"Master Bruce, I have lunch," Alfred called as he approached the master of Wayne manor.

"Thank you Alfred. You can leave it there," Bruce gestured to the spot that already held a tray with a cloche.

Alfred cleared the spot. "Have you even eaten?" He asked lifting the dome to see only a few bits of fruit missing and the cup of coffee missing. "It's still hot, I suggest eating now."

"Safe house five," Bruce said leaning back in his chair and interlocked his fingers. He was in his Batman costume sands the cape and cowl.

"I beg your pardon sir?"

"The boy's are going to need a place to keep Dick safe. I know they don't want to tell me, not yet. But I still want-need to help them. I am going to tell the boys that I'm closing it…hopefully they will use it for Dick. Tim is smart he should see the potential. I may risk showing my hand by offering them this gift," Bruce sighed. "But, it will be the safest place for him. It's just on the outskirts of Gotham. Far enough from the city, but close enough for…the boys to keep an eye on him."

"And you sir."

"And me…" Bruce agreed. "I'm going to call the boys."

Time was getting tight. There was only so long all three of them could be away from Gotham before Bruce were to notice something up was up. They didn't tell their teams where they were, yet both Jason and Tim used them as a front for they time away from Gotham. Damian simply left with no word to anyone.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Tim asked as he spun his chair around to face his two brothers, a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Yeah, doesn't that safe house as a cell?" Jason asked while polishing his Red Hood helmet.

"More like a secure room to house the laser and other weapons Batman uses to blow holes in building and stuff, but if we move the stuff out of there it would work!" Tim smiled thinking.

"It would work. It would be perfect!" Damian looked up from sharpening his katana blade, a brief movement of excitement spread across his face, but he quickly his his emotion.

"You don't think Batman knows…you know about Dick yet?" Jay questioned their luck.

"Tt. If Father knew, he would have been angry and ordered us home. He wouldn't be giving us chores to do." Damian said.

"Yeah, but don't you think this is a little coincidental?" Jay raised an eye brow looking at his two brothers.

"No. Damian's right The safe house would be perfect," Tim nodded before taking a sip of his coffee.

Jason smirked, "Bet you never thought you'd be saying those words, now did ya?"

Damian glared at him.

"Hm," Tim muttered as he stood up and walked away from the pair to the control station.

Jason rolled his shoulder looked over at the sleeping quarters. "You're up for guard duty next, Spawn. I'm going to try and catch a few Z's before we gather up Goldie and head out of here."

Damian rolled his eyes and headed towards Grayson's cell without complaint. Watching over Grayson never bothered him, after all the young man had done for him.

Damian was sitting on the ground absorbed in thought. They didn't really think everything over, sure they had Dick back, but they didn't think over where they would take him until he was of his own mind once again, that was until his father called informing them he wanted to clear out a safe house. It seemed to perfect, but could be his father was grieving in his own way.

He felt his eyes closing, but they quickly snapped open, strangle enough it was not because he heard noise but because he heard nothing. Dick had been making noise non stop since. He looked at his brother to see him unmoving on the ground. His heart sunk, he had heard of rare instances where the Pit failed, could this have happened to his beloved brother? He just got him back! He could not lose him so soon.

Damian touched the lock. Going inside with the young man this insane would be like walking to cage with a wild lion, but he could really be hurt…or worse dead.

"Grayson?" The teen called out tentatively, he held his breath waiting for answer. "Richard, you fool, wake up this instant!" He look the key from his pocket and inserted it into the lock, keeping his eyes on his brother.

The smell and taste of blood and smoke filled the air Jason was lying on ground of an abandoned wear house. He could feel every blow as the Joker brought his crow bar down on Jason's back, then limbs breaking bones. He could feel the pain, hear the bones snapping, his heart slowing down, his vision failing, he could dimly hear laughing, oh how he hated that laughter. Then came one last whack…and he felt nothing…blackness, he couldn't hear, the malicious laughter anymore, couldn't feel his broken body, couldn't see the old wear house, couldn't smell or taste his blood.

He woke up gasping for air and in a cold sweat, his hand clenching at his heart, "Fuck…not again…" Jason grumbled. He shook his head hoping to make the lingering images disappear.

For a moment he forgot where he was. He hated this nightmare, he hated remembering what killed him. He felt vulnerable, something he didn't want his brothers to see.

"Jay?" Tim's voice was far and distance, yet it broke him from his thoughts.

"I'm fine…sorry I woke you." Jason said quickly before laying back down hoping Tim would drop the conversation.

