The following morning found Dick still sitting beside Gabriel's bed asleep when Alfred came in. "Master Dick."
Stirring in his sleep Dick woke up with a crick in his neck. "Morning Alfred," he whispered glancing over at his cousin. "How's the dog doing?"
"He has managed to make it through the night sir, Master Bruce went out about an hour ago to receive the food he will need along with any medical supplies. That animal trainer was sent to the hospital last night… do you know anything about that?"
Dick looked over at his cousin who was starting to wake up. "Not exactly. Batman told me to go to the Batmobile… I guess I don't have to wonder what he did. He did what I wanted to do to the man. How can someone do that Alfred?"
Standing up Dick walked over to the window and looked out at the gray sky. "Miranda's family treated the animals so good at Haley's Circus… I have never witnessed something like that!"
Alfred walked over to the boy and told him. "Master Dick, most Circus's do treat animals in such manner, the fear of the trainer is what makes them cooperate. Miss Miranda's family must have been very honorable and loving to not mistreat the animals."
"What were all of his injuries?" Dick asked turning around changing the subject. "Aside from malnourished he has suffered from several lacerations to his back and chest most of which did not require stitches. It would appear that the trainer hit him in the mouth causing trauma that made it swell like it did. He was in a state of shock when you brought him here. We called a vet this morning after bringing the dog upstairs sir, she told us what to feed him and how to care for him until he is well. Commissioner Gordon told Master Bruce that the dog is better off in our care, he was grateful that Nightwing and Batman brought him to us."
"He will make a full recovery right?"
"Yes sir, and the morning meal will be ready shortly. If you would so kindly wake Master Tim, and Master Gabriel I would much appreciate it." Alfred asked as he turned to leave.
"Damian's down with the dog isn't he?" Dick asked amused.
"Yes, he discovered the dog only this morning when he woke up for his morning training. The dog is very weak and will barely drink any water. I have tried to get Master Damian to move from the dog but it is not happening anytime soon."
Dick grinned and said. "I will talk to him."
Gathering some clothes for Gabe he woke the boy and got him dressed. Carrying him down the stairs Gabe asked. "Dickie you mad at me?"
Stopping about half way down Dick looked at the small boy shocked. "Why would I be mad at you?"
"Cause if it wasn't for me you won't have been late to go talk to Bud..." Gabe looked down and began playing with the string on his dark hoodie in a nervous manner.
Shifting the boy in his arms a little better Dick said to his little cousin. "Gabe, listen to me. What happened last night was not your fault. You did nothing wrong. That man that broke in here will never get you again. Do you want to see what we found and rescued from the circus last night?"
Nodding slightly but not meeting Dick's gaze they continued down the stairs to the living room where a pile of blankets was set near the fireplace and a large mass was laying in the middle with a watchful Damian by its side.
Setting Gabe down he walked towards the figure in question. Damian, looked up when his brother came in with Gabe.
"Grayson, the dog is doing better this morning. Father said he was in a state of shock last night when you rescued him. He also said we could keep him." Damian said as he stood up.
The mass on the blankets stirred at the two new arrivals and popped it's head up looking around. It's eyes set on the small toddler coming his way. Slowly his tail began to wag as recognition came to his brown eyes.
Gabe stopped when the dog's tail began to wag, tears welled up in his eyes as he shouted. "TITAN!" and ran for the dog throwing his arms around his neck.
Dick and Damian shared a look and Dick asked. "You know this dog, Gabe?"
Gabe stood up and he had tear tracks running down his face. "He's Titan! Daddy gave him to me when I was baby… I no think I ever see him again."
"Guess that answers the question on the dog's age," Dick commented. Alfred came in and exclaimed. "My word, whatever is wrong with Master Gabriel now?"
"Pennyworth, that dog belongs to Baby Grayson. Apparently, his father gave him the dog when he was just a baby." Damian explained.
"What's going on in here?" A new voice asked. Gabe had gone back to hugging his old friend while Damian, Dick, and Alfred turned towards Tim who had come in the room with Bruce right behind him.
Bruce put a hand on Tim's shoulder and replied. "This dog was a rescue last night, it was being abused at the circus."
"Father, it also belongs to Baby Grayson. He identified the dog as being his from infancy. He has a very good memory if he remembered him after being out of the circus for so long." Damian replied.
