know. That's why I want you to have one. I don't want you to make that mistake."

"But there's nothing else for me anyway-"

"-Just be thinking about it," Dick interrupted, causing Tim to fall silent.

"Okay."

There was an awkward pause before Dick broke it. "So, can I see this girl you brought back?"

"I really don't think that's a good idea," Tim said immediately.

"Oh come on. This is me, not one of your friends that you don't have. Besides, it's been a long time since we've done some 'rule breaking' together." Dick nudged him with his elbow.

"We're not breaking any rules, just taking a huge risk. Especially if she finds out who we are. I do go to school with her, you know."

"Okay fine. We won't do any rule breaking. We'll do some risk taking. Come on, Tim! Stop being a party pooper!" Dick jutted out his lower lip childishly.

"You talk too much," Tim grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest, sighing.

"I'm chatty. It's part of my charm."

"Charm?" Tim scoffed.

"Doesn't matter right now. I'm going to go see this girl of yours." Dick grinned, dashing away toward the vents.

"Hey!" Tim darted after him, but Dick was in the vents before he could even take a step.

Deciding to take the halls instead, Tim ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He didn't want to mess anything up with this girl because Batman was already pissed at him and he knew Dick probably would mess up. Not that he was a bad person or anything, he just had a tendency to let his mischievous side cloud his judgment. As he turned the corner, he saw a flash of black hair disappear around the opposite corner. A cackle accompanied the sighting and Tim pushed himself to go faster. If Alfred caught the two of them running in the halls, they would be in a lot of trouble.

Tim turned the corner again to see Dick almost to the doorway of the infirmary. In one last attempt to get him to stop, he lunged forward to tackle him to the ground. It probably would have worked out just as he planned if they hadn't been so close to the infirmary door already, which was a mistake on Tim's part. Instead of falling harmlessly to the ground, the two crashed right through the wooden door, hurting each of them in the process.

Dick had gotten hit on the back while Tim had somehow banged his head. Both of them groaned simultaneously, but Tim was the first to get to his feet.

"Dammit, Tim!" Dick hissed, sitting up.

"It's not my fault you didn't want to listen!" Tim snapped, clutching his throbbing forehead.

Dick opened his mouth to say something, but another voice came out from the other side of the room.

"What. The. Hell?"

Both of their heads snapped toward the direction of the noise to see the petite redhead sitting up in bed, muscles tense and IVs ripped out of her body. Dick was on his feet and next to his brother in an instant. A tense silence followed and Tim stared at the girl, feeling like the moment was a bit surreal. Just by her body language, he could tell that she was confused and a bit fearful.

"Good idea, Dick," Tim muttered sarcastically. Just one day after he had rescued this girl, she was already seeing who he was. Not good. Hopefully she wouldn't recognize him.

"I didn't know you were going to knock me into the door!" Dick explained in exasperation.

"You look familiar," Willow said suddenly, pointing at Tim and causing the two of them to look back over at her.

"I've never seen you before in my life," Tim lied perfectly, straightening out. He glanced over to Dick, who caught his eyes. He tried to send a nonverbal message using only his facial expressions. What are we supposed to do?

Dick shrugged, looking back over to Willow.

"Where am I? And what am I doing here?" she asked carefully, lowering her head and causing her red hair to flop in her face.

Dick suddenly brightened, glancing over to Tim and giving him a nod that told him "I got this".

"Well...you're at our house because he found you being mugged last night. You've been out for a while. You have some injuries, but nothing too major," Dick responded smoothly.

Tim was a little suspicious that she didn't ask why they didn't just take her to the hospital, but he wondered if the reason she didn't want him to get the medics last night was keeping her from asking.

"When will I be better enough to leave?"

Letting out a short sigh, Tim chewed his lip thoughtfully. The two major injuries she had sustained were the concussion and the sprained ankle. The concussion would probably be gone in less than a week, maybe even a few days, but the sprained ankle would take weeks. He knew that from experience.

"I'm not sure. You have a sprained ankle that will take a while to heal, but you could probably be out of here within a few days as long as you use crutches," Tim said.

Willow nodded slowly, still seeming a little bit wary of the two boys.

"We should get going while you rest," Tim coughed suddenly, nudging Dick.

"Yeah, you're right! See you later!"

Before another word could be said, Dick was bolting out the door and into the hallway. Tim shook his head to himself, turning to leave. He got hallway through the doorway before he heard Willow speak up again.

"Are you going to come back?"

He looked over his shoulder, tilting his head a little. "Do you want me to come back?"

She shrugged, crossing her arms and looking away and out the window. He sighed, biting the inside of his cheek as she tried to appear tough, like she didn't want his company even though she really did.

"Maybe I will."

He didn't say anything else and didn't give her a chance to say anything before he was out the door and walking down the hall to find Alfred. He needed to sort this whole situation out quickly before anything bad happened. He knew that she needed at least a few days rest before she left, but what would her parents be thinking? She had already been gone most of the day. They could be worried. He needed to sort this out as fast as he could, because if he didn't, it could cause a lot of problems...

A/N: I'm sorry if this chapter wasn't the best! I'm in a little bit of a rut with my writing at the moment, but I know that if I don't work through this rut, my stories will sit and collect dust... So I might come out with a few chapters that aren't quite up to par, but I'll be trying my hardest! I hope Dick wasn't out of character for you comic fans, but I guess it doesn't matter too much since this is the Arkham City/Asylum-verse and he didn't really have a personality so I can kinda make up my own xD Again, I want to thank you guys for all the reviews, favorites, and follows! You guys rock!

Mo