Seeing as early Saturday mornings seems to get more responses, another update now! I know people wanted nightmares, but not that night, they were all too tired. But there is something here people requested, a bit. Got a bit of a pickle here I haven't quite addressed yet and I want your guy's opinion on it. I'll ask at the end. Enjoy! Day two starts... NOW!

Fixing Damian

Ch. 13 – Breakfast and Scarred Secrets

Dick didn't like being woken up while it was still dark out. He liked seeing the sun rise and all that, but preferably he'd like to wake up with the sun rising in his window on weekends. Or whenever he had the chance. With the cave shut down for the next couple days, he'd thought he'd get that chance.

No one told Timmy. "Dick? Are you awake?"

"I am now." Blearily the teen opened his eyes, trying and failing to remember his dream. There was a hot redhead in it. Then he looked at the kid at the side of his bed, wondering when he got in there. The acrobat usually woke up when someone else came in, unless it was Bruce, or Alfred. He must have been really tired or used to Timmy if he didn't notice. Or the kid was really that good at sneaking around. Hard to tell when you're asleep.

The boy fidgeted next to his bed, pouting. "Sorry."

"Sokay. Something you need?" Each room had its own bathroom and a cup so he could get late night drinks, so it couldn't be that. What time was it anyway? The kid kept fidgeting, biting his lip as he second guessed his actions. Dick sighed as he saw the clock. Six thirty-seven. Fun. No wonder the kid was so anxious about waking him.

It took a while but Timmy finally spoke, softly. "I wanted to go down stairs to the kitchen for breakfast and my shows, but its dark and I don't know how to get there."

"Ah." Dick stretched out a bit, waking his body up a bit more so he could help out. The unspoken request was quite understandable. He didn't like the dark when he was little either, and the manor was huge. Timmy never stayed there overnight before. "Gimme a sec."

"Sorry I woke you up." A slight begging pout escaped the kid's voice as he sat up. The teenager gave him a confused look. Come to think of it, he never spent the night at the Drakes either. He had no idea what the kid did in the morning. For all he knew, Timmy made himself cereal and watched Pokémon at the crack of dawn. It was either that or infomercials at this hour. Been a bit since he had time for cartoons.

"No big deal." It really wasn't. He hadn't slept like that in a while. Kind of nice not having nightmares and getting nine hours for once. Dick slid out from under his covers and grabbed his robe while slipping into some slippers. Alfred would throw a fit if he appeared in just pajamas (plus it was colder than he liked outside his bed) and they were the Superman ones. "Forgot to set my alarm anyway.

"Aren't you cold in just that?" He looked over the boy, just wearing the green pajamas the teen had put him in the previous night. No slippers, no robe, and… weren't those goosebumps?

Immediately the kid shook his head, lying through his teeth. "Nope. Let's go get breakfast!"

"Uh huh…" He gave the kid a disbelieving look before grabbing a throw blanket and wrapping him in it. Timmy gave a surprised squeak, making Dick giggle. "It's okay to say you're cold Timbo. This place gets a little chilly first thing in the morning. So, what shows are we watching?"

"Nova!"

He blinked at the kid. Nova? "Ah… no. How about Looney Tunes? Animaniacs? Histeria? Ben 10? Even Strawberry Shortcake would be better." Seriously, even the latest group of Power Rangers was preferable to Nova. He did not want to fall asleep in his cereal.

Timmy pouted for a moment before nodding. "Okay…"

That was not a really happy 'okay', making Dick fret a little. "Seriously, you like Nova?"

"It's good," the boy explained, shrugging. "You learn stuff and they don't scare people."

The teen hunched over, thinking it over. Nova was boring, great to watch on lazy afternoons and pass out on the couch for. But the kid liked learning. What could he… In an instant a light exploded in his head. "Bill Nye the Science Guy!" Timmy cocked his head, confused. "He's funny, teaches you things, and he's on reruns lately. You'll love him."

"Is he really good?" He cocked his head to the side, blinking at him owlishly.

Dick just grinned and took his hand, getting off his bed at last. "How about you see him for yourself?"