Gabe got off the injured dog and wrapped his arms around Dick's leg and said happily. "Tank you for saving my fwend!"
Bruce came up behind them and a low growl could be heard. Dick looked over and the dog was looking up at Bruce threateningly with his teeth bared.
Gabe turned around hearing the growl. "Oh, you stop that Titan! He no gonna hurt me. Dat is Bwuce! He and Dickie save me fwom bad guys."
It was like magic the dog silenced and stood up slowly, with a slight limp he walked up to Bruce and sniffed his hand. Bruce patted his head softly and said. "See Titan, I'm a good guy. I wouldn't hurt you or Gabe."
The dog slowly wagged it's tail from side to side and made his rounds to the other family members. He whined and rubbed his head against Dick's leg. Kneeling down Dick petted him and said. "You're welcome big guy."
"This beast knows that you are the one who rescued him?" Damian asked. Dick looked over at his youngest brother and replied. "Yeah, German Shepherds are very smart and have sharp memories. Granted he was in shock last night he still remembers that I carried him out of the circus tent. He didn't see my face but he knows my scent. And my scent is on Gabe from carrying him down the stairs and holding him last night."
"Understood." Was the only word that came out of Damian. Tim knelt down and talked to the dog. "So boy, what do you think of this crazy family so far?"
Titan panted happily and wagged his tail, walking over to Tim he licked him in the face then gave yip as he danced around.
"Dats hims gotta go dance. Daddy says if he does it run out wif him." Gabe informed everyone.
Bruce called Titan to follow him as he leads the dog outside. "Ah cripes! Dick! Tim! Damian get that damn fox!"
They all heard the sound of nails on the hardwood as Bruce darted out the door with Titan and left the front door open. Tim, Dick, and Damian ran after the fox who kept running around the house wildly. Alfred held Gabe so he would not get hurt by the stampede that was now the older boys.
"My word, how could a fox end up in the Manor?" Alfred asked Tim as he ran by for the third time. "He darted in the door when Bruce opened it!" Was the shouted reply.
Damian stopped by the front door when his father and Titan came back inside. "Father, might I make a suggestion on how to capture the creature currently running wild in our home?"
"Anything," Bruce answered.
Walking in front of Titan Damian told him. "Titan, go find that fox and get him out of here."
The young dog tilted his head at Damian for a moment before the fox came bounding into the room again. With renewed energy and strength Titan took off running after the fox. Within moments Titan had the little fox out the front door. Damian looked up and said. "Father, I believe I solved the fox problem, did you happen to buy him any treats?"
Bruce picked up one of the Petsmart bags that was by the front door and took out a box of large dog treats. Taking a treat out of the box Titan looked at him curiously, if not slightly fearfully as well. Dick watched with concern as his surrogate father knelt down to give the treat. Titan gave it a hesitant sniff before barely taking it in his teeth and backing away ducking his head.
Titan watched the man for a moment before backing up further near the steps and ate the treat watching Bruce with caution.
Bruce felt a lump form in his throat as he looked over at Dick. "I think treats were used in his abuse, you can tell by his reaction."
Dick rarely saw Bruce express emotion but he knew the man hated seeing anything or anyone abused. Bruce looked over at Dick and told him. "At least justice was served to that man."
Dick mumbled softly. "Yeah, in more ways than one..."
Bruce sent him a warning look as he picked up the bags and carried them to the kitchen. Titan looked up from finishing up his treat as the family walked out of the room. With curiosity in his eyes he followed them, he stood in the kitchen while the humans were talking.
Alfred had placed Gabe in a high chair and was watching over the boy as he ate his breakfast. Dick sat down beside him as Tim sat across and Bruce along with Damian sat on either side of him and Tim. Dick looked over at Bruce and asked carefully. "So how long's that guy gonna be out for?"
Bruce knew what Dick was referring to. "Probably about a month, give or take a couple weeks."
Damian looked between his father and brother asking. "What happened last night?"
Dick saw the warning look Bruce was giving him and spoke up quietly. "Tell ya in the cave Little D."
The family was silent for the rest of the meal, Titan laid down near the kitchen door out of the way and watched everyone.
Dick cleaned Gabe up after the boy was finished with his breakfast and meet his father and brothers in the Batcave with Titan behind them. Bruce brought up the recording from the interrogation they all listened to it. Titan kept growling low at the voice displayed but no one stopped him.