The younger boy took the cue from his brother, "Alright I am going to relieve Damian," Tim put the book down that he was reading. He then crossed the aircraft and left.

Tim sighed once he was got outside, he was trying hard to keep it together. He knew both Jason and Damian had their inner demons for this situation, and he was going to have to be the rock of the family until Dick got his mind back. Tim never realized how hard of a job Dick had keeping the family together. Knowing what everyone to calm down and focus, that didn't end at just the brothers, it included Bruce as well.

He walked slowly to the area that held the Lazarus Pit, thinking. He kicked at a loose rock and watched it bounce. In between the bounces he could hear Dick thrashing around, but it wasn't his typical thrashing it was like he was attacking something…or someone!

Tim started to run as fast as his feet could carry him, that's when everything came into view. He watched in horror as Dick took Damian and flipped him over his head and body slammed the younger boy on the ground as if he was rag doll and then slam the boy's head to the stone floor.

Tim pulled out his phone and called Jason. "Jaybird! Cell now!" He yelled into the phone before hanging up.

Dick slammed Damian's head against the ground once again as Tim burst into the cell in attempts to save his only younger brother from his eldest brother.

"Dick, that's Damian, you know he's your brother. Your Robin!" Tim was doing his best to pull Dick off of Damian, only to have the former buck back and send Red Robin flying backwards hitting the wall hard.

Tim felt the room spin around his. He dizzily looked at Dick as he continued to pummel Damian. He staggered to his feet, he was slower than he wanted to gain composure. When he did went back to aiding Damian who was fighting to remain conscious.

Dick growled and started to chock Damian, who just working with only his right arm to struggle to free himself, but the younger boy lost his battle with consciousness and that arm too fell limp.

"Damn it Damian! You're stronger than that! Wake up!" Tim shouted.

Jason came in, with a gun drawn and shot Dick in the shoulder, this caused Dick to drop Damian immediately.

"Jay!" Tim snapped as he went to help Damian now that Dick was off of him.

"Oh shut up, it's a rubber bullet," Red Hood shouted running over to jump on Dick, "It worked didn't it?" he said as he pulled out a syringe filled with the only drug powerful enough to knock Dick out in his current condition.

Dick was now knocked out, but he wasn't the only one. Damian was lying on the floor, his face bloodied and bruised. "Damian?" Tim said gently shaking the teen for fear that he would attack him if he was awake, but no response came.

Jason took the bucket of water they had for Dick and threw it on Damian wetting Tim in the process.

"What the hell Jay!" Tim snapped.

"Is he dead?"

"No, you idiot, he's still breathing. No thanks to you." Tim rolled his eyes.

"Eh, too bad." Jason tossed the now empty bucket aside. "The Pit is right there and Dickface here is lonely."

"That's just what I want three crazed lunatics with me on the plane." Tim said evenly as he check's Damian over to asses his injuries.

"But it—hey!" Jason snapped getting what Tim meant.

Tim snickered a little as he picked Damian up into his arms. "He's going to need medical attention. I think we should bring Dick back to Gotham now. He's already got the drop on Damian and me. We will have more resources back home."

"I still can't believe Dickwad got the drop on the kid. He was being all high and mighty on knowing what happens, tells us under no circumstances to go into the cell, and what does he do? Go in! I can't wait to tell him how stupid he was!"

Tim snorted, "If you know what's good for you, I wouldn't be mentioning that when he wakes up."

"Why not? Might do his some good. Don't know if you have noticed or not, but the kid could use a heaping dose of humility."

"I've noticed," Tim said laying Damian on a gurney. "He must have landed wrong. His shoulder is dislocated.

Jason winced "Ouch. Had a few of those. Hurt like a mother…lucky he's out cold."

Tim expertly pushed the arm back into place with a soft 'pop'. "He's going to have a headache from hell when he wakes up," Tim said checking the younger boy's pupils. "Pupils are sluggish…he's got a concussion but nothing too serious."

Jason pursed his lips, "You've got blood in your hair."

Tim glanced back at him, "I've got blood in my mouth, too Dick backhanded me when I when in to help Damian."

Jason walked over to the sink and filled a cup with water and brought over another empty cup. "Here," he handed the cup to Tim who took them from his brother.

Tim took a sip of water and swished it around in his mouth and spit the blood and water mixture into the other cup. "Thanks. Anyway, you should probably get back to the cell and check on big brother dearest."

