A/N: Damian is confused about who Dick's father is. Dick answers Damian's question (from Where Loyalty Lies), which causes Damian to rethink his place in the family. Will he be pleased?

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My Father's Eyes Are Blue

By

AJ

Part 1

Damian knocked on Dick Grayson's door, having seen that the light was still on in his room.

"Yes," Dick said, a little distracted.

"May I enter?" Damian asked.

"Sure, little brother, what can I do for you?"

"You can answer a question that has been puzzling me."

"What's your question," Dick stated.

"You said your father's eyes were gray and yet . . . What color were your Mother's eyes?"

"Hazel Green actually. Sometimes they looked more hazel and other times they looked green."

"But why are your eyes blue?" Damian questioned.

"Because I got the color from my Dad," Dick answered.

"But you said your father's eyes were gray, I do not understand."

Dick had to smile at Daimian's eleven-year-old naivety. For all Damian's knowledge, he was still naïve about life. "Let me see if I can explain this. Even though I was born to John and Mary Grayson, John wasn't my father. He was my father where it really counted, but . . ."

"You mean your biological father was someone else?" Damian questioned. "You mean your mother gave birth to a b. . ."

". . . Don't say it, please," Dick swiftly cut Damian's last word off.

"Do you know who he is?"

"I know who my father is." Dick said. The look on Damian's face caused Dick to pause. He didn't want to hurt this kid whom he has gotten to know, so much like Bruce and yet Damian was his own person as well. It was as if he was given a special gift, watching Bruce grow up, but Damian wasn't Bruce and Bruce was back among them, learning to cope with the fact that he had a family again.

"So, tell me."

It's rather complicated," Dick said. He moved to his desk and pulled out the papers that Bruce had given him when he was 15 years old. He had been ecstatic to learn the truth, but at the same time, he didn't want to hurt the memory of the father that he had known for the first ten years of his life. That was why he had chosen not to take the Wayne name, but maybe it was about time that he did.

"Um, my father . . . see he . . . took me in . . . without knowing who I was either."

"WHAT?" Damian's eyes narrowed. What was Grayson saying? That his father was . . . no it couldn't be. He was Bruce Wayne's son. His mother told him. Grayson couldn't . . . "You're lying."

'Well, that went well,' Dick thought. He knew that Damian might not believe him, so he kept the papers that Bruce had given him. "Here, read it for yourself," Dick handed Damian the folder containing the information.

Damian's eyes scanned the sheet. 99.99% He looked up at Dick Grayson, his eyes wide then he dropped them on the floor. 'I . . .I'm not the heir,' he thought. 'No . . . this can't be happening.' Damian raced out the door, trying get away from his big brother. 'I have to think.'

"DAMIAN WAIT!" Dick raced to the door, but the littlest Wayne was gone.

Continues with Part 2