A/n: Chapter three is done, and man, I will say I got stuck on this one a bit, but I like how this has turned out. Anyways here we go with this chapter, and yes, cliffhangers are something I am good at…xD –my friend like demanded me to tell her what happened next when she read the last chapter-

Birds of a Feather

03

Bats and Birds P.1

The current Batman is forced to make a decision, to die and protect his brothers or go through a portal...a portal that they have no idea where it goes, but he knows what he has to do. For the BatFamily, things will never be the same. Not to mention it's going to send TT Robin through some…interesting things. '"I'm sorry, but this is for the best." And he screamed.'

Robin/Damian Wayne POV:

I stared, my eyes were wide. This was not like me, but I could not help it at all. This was just not right, what I was seeing, this was just not right. This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't. And yet, it was happening, it was and there was nothing I could do about it either. If only that I could, that I could do this… But I had to leave behind those thoughts of not being able to do anything either. I could, I just didn't want to have to act on this.

I didn't want to attack my Father.

From this world or not.

I just didn't want to have him gone again.

Then, I spotted something else. It was lying on the ground, chained up to a wall with a ticking time bomb next to its head. My heart stuck in my throat and I just stared, not able to do anything else. But I reacted and ran over, moving quickly against the bindings. "Oh god no…no…no…I'd rather you be dead at this point…god no…" I looked at the counter on the bomb and took a deep breath, panicking. "JAY! DRAKE!" Why did I yell for them? I had no time for this…I had to get him out of here…I had to…or god…

10.

Hurry! Hurry!

9.

Damn it Damian hurry!

8.

Come on…

7.

Just a bit more…

6.

Damn it…you can't die…

5.

Not enough time!

4.

What do I do?

3.

No…no…no…

2.

It's going to end here…

1.

I'm sorry. I should have listened.

"D…a…m…i…a…n…"

"I'm so sorry…"

"Damian…it's alright…"

"….I'm sorry…"

And with a warm feeling around me, blood dripping onto my face…the world was gone.

Robin/Dick Grayson POV:

We had just entered the warehouse, and I only then noticed I had forgot to even consider asking the Titans to come along, but it was too late for that now. I had to think about Bruce and getting him to safety, he would do the same for me wouldn't he? Well…he hadn't in so long but that didn't matter. This was his fault…

It was my fault.

Slade was my fault.

But I didn't do anything about it now did I?

I just…I have to save him. I have to do something; I have to save him…

Because he saved me all those years ago when I had nothing…nothing left…but he came and saved me…

"Grayson." I turned to look over at Damian who was frowning at me as well as Jason and Tim. They were worried probably but…no it was alright that they were. Because they made me feel something I hadn't in so long.

A sense that he was never going to be alone.

"Yes Damian?" I asked and he sighed at me.

"We should split up, because I'm sure this is a trap and we need to look in more than one place."

"True." I nodded and looked over them. "Alright, well, who's going with-"

"Tt. I am." Damian responded before I could even finish and walked over to me, leaving Jason and Tim standing next to each other. "So don't think you are going on your own or anything." He muttered then and huffed softly at me. "I mean really…you're an idiot." I sighed then followed him, letting Jason and Tim take their own path in the ware house. I was barley thinking about everything else… I just wanted to make sure that Bruce was alright at this point. Nothing else really mattered to me…nothing.

Robin…you are my little bird you know that? I don't want anything to happen to you…never. We're always going to be here together.

Damian made no sound as he killed numerous guards he found in the place, and strangely I didn't question it. He held my hand too, as we moved along. He never once let go, no matter what he did. He held on tight, and didn't even let my hand slip once. He was refusing to let me go, as if I would turn into dust if he did. I didn't argue like I normally would, just let him have the comfort I was there for him.

Until I realized something.

He was shaking, and badly. His whole body was trembling with a sudden realization. I had no idea why until I saw what he was looking at.

A screen.