Gabe sat on Bruce's lap while the recording rolled. He suddenly giggled.
"What do you find so funny about this Baby Grayson?" Damian asked from where he stood to his father's left.
"Not my circus! Not my monkeys!" The young boy laughed as he repeated what was said on the recording.
Tim chuckled and responded. "Oh brother, we have a regular comedian. Hope he never says that in public or everyone will know you two were there."
Bruce told Gabe softly. "Now Gabe, if you want to stay with us while we listen to this, you are going to have to be a good boy and be quiet."
"Not my monkeys!" Gabe replied laughing.
Dick told the boy firmly. "Robin doesn't laugh when listening to a recording of an interrogation. No matter what is being said. Now if you do not listen and follow directions then you will go upstairs and take a nap."
"No Nap!" Gabe said loudly.
"Then hush and listen to the recording," Dick told him flatly. Gabe closed his mouth then and remained silent for the rest of the time.
Bruce looked up at Dick and told him when the recording ended. "I want to interrogate him again, he seems to be very hesitant about giving out information. But Gabe's surgery is tomorrow morning and he is supposed to go to the hospital tonight. So, Tim, you and I will go after Bassinger, Damian you can either stay here or go with Dick."
Dick knew exactly why he gave his brother those choices. Damian looked displeased at the options and replied. "Father, why can I not accompany you to the circus?"
"Because I said so," Bruce replied sharply. Frowning Damian told him. "Not good enough Father. Why Drake? Why can I not go?"
"Damian just..." Dick put a hand on Bruce's shoulder cutting him off. "Little D, last night after I captured Zep… he uh, he got talkative. He told me that Gabe is not the only child in this house he is after anymore."
Damian's scowled deepened if that was even possible and he asked hotly. "Why? I have nothing to do with that blasted circus! This is unfair! Why am I a freaking target!"
"Damian Wayne, you need to calm down right now. It's no one's fault that his happened. We can not afford for anything to happen to you. So either you stay here so Tim and I can find out what is going on or go with Dick. But I will not tolerate you raising your voice just because we say something you don't like. You are 10 years old, still a minor child in the states eyes. You will choose where you go for the evening or I will choose for you. And believe me, you don't want that." Bruce told the boy in a no-nonsense tone.
"What if I don't do what you choose? Why in the hell would I want to go to the hospital anyway? Grayson will be with that baby! Drake can go with him! I want to go with you." Damian told his father defiantly.
Tim and Dick shared a look and backed up from where they stood as Bruce got to his feet handing Gabe off to Dick. Damian backed up as his father pushed the chair back and stood before him.
"It is not fair Father, that I have to go somewhere just because I have a bounty on my head! What if Mother tries to come back to get me? What are you going to do then? Hide me down here?" Damian told him flatly.
"Not my circus, not my monkeys!" Gabe shouted at the two. Dick gently covered his mouth and said. "Shh, Gabe."
Damian looked over at Gabe then back at his father. "The child is right, it's not my circus! So that means it's not my problem."
Taking a deep calming breath Bruce looked over at his elder sons and said. "Would you please excuse us?"
Not being told twice both boys plus Titan took off for the stairs two at a time back to the Manor. Tim and Dick knew the consequences of arguing with Bruce as well as raising your voice during an argument.
Damian watched his older brothers leave then looked up at his father. "I do not see the point in this argument, I have the right to choose where I go. Mother trained me to never be a quitter. So if I sit this out then I am who she is against. She loathes quitters."
"I am not telling you to be a quitter Damian! I just want you to listen to me. Is that so hard?" Bruce asked him reaching the end of his patience.
Frowning deeply the boy began to yell obscenities and threats. Bruce could feel a lump forming in his throat at the only possible way to get his stubborn son to listen to him...
20 minutes later Dick and Tim were sitting on the couch watching a Bruce Lee movie when Damian came into the room. Titan popped his head up from where it had been resting on his paws at the young boy who entered the room. Decided it wasn't an intruder he laid his head back down and laid on his side.
Damian stopped directly in front of Dick and told him firmly. "Father informed me I am to accompany you and Baby Grayson to the hospital this evening."
Walking away from his eldest brother he went to sit down, trying to stay off his bottom he sat on his legs in several different positions. Not knowing that he had eyes watching him.
