Can't cry want to Cry Chapter 3: Coma

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Warning: OOC Damian

Previously: Alfred finds Damian and rushes the Robin to the Bat Cave for treatment. Tim finds something horribly wrong about the Robin.


Alfred sighs as he looks over the unconscious 7 year old lying in the bed. A month has passed by since he had found Damian knocked out cold in the cupboard and the younger male had yet to wake up. Tim had stated that it could possibly due to the head trauma Damian had sustained but the butler had suspected it could be more especially after what the family had seen after lifting the shirt of the youngest back. The elderly male tried to rid the tremor caused by the memory of the scars as he gave the child another check over once more before pulling up the blankets and brushing the child's fringe from his face. "Please wake up soon Master Damian…the whole family needs to know that you are alright… They want the answers…even I do…" The butler gazed at the unconscious Robin once more before exiting the room; almost bumping into Dick in the process.

"Oh hey Alfred." "Master Richard, have you gotten some rest?" The younger male chuckled hollowly. "I tried Alfred but…it wasn't really working. I just…kept seeing you know…" The elderly butler sighs with understanding. "I understand, but please do try to get some rest." "Sure thing Alfred, I will check on Tim later after this. He seemed…kinda off after the whole thing…" Alfred's eyes softened, he had recalled how stunned the young teenager was when he saw Damian's back and since then, the male had been more withdrawn locking himself in his room and burying himself in work. "I will check on Master Timothy for you later." Dick wanted to retort but fell silent before flashing Alfred a grateful smile. "Thanks Al." The butler nods and leaves to check on the third youngest of the Wayne family.


With Timothy

Tim sighs as he drops the book that he had been trying to read for the past hour. The teen's mind could not focus on the contents of the book especially when it is filled with the memories of the scars he sees on the younger male's back. Tim swallows the lump that had built up in his throat. He had a great dislike…no he actually hated Damian to the very core of his being. Well, when you meet someone for the first time and get a knuckle sandwich to the face it was already a bad impression. The impression also worsened when Damian actually tried more attempts to remove him permanently. Tim's patience had literally dwindled down to zero when it came to dealing with Damian and they were constantly butting heads especially since the younger had such an attitude that made Tim wanted to bash his head on the nearest wall just trying to talk to him for a minute. He never could imagine that behind that arrogant façade and attitude that the brat could have such scars…

Tim sighs, he couldn't figure out why he didn't notice it. He is a detective. Nothing could have gotten past his eyes…not even this… Sighing once more, Tim abandons his book and regrets that he had finished all of his assignments and he has nothing left to distract him from the demon spawn's plight. Tim groans as he buried his face in his knees. Half of his mind is chiding him for reacting to such wounds as he had seen worst in his vigilante lifestyle but at the same time he was frighten at the fact that Talia would allow such wounds to be inflicted on someone especially on a child. Tim's morbid thoughts were soon interrupted by a knocking on his room door. "Come in." Alfred enters the room. "I came here to check on you Master Timothy and it seems…you are not too well." Tim sighs. "Alfred I… I've always hated Damian. I mean, he tried to kill me and even when he stopped doing that; he keeps riling me up with insults and I just…" Tim fell silent and rubs his face with a hand while Alfred remains silent.

The silence lasted for a while before it was broken by Alfred. "You are confused Master Timothy and I do not blame you for that…after all Master Damian had been the most…intolerant of your presence and have tried to do you harm on numerous occasions… I had similar thoughts as well that Master Damian was a spoiled brat to be more direct…but in the end he is a child through and through…" Tim looks up to see Alfred's gaze sadden. "He uses his arrogance to hide his loneliness and anger to hide his tears. It is shameful that a butler like me was not able to detect it earlier…" Tim watched as the elderly butler sighs, his shoulders sagging slightly but the older male straightens himself. "Master Damian…had always wanted to be accepted but…he didn't know how and when he did try…one way or another he fails either due to his tongue or other reasons…" "What other reasons?" The elderly butler glanced at his young charge. "…I'm afraid I do not know. Master Damian had always kept silent about everything…school and the Young Justice…" Tim sighs as he rubs his face with a hand. He knew that Damian's reputation among the Young Justice was unwelcome especially since Damian was just too rude for his own good at times even when he didn't mean it.

"He should be doing well in school right…?" Tim thinks as he tries to fight the bad feeling welling up in his gut while Alfred remains silent, thinking about the same thing as his young charge. Both praying hard that Damian will be alright and when he awakens that the light would be shed on to the unspoken questions surrounding the accident that happened and Damian's past.


With Bruce

"Sir…Sir… Mr Bruce!" The older male was startled out from his thoughts and finds himself facing a very worried annoyed but slightly worried secretary. "What is it?" The woman before him resisted face-palming. "Mr Bruce, I was asking if you would like to shift your meetings today to another day since you are possibly unwell." "What makes you think that way?" The secretary raised a brow. "You haven't been attentive and I have been calling you for the past few minutes. Please forgive my directness sir." The young lady immediately apologises as she recalls how her tone seemed offensive to her boss. Bruce sighs. "It's alright Cindy, I've been too unfocused as you have said…even I have realised it myself…" "Would you like me to shift the meetings to another day?" "That would be great thank you." Cindy nods and leaves the office leaving Bruce to his thoughts. The male sighs and seats back in his chair, his thoughts focused mainly on Damian. The male had no clue on how to solve his son's current situation. The bat within was insisting that it was a hoax with the child cooperating with Talia while the father in him just wanted Damian to wake up and tell him where he had gotten all those scarring on his back. Sighing, Bruce rubs his face with a hand and decides to leave early, knowing that there was no way he could finish his work with the thoughts in his head.


With Dick

"Hey Dami…the weather is pretty good today you know. Titus is still wondering where you are to take him out on his walks while Alfred the cat is roaming somewhere but she always ends up curling on your bed wondering when you will get up to pet her…" Dick pauses as he stares at his unconscious baby brother's face wishing that his brother would just wake up and scowl at him like he would do when he tries to give him a tackle hug in the morning. "…We…saw the scars on your back… Now I know well you never wanted to wear a swimsuit and why you always want to be the last one to wash up after missions..." Dick lets out a hollow laugh. "And I thought I knew everything about you…what a fool I am…" The older male desperately blinks back tears before continuing. "Well, you really need to wake up because Tim has gone rather withdrawn after he saw your scars. Alfred may seem fine but inside he is just as desperate as us to see you awake once more and Bruce… You don't need to worry about him…he is not mad at you anymore…he's been burying himself in work since it's the only way to keep him sane while he can't do anything about you lying here and me…"

Dick trails off as he gently brushes his youngest brother's hair. "I'm…staying strong but it's getting pretty hard to keep up the smiles for you… I… I just want you to wake up so that our family can be whole again… As whole…as it can possibly be without…Jason…" Dick tries to smile but in the end the dam breaks and he grips the tiny hand. "Please… Please wake up Damian… I need you…the whole family does and we can fix it together bit by bit I promise you… I promise you that…" Dick sobbed and fails to notice the hand he was gripping twitched slightly.

The day went by and Bat family continued with their life as normally as possible but it was evident that there was still tension within the family especially between Bruce and Dick. They had dinner, suited up for patrol and left while Alfred kept watch and cleaned before welcoming the family back. Soon, everyone fell asleep and awoke to another new day. Alfred is the first to awaken and he goes to check on Damian before preparing breakfast. The door swings open and the butler's eyes widens as he sees the small 7 year old sitting up in his bed, staring out of the window.

To be continued

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