It was a good thing Alfred was always up before the crack of dawn. He had breakfast cooking before the two had entered the kitchen, and it definitely wasn't cereal. The smell of bacon, pancakes, eggs, and fresh orange juice was the best thing in the world to wake up to. Dick was tempted to have Timmy bring Bruce breakfast in bed, at least until he remembered what hour the man usually woke up at on his days off (a very rare occurrence, usually brought about by serious injuries or a lady in the house). And even the cutest kid in the world wouldn't want to see the man's bedhead first thing in the morning if you weren't expected.

They were nearly done with their meal when a sweaty, shirtless with a towel draped across his shoulders, Lil D walked in, running a hand through his hair. He scowled when he saw Dick and Timmy having a good time at the kitchen table. "What are you two doing here? You should be training Grayson."

"Good morning to you too bro." Despite the kid's sour disposition, the teen felt that 'with me' was somewhere implied in that second sentence of his. Was he really jealous of Timmy?

"Training?" The six year old blinked at him owlishly, not quite picking up what the timetraveler was thinking.

"Uh yeah." Quickly he thought of a good lie. "Back at the circus, I helped Lil D with his routines. It's kinda what we did back then. I still keep my skills up to tell the truth. Want to watch later?"

"Yeah!" Now the kid was really excited. "You can do that flip again!"

"Tt. Hardly impressive." Lil D approached the counter where Alfred finished making a plate for him and started eating where he stood, ignoring the open chairs at the table. "I could do everything Grayson can in my sleep."

"You want to test that?" Seriously, this kid needed an attitude adjustment. It was like he turned into a real hard case as soon as Timothy was in the room. What was his deal?!

"I do believe your food is getting cold Mr. Drapper." Alfred's timely interruption was quickly followed by a reproving glare at both of the Robins, present and future. They squirmed a little under his sight. "And wasn't there a feature you wished to show young Timothy Master Richard?"

"Right…" Quickly Dick took that as a cue to go. "Come on Timmy. Bill waits for no one."

"Okay. Mr. Alfred, may I be excused?" At least someone was remembering his manners, much to the annoyance of some and the pleasure of others. The butler smiled as he nodded his consent, gaining a winning grin from the lad. Timmy leapt out of his chair to follow Dick out the room but looked over to Lil D and Alfred just before leaving to say thank you. He stopped short though when he saw a portion of the visitor's back. "What are all those funny pink and white lines for Alvin?"

Dick looked back to his successor just barely in time to see the scars perking out between the towel and the borrowed sweats before Lil D tugged his towel down as a cape to cover them. Pink scars were fresher than white, and the Wayne by blood had a thick pink one running down his spine. Covering the base of it revealed the top at the nape of his neck.

Seeing it the teen blanched. What had happened to give the kid a scar like that? How had his future self let that happen? How much pain had he suffered receiving it? And how did he survive, walking even, after getting it? Questions and guilt for an event that had yet to occur in his own life built upon each other as he looked at his future brother's back. And he felt he alone was to blame.

"Quit staring Drake if you wish to keep those eyes," Lil D growled after a moment, clearly uncomfortable with the subject. Timmy wasn't really staring at the scars (waiting for an answer really), but it was clear the other boy didn't care. He didn't want to talk about it, or any of the other scars on his body. The way he gripped that fork of his was evidence of that.

Thinking fast, Dick intervened. "Come on Timmy. Bill Nye waits for no one."

"But what about—"

"Later." Swiftly the teen directed him out of the room and back towards the entertainment room they used the previous night. He handed the kid the remote, grinning in a distracting manner. "Here. You figure out how to work this contraption for a few minutes okay? There's something I need to do first."

"Okaayyy… But what about—"

"People don't like to talk about their scars," he informed him, trying end all discussion. "They're made when they're in pain, and you can't ever forget about them. Some will be there their entire lives. Maybe one reason Lil D is always angry is because of those scars, so don't ask him about them. 'Kay?"

The kid pouted for a moment before nodding. "Okay."

Dick grinned at him proudly. Timmy really was a good kid. "Alright. I'll be right back. Try to find a good show in the meantime."

The boy nodded as he ran off to his bedroom. The other day he forgot to get Lil D some of his clothes to wear, and it looked like Alfred didn't get him things from his closet. Quickly he picked out some fresh clothes that could fit the boy, old shirts he hadn't worn in over a year. Though the kid's hips were wider than his, he definitely wasn't taller. Quickly the teen zoomed out of the room with the clothes back to the kitchen where he heard growls and complaints.