Dick didn't miss the way Damian could not find a way to sit on the chair he chose to be on. After a few moments of letting the boy suffer Dick told him. "In the closet in the hall, there's an old beanbag chair that I used to drag out to sit on after having 'talks' with Bruce. It was more comfortable to sit on afterward."
Getting the gist of what Dick was saying the boy got up wordlessly and got the preferred chair and sat near Dick and watched the movie without comment. The boy fell asleep within moments.
Gabe was sitting between Dick and Tim fast asleep when Bruce came upstairs and into the living room. There he found Damian asleep on the beanbag chair, Gabe asleep between Dick and Tim who were still watching a movie.
Leaning over the back of the couch Bruce whispered to Dick as to not wake the two sleepers. "Dick, come with me a minute."
Nodding he stood up and followed his surrogate father from the room. Once to the first-floor study Bruce shut the door. "Did Damian tell you that he is to go with you tonight."
"Yeah, he didn't sound too happy about it," Dick replied back.
Bruce sat in his chair behind his desk as Dick sat in front of him. "You should know by now I hate corporal punishment, but he was out of control and not listening. I think it has always hurt me more than the child when I have to resort to it."
Dick shook his head and said. "You've used it three times on me and twice on Tim. I know it doesn't feel that great, but we are not damaged by it. Pride hurts more than anything else. And you don't do it hard enough to leave any visible marks that is the main thing."
"I'd never do that anyway. That would be crossing a line and taking my anger out on him. But anyway the reason I wanted you in here. Tonight after I drop you and Gabe off at the hospital I want you to keep a close eye on Damian. I am worried that something is going to happen to him. More so than Gabe at this point..." Bruce told him.
"Paternal instincts acting up again? Or Bat-instincts?" Dick asked thoughtfully.
Thinking for just a moment he replied. "Paternal, I just have this feeling I can't explain it… I don't think it's just Zucco that we are facing. There are too many things that just don't add up."
"Do you think Talia is behind this? Or Ra's al Ghul?" Dick asked honestly.
"It's possible, but why use the circus?"
"Maybe it's a distraction from what they are really doing? You know, a copycat crime. They could be copying my parent's murder to distract us from what they are up to or trying to get to you by using me and Damian." Dick offered.
"Damian has been with me for nearly a year now. What is the point of coming after him after all this time?" Bruce asked rhetorically.
"To maybe let you get close to him, or he gets close to you. He's a trained assassin Bruce, we don't know what they pumped into his head. He could be plotting against us right now and we wouldn't know about it. But if you think about it, they would have him infiltrate the house, and take down the members of the family one by one. If they know about my past they could use that as a distraction, and somehow Bassinger could be behind it all and we do not realize that too. It's just one confusing mess." Dick told him honestly.
Light footsteps could be heard out in the hall than a knock on the door. "Father, may I enter?"
"Speak of the devil..." Dick said very softly, which earned him a warning look from Bruce.
"I swear you have super-hearing like Superman..." Dick responded.
"Come in Damian." Bruce ignored Dick's last comment as the door opened and Damian entered.
"Is something wrong son?" Bruce asked Dick looked on questioningly. Standing up he said. "I better get a few of Gabe's things ready for tonight."
Slipping out of the room he let his brother and father have a moment.
Walking up to the desk he remained standing as he said. "Father, I apologize for my actions earlier. I should not have lost my temper in such a manner."
Bruce nodded and told his too serious ten-year-old son. "Accepted, I hate punishing any of you in such a way Damian, but you were not listening to me and I felt you were giving me no other choice."
"I know Father, I could see as much in your eyes that you did not want to punish me in such a manner either. Just know it was my pride that got hurt." Damian replied back.
"Is that why you're not sitting down?" Bruce asked amused.
"Don't push it..." Damian told him.
Bruce chuckled and stood up. "Come on, you and Dick are going to have a long night at the hospital tonight. Let's get some of your things ready to go."
Dick was packing an overnight bag for Gabe when Damian came into the nursery and watched his brother for several minutes before asking. "Grayson, how are you going to hide it? His short arm?"
"How do you mean? When?" Dick asked, taken off guard.
Damian sat on the toddler bed and told him. "When Baby Grayson becomes Robin, you gave him permission to have the title. Even though I think it should be my choice, not yours to make."
