Bruce watched the taxi come up to the drive-way. With a hug, Bruce wished him good-bye and a safe trip. The taxi soon left as quick as it came, only making Bruce sigh.
Shaking his head, he made his way to the batcave to call Tim.
"Batman to Red Robin."
"Red Robin present."
"Come back to base. Circumstances have arised."
"Alright. Is it about the Scarecrow?"
"No. I can explain when you come back."
"Alright. Red Robin out."
Damn it. I have to do this quickly...Ugh, I really hope Damian isn't in a mood. He went back up stairs and walked up to Damian's room. He cleared his throat.
"Um...Damian?"
Bruce listened but got no response. He knocked on the door a couple of times.
"Damian, I'm gonna come in...okay?"
The door slowly creaked opened and Bruce peered in from behind the door.
"Hey, silly, what'cha doing?" Bruce's eyebrows bunched together at the sight he saw. Damian lay on the floor staring at the ceiling.
"Nothin'"
"Nothin'?" Bruce crouched down next to Damian.
Bruce cleared his throat again. "Um...you hungry?"
Damian shrugged.
"Well... um, maybe we could go downstairs and eat, well, if, I...well, downstairs and eat?," Bruce stumbled.
Damian glared into his eyes.
"Naimad said I shouldn't."
"Na-i-mad?"
"Yeah."
"Who is Na-i-mad?"
"Father, it's Naimad."
Bruce shook his head.
"Can you try to eat something? Alfred made chicken that we can re-heat, or we have some fruit."
Damian thought a moment.
"I...can I have the fruits?"
"Yeah."
"Wait, oh, well maybe not. No... I want the fruit?"
"Um..." What is going on? "Yeah, whatever you want."
Bruce reached over and touched Damian's forehead; he heard Damian sigh at the touch. His forehead was boiling.
"Your hand is cool."
"Your forehead is hot."
The both looked at each other, before a small smile reached both of their mouths.
"Lets go downstairs, you can eat something and then up to bed."
Damian slowly got up. Bruce noticed his sluggish movements and frowned. Is this beacause he is sick or is it because...because... I hit him. I HAVE to say something, but how...should I do it now? Or maybe when he's tired. Yeah. When he's tired.
Shutting Damian's bedroom door, he saw Tim by the hallway.
"Hey, where's Alfred?"
"His cousin, Letty died. He left a little while ago."
"Oh. Um...is ...uhh.. Damian cool?"
"What?"
"He didn't seem cool earlier, like, because I 'tattled' on him."
Bruce gave a chuckle. "Let me get this right. Your asking if Damian is, ,'cool', because you quote, 'tattled'?"
Tim nodded.
"Damian seems..."What should I say? Is he okay? "Damian is, fine. Are you joining us for dinner."
"So...the news was about Alfred?"
"Yea. Dinner?"
"Damian's cool?"
"Yes. Dinner?"
"And-"
"Tim, are you joining us with for dinner?" What the hell is happening to everyone?
"Are you feeling alright, Tim?"
Tim shrugged.
"Well, then head up to bed. Damian will go after dinner is done."
"Okay." Tim walked off and Bruce shook his head. What is up with everyone?
A/N: SAT is this week so I'm gping to try to uppate Saturday or Sunday. Also, I want Talia in this. I don't know when she will come in, but soon. I care about what you guys think so does anyone want to see Nightwing/Dick or Superman/Clark?
