For the last day of September, I give you an update.

Dick carefully opened the door and slowly entered the house. He made it home without any issues, but that wasn't what he was thinking about. The manor seemed quiet, but Dick had a feeling that it wasn't going to last. Not to mention the lingering suspicion of the inevitable lecture. Being gone for as long as he was, Dick expected it. He scanned the floor, looking for any signs of life.

"Dick!" Jason's voice called.

Bruce and Jason anxiously approached him, moving so quickly that Dick didn't have the chance to escape. Bruce's hands clamped the sides of Dick's face as Bruce examined his eldest child intently. His observation clouded Jason's view of Dick.

"Are you okay?" Bruce frantically asked.

"I'm fine." Dick replied, not entirely expecting this reaction.

"What were you thinking? Running off like that. I was so worried."

Dick thought for a moment, recalling William's request. The secret he agreed to keep. He had to think of a story to explain his overnight absence quick.

"I just wanted to get some fresh air. Was starting to get a little cabin fever and needed to get out. It started to rain so I stayed the night at the Rose Hotel. I thought you'd be okay with it. I'm sorry."

Dick was pleased with his response. It wasn't a total lie. It just didn't include is relative. As arms wrapped around his frame, he realized just how worried Bruce was.

"Don't scare me like that again."

Jason cleared his throat, drawing their attentions to him. He wasn't as anxious as Bruce, holding onto a stern sense of intrigue.

"I believe we agreed to talk to him about something." Jason reminded.

Bruce sighed, recalling his and Jason's agreement. He released Dick patting him on the back.

"Can you go to the study? We do have something to talk about."

"Okay."

Dick ran to the study, giving no attention to Jason and Bruce. Bruce didn't immediately follow him, watching him go.

"You don't believe him, do you?" Jason inquired.

"I don't know." Bruce sighed. "On the one hand, I want to believe that he had a subconscious memory with this venture."

"What do you mean?"

"When Dick was younger and when we had a big argue, he used to wander off. The Rose hotel became a sanctuary, since he was a minor, and couldn't legally leave my care. He usually returned that night or the next day."

Jason wasn't sure if he should be jealous or concerned about that bit of history. It gave Dick freedom that he never had at that age, but he wasn't sure if that was the best method.

"But on the other hand, I can't help but feel like there's something he's not telling us."

Jason understood the sentiment.

"Well he's home now." Jason stated. "For now, I wouldn't worry too much about it. We've got other things to attend to."

Dick was curiously watching Bruce and Jason. He impatiently waited to find out what they wanted to talk about. His eyes bounced between Bruce and Jason, who sat across from him.

"Do you remember why you're here?" Jason asked.

"Because I was visiting Bruce." Dick tried to recall. "Or at least that was Bruce said."

Bruce sighed. Breaking the news wasn't going to be pleasant. Especially since he was the one who was a little less than honest.

"Well, that wasn't entirely the truth." Bruce admitted.

"What do you mean?"

"It's been a little over three months now that hasn't exactly been spent on vacation time."

Dick looked at him confused. Jason knew he had to step in and get to the point.

"A few months ago, you were abducted by a guy named Slade Wilson, or Deathstroke as his clientele knows him." Jason filled in. "He was an assassin without an eye that you knew since your Titan days." Jason huffed. "Anyways, he abducted you, beat you, and tried to make you into his apprentice. You escaped, but not without sustaining injury. Bruce and I agreed to care for you, but then you got captured again. This time sustaining emotional trauma on top of getting stabbed through the feet. You've been recovering ever since. Until you took a tumble down the stairs."

Horror was the only thing to surface on Dick's face. Jason's blunt honesty wasn't subtle. Nor was it kind. Dick was on the verge of tears.

Bruce approached Dick, gently grabbing his shoulders. As far as Bruce was concerned, this proved that Dick wasn't ready for such trauma.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Dick asked.

Bruce was surprised that Dick asked that. It was expected, but Bruce didn't think that Dick would question why.

"I didn't want to overwhelm you." Bruce replied. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"I've been kidnapped plenty of times before as Robin, what made this different?"

As true as that statement may have been, it wasn't the one Bruce wanted to hear. What Dick went through this time was different.

"You were traumatized. Too traumatized. The nightmares. The damage. The self-inflicted blame. I couldn't stand the thought of you suffering." Bruce wrapped his arms around Dick, with the intention of comforting him. "I'll admit, it may not have been entirely right to hide it from you, but it was the only way I could keep you away from it."

Dick shifted positions in his sleep. Bruce told Jason that they were not to bring up Dick's memories unless prompted to. Much to Jason's dismay and Dick silent trouble. Vibrating startled him, waking him up in the process. Dick put a hand beneath his pillow pulling his phone out from underneath. Turning it on, he realized he had gotten a text.

Meet me tomorrow night in Gotham Central Park. I wish to see you and would like to address a few things. Plus, I think you could use a little training.

W.C.

Dick's face remained tiredly blank, but he was kind of happy to hear from his relative. Even though he did kind of question how he got his number without Dick texting first. What Dick did know, was that he didn't want to keep him waiting.

I'll see you then.

I did use Breaking You as a memory. I will probably have it addressed more into in the next chapter.