"He's fine," Jason snorted sitting down in a chair watching Tim. "He'll be sleeping off the effects of that drug for the next couple of hours."

"We agreed to not leave him alone for too long," Tim reminded him. Jason didn't reply, but stood up and moved to leave when Tim called out to him. "And if Dick says anything to you…" Jason stopped and looked back at him, "don't trust him."

Jason didn't reply he only nodded and left, shutting the door behind him. Dick was tricky as hell. They had been foolish to not remember that…But were three days enough for sanity to return after a dip in the Lazarus Pit? The answer to that lay on the gurney in front of him. Dick never would have tried to throttle Damian while in his right mind.

Tim went to get some smelling salts to help wake Damian. It was time to consider their next step. Dick wasn't to be trusted yet, but they had already been here three days. They couldn't stay here much longer. Ready or not, it was time to take Dick home to Gotham City, and Bruce's assignment might just be the perfect answer to their problem of where to keep him. Tim paused as he reconsidered his conversation with Bruce. Like Jason said, the timing was too perfect to be coincidental. He knew that it wouldn't take Bruce long to figure out what they'd done, but Tim had expected anger at their disobedience.

He grabbed a chemical ice pack for Damian to use for the back of his head as he considered the oddity in Bruce's behavior. The only answer was that they had done what Bruce wanted to do himself all along. So, why didn't he? The only reasoning Tim could come up with was for Dick to have left Bruce instructions to not try and resurrect him and that was why he had been so adamant with with them about the idea. Tim smiled. So, Bruce allowed them to get away with ignoring his orders because he got exactly what he wanted, his eldest son returned to him without having to dishonor Dick's wishes, and now, Bruce was providing them with a means of holding Dick until he could regain his sanity.

Tim was good with all that. And he'd keep Bruce's knowledge a secret from him as well. Picking up the smelling salts, Tim returned his attraction back to Damian. Time for the Demon Spawn to wake up. He waved the ammonia beneath the younger boy's nose. The reaction was immediate. Damian jerked his head away from the strong scent and groaned as his hand traveled to reach for the back of his head. His eyes opened and Tim handed him the ice pack.

"That's the best I can do for you." Tim explained, "No pain killers when you have a concussion."

"What happened?" Damian asked, sitting up with help. That he allowed Tim to help showed how dazed and weak he was.

"You don't remember?" Tim asked.

"Would I have asked if I remembered?" Damian snapped as he gingerly placed the ice pack on the back of his head.

Tim sighed as he walked over to get a sling for the younger boy's arm. "You were in the cell with Dick. I don't know why, I came to relieve you and I found Dick choking you." He took the strap of the sling and looped it around Damian's neck and then gently placed the boy's arm into the sling. "He flipped you over his head, you landed wrong, that's how you injured your shoulder. Now do you remember anything?" He took a seat next to that gurney and looked at his little brother.

Damian thought for a moment and then his eyes widened, "I-I thought he was dead…"

"What do you mean you though he was dead?" Tim asked worried that the concussion could have had more of an effect of Damian than he originally thought. "What are you talking about?"

"Grayson has been so noisy…he was quiet and laying on the ground…very still…I've heard stories that the effects of the Lazarus Pit can fail…I-I thought…Richard is cunning…he played me for a damn fool!"

"Dami, it's okay. I would have done the same."

"Well, you're fool who doesn't know better." He huffed.

"It's okay, Dick can be crafty, we all have to watch out. Jason is getting him now, we will head back to Gotham once they get back, we have more resources." Tim said he was getting restraints ready on the gurney for when Jason came back with Dick. They would have to still keep their brother sedated as he would very easily be able to break them.

Jason came in a few moments later carrying Dick. It was a peculiar sight to see both young men sporting white streaks in their jet black hair. Jason's in the front of head in his bangs. Dick's streak was above his right ear.

With Tim's help Jason got Dick strapped down onto the gurney.

"Time to go home Grayson," Damian said running his hand over the white hairs on the side of Richard's head.

Bruce sat at his computer. He had been keeping and eye on the bunker that he asked the boys to clean out via a closed circuit TV, much like the one he used to watch the boys leave on the plane. None of them, not even Tim knew about these two monitors.

The billionaire vigilante watched as Tim and Damian enter into the secret bunker and then start to clear out the weapons. Jason must have been watching Dick. The first thing Bruce noticed was that Damian's arm was in a sling, something happened.