It wasn't an ordinary screen either…on it was a man that was none other than the Batman from my world. My Batman was there, and he looked…well almost about ready to kill something. Not a look I would expect to see from him but…whatever I guess. Okay the easiness of my life is officially getting to me. This is getting pathetic. Really…I mean I wasn't… Oh well.

"Grayson." I snapped my attention to the boy who was only holding my hand tighter; he was seeing something I wasn't. I could tell from his look. "We have a situation where I am not sure what to do about here…"

"And that situation?" I asked softly and he turned to me with a burning in his eyes.

"Which Batman means the most?"

Now that? I hadn't really expected to hear that. Yet, I did know something was not going to go right when we came here…nothing ever did sadly.

"Hmn…what is the answer to that question now Robin?" A voice asked and Damian gripped my shoulders and stared behind me, a growl in his throat. "What are you going to do about this? On one hand you have the man you call your Father. On the other you have another person from another dimension. So, who means more to you? To this time? What is the most important to you?"

"Slade…" I said calmly, and swallowed. Damian was glaring, a glare I remembered seeing maybe…three times? A glare that could kill someone within a millisecond of it being seen, a batglare that was…well…it was more of an extreme batglare. A glare that was mostly directed to those who really got to the Bat. Trust me, most of them went insane from that look…I know because I was freaking the first time I saw it.

"Why don't you face me Robin? Does the little boy keep you from looking back at me or do you just choose not to? Hmn?"

"Shut up." Damian hissed. "You are an annoyance to say the least Deathstroke." He added the others true name into it, as he was clearly not happy with the man.

How could I blame him?

"Oh now? You know who I am…such a shame. I have to kill you-" I felt Damian's arm move and then a startled gasp. In a second I was being pulled along by the boy who had blood littered on his hands now that I saw it.

He killed.

He liked to kill.

But he didn't want to.

Odd kid for sure.

Suddenly there was a sound and I heard, "GRAYSON!" Before the world was gone from my sight.

"Little bird I see there. Little bird so dead I see. Little bird cry out. Little bird so dead I see. Little bird so hurt I see. Little bird so hurt I see. Little bird about to die. Little bird~."

There was a sound, and I was pulled down. I had been about ready to take down Slade when it knocked me down; when I was taken to the ground and held close. The person was warm, and protecting… But no it was two people. One had my head to his chest and the other was shielding the rest of my body. The ground shook violently under me, about making me feel sick. I took a deep breath as I opened my eyes. I found my face pressed into gray fabric and the rest of me was covered in brown/red. I blinked. What?

"Richard…" I felt a hand brush the hair out of my face and I looked up, taking a deep breath.

"Bruce." I whispered and he nodded, and frowned.

"You scared me there you know…I thought for a second I was going to-"

"-Lose me…I thought the same thing…" He smiled sadly, and that was very uncommon for him as Batman. "…wait…" I breathed and shifted to see who else had just protected me.

My heart sunk when I realized it was Jason, bloodied but he was looking at me with pure determination. "Jay-" I began softly but he shook his head a bit than sat up and glanced back. He was silent, and I could tell something as wrong. "What…-"

"Damian…and…him…they were in the center of that explosion." He murmured. "I highly doubt that they are alive…"

"…" I couldn't speak, only sit there as Bruce held me to his chest softly and took in what he was hearing. Finally, however, he spoke.

"You mean…the boy and the look alike of-"

"Don't even go there Bruce." Jason warned then sighed softly and closed his eyes. "Just don't even go there…it's too com-"

"I want to know what is happening here."

"…" Jason leaned back on a mostly destroyed wall and sighed softly, closing his eyes slowly. "Bruce…it's…I…"

"JASON! Hurry over here now! I found Damian! He's alive!"

Jason got up and ran that way without a second of hesitation, a panic in his eyes.

"Hurry! He's loss…oh…oh god. No...go-god no...oh..."

"T...oh my god..."