Dick put several of Gabe's pull-ups in the diaper bag and turned back to his brother. "Dami, I was the first Robin. Bruce didn't recruit me. When I was younger than you are now my mother gave me that nickname. So, when I demanded to help Bruce defend the city he told me I would need a name. So, I chose Robin. Joker tagged 'Boy Wonder' to the end and it just sort of stuck with me. When Tim became Robin I asked him if he wanted to keep the title or change it. He wanted to keep it, so Robin flew once again. You have a choice Damian, you can tag on another word to Robin like Tim did or come up with something else altogether. But Batman is always going to need his Robin beside him, it's how it's been for years now. Even when Bruce and I had a falling out years back Tim kept the mantel but added Red to the beginning. So the child Robin was retired until you came along. But to answer your other question about Gabe's arm, I have designed a new Robin costume that will hide it completely. Alfred is helping me make it, I thought about changing the name to Boy Wonder instead of Robin, but I thought that would be too corny."
Damian scoffed and said. "Really Grayson? Like being named after a bird isn't corny enough?"
"Oh hush and get Gabe's PJ's out of the drawer," Dick told him playfully.
Getting up Damian walked over and pulled out a couple pair of pajamas. "What was he like?"
"Who?" Dick asked when Damian didn't turn around from the chest of drawers.
"Father, was he strict with you?"
Dick walked over and took Damian's arm gently and lead him to the rocking chair. Sitting down he made Damian face him.
"Is this because of earlier?"
"He's never done that before..."
"Spanking is a part of life Damian, parents do it all the time to the one's they love. If the parents truly love their child they will feel guilty about dishing it out. He almost cried the first time he did it to me, here I was shocked and crying myself when I noticed he had tears in his own eyes."
Damian was silent for a moment. Then asked. "What did you do?"
"To what, get in that much trouble? I ran away, you see, Bruce wasn't around much when I first came here. He worked all hours in the night as Batman and all day long as a CEO. I had no idea about Batman at the time. I had a nightmare one night, couldn't find Alfred, or Bruce. I went back to my room and started thinking… I got real angry with both of them and felt they would be better off without me. So that night I walked right out the front door, planning on never returning. Once I got to Gotham The Joker kidnapped me, and Batman rescued me but not before giving me an ear full once he took down Joker. He told me to get in the Batmobile since authorities had no clue I was missing from Wayne Manor and I had no clue he was Batman I didn't know what to think. We got to the Batcave and that's when he told me who he was. I got angry and said a lot of words and raised my voice at him. At first, he thought I was just a distraught child acting out. And maybe I was, but either way, I was out of control. So he gave me two firm swats to my backside. Needless to say, you know you've been swatted when Batman gets a hold of ya. Turns out I was hurting a lot more than I was willing to admit and that was just the icebreaker. I cried for hours after that, I heard Bruce ask Alfred if he had actually hurt me. When Alfred told him no that I was finally grieving so he wasn't as worried."
Dick was silent for a moment and then told him. "You know, now looking back. I think he helped me a lot more than he was ever willing to admit."
"Why did Zucco do what he did? Did your Mother and Father do something wrong?" Damian asked curiously.
"No, Zucco was just taking his anger out on them. I got caught in the cross-fire when Pop Haley refused to pay him 'protection money'. Zucco put a bounty on my head because I was the only surviving Grayson and witness. You know most of this story, Bruce told it to you."
"I know, it's just that, I want to understand what is going on. Why me? Why Baby Grayson?" Damian replied with frustration lacing his words.
"That is what we want to find out, but I think there is more going on than what meets the eye. If it was really just Zucco then he would be after me and Gabe. Not you, not Tim, not Bruce… There is something we are not seeing going on here Little D. We just have to figure out what it is."
"Any theories?" Damian asked.
"A couple, but we won't discuss that until we have all the facts."
Damian nods and tells his older brother. "Thank you for this discussion Grayson."
"You're welcome, can you take Titan out for me while I get our stuff put in my car. It's been a while since anyone took him outside." Dick asks him as he zips up the diaper bag.
Watching his little brother go down the hall then to the stairs Dick walked up the hall towards Bruce's study. Without knocking he entered and said. "What did you do to that kid? Swat the respect into him? He has apologized to you and thanked me. Totally not used to this side of Damian."