The two youngest boys made quick work of clearing out the weapons. This was truly an under utilized safe house and for that reason the weapons were kept to a minimum. Tim remained in the safe house doubled checking that the former weapon room would make a suitable containment for Dick. The room seemed to have passed Tim's inspection and then he too disappeared.

Moments later Bruce watched as his three sons pushed a gurney that held the body of his eldest. It was clear Dick was heavily drugged, but at the stage not to the point of being unconscious.

Bruce looked at the monitor as Jason lead Dick into the cell. Bruce felt a tear slip from his eyes as he watched his two resurrected sons walk together.

"He's back…" Bruce reached out and touched the monitor.

Jason, Tim, and Damian still took turns keeping a watch over Dick. They also had a new kink added in, they needed to keep up their appearances with Bruce. This was more true to Tim and Damian and they both still lived in the manor.

Everything was going to work out, it just had to.

Jason entered the bunker, he was coming to receive Tim.

"How's Dickiebird today?" Jason asked pulling his red iPod from the pocket of his signature brown leather jacket.

"He seems to be calming down a little. I don't know if there is any weight behind it, but he seemed to calm down once I started to read to him." Tim said.

Jason snorted, "only you Replacement." He laughed a little.

"I need to get to class," Tim said. "Damian slipped off to see the Teen Titans, so it you and Dick until I get out at four.

"Hear that Dickface? Me and you all day."

Dick grunted and pounded against the door.

"I agree! It does suck." Jason fit an ear bud into his left ear, but left his right ear free to keep an ear on Dick.

Tim rolled his eyes, "Have fun you two. Dick, try not to kill him."

Jason sat down in a chair and leaned back so the chair was only resting on two legs and then when he pressed play, the song started. As always, when he was alone, he started to sing along, in his bass voice.

Your heroes will help you find good in yourself

Your friends won't forsake you for somebody else

They'll both stand beside you through thick and through thin

And that's how it goes with heroes and friends

That's how it goes with heroes and friends.

"I looked up to you Dick…I still do…" Jason said. "You're not only my hero and friend…but my brother too."

He glanced at the door, he was finally able to tell Dick something he didn't have the confidence to say to say to his elder brother when he was of his right mind.

Bruce didn't know what to expect when he went to see Dick in person for the first time. All he knew was he wanted to see his son with his own eyes. He had been watching him in his secret closed circuit TV monitor, for the past several days. Waiting for the perfect moment to slip into see his son.

He took advantage of Tim having class and Jason being off with the Outlaws on a mission. He would have brief window that he could lure Damian away with a minor task so he could visit with his eldest son.

That sounds that came from the weapons closet turned containment cell. Bruce listened as the younger man pacing, there was some hesitations in his footsteps. It sounded like he was trying to talk, but it was more so grunts and growls.

He walked over to the door and placed his hand on it. He then closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against it.

"Dick…I did as you asked. I honored your wishes and let you be. But when your brothers took you to the Lazarus Pit, I let them. I let them because…I-I missed you

I could have stopped them. Maybe I should have, but if you decide to blame anyone for this later on…You can just go ahead and blame me.

I've had time to think back on my time with you and I realized I screwed up a lot with you. I regret those arguments and my stubbornness that kept us apart. You deserved better than to be my foot soldier. Despite that, I'll never regret taking you in, only that it took me so long to make you my son in truth. Although, you always my son on my heart.

I promise, this time will be better for you. You hardly need a father anymore. You've grown into a fine man, one I can be proud of, but I'd like to try. And not just you, but all your brothers, even Jason.

Welcome home, son, and try to remember…I love you."

Bruce turned to leave. He knew one of the boys would be be back soon. They didn't leave Dick alone for long. He took one last look at the door, this time there was silence behind it.

Dick was pounding on the door. He wanted to get out. In his fit of rage he could hear a familiar voice speaking. It wasn't one of the three he'd heard all along.

He stopped pounding so he could listen better. Why was this voice familiar?

"I love you too dad…" the words felt foreign on his lips.

A/N: ...And Bruce saw Dick *o*

Also, what did you think about Jason's little hidden talent? The song is Heroes and Friends By Randy Travis (yes Jaybird is a closet country boy. Take a listen to this song and you will see why I picked it.

Thanks so much for all the support I have gotten on this fic so far, it really makes me excited to keep writing this fic. I love hearing from you so keep it coming!

Big shout out to my friends over at Batman Writers Unite on Facebook who help me out when I am staring at my computer forgetting simple English words or wonder what type of music Jason would secretly listen to.