He dreams of his mother's soft fingers and a loving touch that he had thought to be non-existent. His head, was in her lap, and she is humming a small tune that he recognizes but he does not know where he recognizes it from.
"Beloved, I am sorry for the pain I have inflicted upon you."
It's then that Damian knows this is an illusion because his mother would never say that out loud in front of his face, even if it were true.
"It is all my fault, but it's for the greater good. It's for you." She says, he doesn't make any expression or say anything but despite that he thinks his mother can hear his every thought, like he was speaking out in front of the world.

"Say something, adored."

Was it so wrong to not want to say anything? He's never disobeyed his mother before, well, not until he sided with his father willingly. If he could fly away though, he would, right at this instant.
"You tortured me."
"It was for you." She reminds him, he scoffs.
"You put something in my blood. I did not act like myself. " He says.
"It was for you." She repeats, now he's getting pissed off. None of this was for him, it was for HER! He just knew it! He loved his mother, he really did, but this was just going too far.

"How was any of this for me?"
He tries to get up but that is when he realizes he can't even move an inch. Was this a hallucination as well? A drug? A hallucination caused by a drug? Or even a dream? He was going to find out whether he liked it or not apparently.
"It was all for you Damian. You will take up the league of assassins, and you will lead us all. All for you. This is all for you."
"Has it ever occured to you mother-" He spat "That I don't want to be a leader of a group of assassins? I want nothing to do with you."

She frowns.
"What you say, cannot be true."
He growls.
"Everything I say is true, I am not a liar mother, unlike you."
She narrows his eyes and promptly glares at him, she tightens her fist around his hair and he grunts in little pain. It was almost as if she wanted to pull his hair out.
"Damian everything I do for you- I- why do you not-..." She can't seem to form any words over her anger, and she pushes him off of her lap where he rolls over face down onto the ground.
"This is where you will be if you do not follow me Damian, on the ground. You will be eating the dirt off of my shoes. I have trained you better though Damian, I expected more."

"Some mother you are."
He tries to look up, but he can't. He knows that voice though, it's Dick this time. He realizes that he never really got to spend any quality time with Dick after all of this, but what does it matter anymore? He was here now. It was relief that he felt wash over him.
"Oh? You think you could better?"
"Hah. Yeah. What's it to you?"
His mother growls like a lion, probably dream induced.
"You could never be able to handle Damian like I do."

Was he some kind of object to her? He just wants to get away from her, get away from everyone, but he had already tried that earlier and he had ended up wandering home in pain.
Wait- wandering home? Was he in the Wayne Manor already? Didn't realizing your dream as… well… a dream usually cause people to wake up by now?
"You monster-" Dick hisses, this isn't like the Dick he knows. Dick doesn't hiss.

"Oh my go-..."
Dick glances at Tim, who happens to be staring at Damian lay on a straight metal table in the batcave, certainly this was a sight to behold.

"I mean, he's always been such a little brat but this..."

Dick nods his head soberly. Man, he could really use a drink now.
"He came in Tim, saying weird stuff, I don't know what's going on. But-" He continues, "I did see some weird fluid in his system. Which I mean in his blood. It's something like... I dunno' poison? I haven't fully speculated it yet, but it's still nothing I've ever seen before."
Yay. A poison the family hadn't seen before. This was just great. Note the sarcasm ladies and gentlemen.

The two brothers turn their attention to Damian immediately, because of a groan that had escaped his mouth. It was something, to know that he was still breathing, and to hear something come from was definitely lifting their hopes up, almost letting them forget the fact that he was poisoned.

"Guys."

It's Jason this time.

"Bruce is coming. He's almost here, actually."

Oh man. They were going to be in big trouble. This was not exciting news, seeing as how Damian had finally returned to them completely delusional. Bruce would not be happy. Not. At. All.
"His timing couldn't be better." Tim mumbles. Dick turns to look at the both of them, and for the first time he doesn't know what to do.
"On a more, positive note..." Jason quips, "Barbara called, said she found the kidnappers. They're part of the league of assassins, and they're hanging out in a warehouse near the docks."

Maybe... Dick thinks... if they could find these kidnappers and interogate them... they would tell them everything that happened. That sounded logical did it not? Tim was more of the detective out of the four brothers, but still it sounded like a good idea. Perhaps they could even find a cure for Damian.
"I'll go." Dick volunteers. Jason nods. "I'm going too."
Tim is the only one who's raising a brow.
"Then... who will stay with Damian?"

Both brothers look at him.
"Wa- No. I'm going with you guys, I'm not going to stay here and babysit the demon brat."
Jason grins.
"C'mon Timbo."

Tim sighs in defeat.
"Fine, I'll talk to Stephanie while I'm at it and find the best and easiest way to break this all to Bat."

Sounded like a plan.

My gosh. I don't know how any of you still follow me anymore but thank you. I'm not the best writer, and I've found myself busy of late so I apologize.
Sorry for grammar and spelling mistakes. I own nothing.