Bruce looked up at Dick from where he was sitting and replied. "Nothing you have never received. Children react differently. I half expected him to lash out further, but he didn't, he was very silent when he left the Batcave. It had me a little worried honestly. Damian was probably used to worse corporal punishment coming from adults than what I gave him. I could tell that much just by his reaction. You and Tim both were silent at first too, neither of you expected me to do such an act. But Alfred raised me, and if I got out of line then 4 or 5 firm swats to the backside was given. I respect the man for it, he didn't damage me. I respect authority more now than I ever did as a young boy. I know there are consequences for actions. Damian knows this too, but, the treatment he was given is far worse than any of us could imagine. I got his attention, I know I didn't hurt him."
"Ok, just checking. He just had me shocked that's all. So maybe he will calm down a little now and stop acting like he is better than everyone else." Dick told him as he slung the diaper bag higher on his shoulder, bending down he picked up the duffle bag that had Gabe's clothes in it and headed out of the study.
Going downstairs he found Damian just coming inside, passing the younger boy he went to the living room and found Gabe still asleep with Tim dozing off as well. Chuckling at the sight he gently shook Tim's shoulder.
"Tim, hey Timmy. Come on man wake up." Dick exclaimed to his younger brother.
"Huh? Oh sorry Dick, didn't mean to fall asleep."
Dick sat on the coffee table in front of Tim and told him. "I need a favor."
"Sup, you know I would do just about anything," Tim replied.
"With Gabe recovering from surgery would you mind taking over my patrols?" Dick asked.
Shrugging Tim told him. "Sure, I was planning on it anyway."
Alfred appeared in the doorway and cleared his throat. "Master Dick, you know we have multiple chairs in the room why must you insist upon sitting on other furniture items?"
"I wasn't going to be here long Alfred," Dick said as he was standing up.
Shaking his head Alfred asked him. "Will you and Master Gabriel be joining us for dinner this evening or do you need to get to the hospital."
"I can't stay too late because I'm supposed to check him in before 5..." Dick replied back.
"Then I shall make you and him something to take with you." Came the response.
"Damian's coming too, Bruce told him too," Tim told Alfred.
Bowing his head slightly he told the boys. "Very well then, I shall prepare something for him as well."
Tim watched quietly as Alfred left them alone once again. Standing up and lying Gabe down gently he asked. "Would you like me to interrogate Bassinger again for you?"
Turning Dick replied. "No, Bruce told me he was going to. Before we found Titan he said we were going to talk about my actions but we never did."
Tim frowned then. "Your actions? What happened?"
Facing his younger brother Dick told him. "I nearly hit him last night, because he wished my uncle had not stopped him from beating Dick Grayson to death back when he was a kid. I forgot who I was for a moment. But Batman reminded me when he stopped me and ordered for us to leave."
Sitting on the back of the couch Dick let out a sigh. "I haven't lost my temper like that in a long time, Tim. Not to the point of forgetting my identity at least. I think Bruce was changing his priority when we found the dog and knowing what he had done to the animal trainer he probably felt like a hypocrite if he got on to me at that moment."
Tim was silent for a moment and then asked. "When was the last time that happened?"
"Don't wanna talk about that, but come on help me get stuff out to the car," Dick told him.
For the next several minutes the two eldest boys worked at getting things put in the car Dick was borrowing from Bruce instead of his father driving him. Getting the car seat in place he turned to Tim. "Well, looks like that is everything."
"You're going to be spending 3 days at Gotham hospital with Damian there too, are you sure you don't want holy water just in case?" Tim asked.
"He is not a demon Tim, now knock it off," Dick told him as they went back inside.
Dick knew his two younger brothers didn't get along, he wished they did. But after Damian tried to kill Tim almost one year ago who could blame him. Dick got his dinner along with his brother and cousin's and headed for the car with the other two in toe.
"Grayson, we won't have to watch the surgery will we?" Damian asked as the younger boy got buckled up in the front seat.
"No, we will be in the waiting room until he wakes up. At least that is what the doctor told me, he will have splints on both hands. They were going to do one hand at a time but to save healing time they are doing both at once. He will be fine, we will just have to do everything for him until he heals." Dick replied back as he got Gabe buckled in and got in the front seat.
Pulling out of the driveway Dick knew this was going to be a rough several weeks until his cousin was healed.
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