"I do not need any medical attention Pennyworth!"

"I beg to differ young sir." Dick rounded the corner just in time to see Alfred with the first aid kit trying to apply some scar tissue cream to Lil D's back. The kid was fighting back, but thankfully not with the same force he'd apply to the crooks of Gotham. "That mark looks particularly fresh and—"

"Mother ensured it was properly healed before my release!" the kid insisted angrily. "Now unhand me before I hurt you!"

"It is for the concern of your mother that I must insist!" This froze the boy up in an instant and even the teen had to cringe at that. His mother was a sore subject, even if they didn't know who she was. But the stillness only relieved the butler, not knowing what he had said. "Much better. Now be still while I apply this."

"It won't hurt you either way," Dick piped in, trying to fix things as he walked in properly. "And if you think Bruce is stubborn, Alfred's impossible. Especially if someone's health is involved."

"Tt." Lil D looked away, letting the cream to be applied to his back at long last. His sour faced looked just like Bruce's, making the teen chuckle fondly.

"I swear," Alfred started once he finished his work, "you are as stubborn and fussy as Master Bruce."

"Ha! No surprise there. Must be a genetic trait." The teen missed the surprised look on the old man's face as he passed Lil D a shirt. "Put this on before your dad sees them. He'll really flip."

"Pardon?"

The two boys looked at him in slight confusion. Didn't he know? Was it a good idea for him to know? Well if the man thought hard enough about it he was sure to figure it out himself. He did raise Bruce after all. "I thought Bruce told you."

"That Mr. Alvin Drapper, Little D, is your eventual successor." Some suspicion entered his face. He was even looking over the lad's features. Dick knew he'd have to act fast if he was going to avoid Bruce's wrath at an interrogation later. He really should be the one to tell Alfred the truth about his son.

"Making him eventually my kid brother. Lil D's been calling Bruce 'Father'. Really making his day." Not a lie, not a lie. Alfred could detect lies. "Course he can't in front of Timmy, but that shouldn't really be a problem. Are you eating that?"

"Lost my appetite." The kid quickly pulled the shirt on, and it was still big on him. Seeing Mickey Mouse on this sour puss' face was nearly comical. He scowled at the design after a moment. "Grayson, what is this ridiculous mouse doing on my shirt?"

"What? Never been to Disneyland?" Lil D just raised an eyebrow at him, as if asking 'what's Disneyland?'. Dick faked absolute horror shock. "That can't be right! Everyone has to go to Disneyland at least once in their life! It's a crime against nature not to! Alfred!" The teen turned on the old butler, using his best rich boy demanding voice (a personal joke of his). "Make a note to buy five tickets for Disneyland in eleven years. I think we can get Bruce to take three days off for some rollercoasters and strangely dressed mascots by then."

"Quite possibly…" The man was still eyeing the two of them, not easily derailed like the teen had hoped. But one thing the man was, was patient. He'd allow it to slide, for now. "But we should run this by Master Bruce first."

"Agreed." The acrobat took a piece of bacon off the plate still on the counter, stuffing it in his mouth before clapping a hand on his kid brother's shoulder. "And I volunteer you to wake him up and ask. Here's some pants."

He shoved the last of his bundle and darted out the door before either of them could tell him no. "Catch ya later! I've got an appointment with Bill!"

"What about training?! Grayson!" The kid only received a cackle in response. Obviously frustrated, he glared over to Alfred. "How exactly do you wake Father?"

A/N: XD Older siblings can be so much fun when they volunteer their younger ones to do things for them. usually middle children got stuck with those jobs unless parents were involved and the youngest was cute. most common job: waking up parents.

So let's see... waking up at the crack of dawn or whenever cartoons started, pretty common for little kids. I remember waking up at 5 on saturdays just to see whatever was on. I think that's how I saw looney tunes. Waking up someone else when it's too dark and you're scared (did that on trips in strange places) also common. Watching Nova at 7 am, not. Wanted to make Timmy watch something educational and that was the first thing besides animal planet to pop in my head. bill nye was better. Nova was literally something I'd watch on lazy saturday afternoons when I was bored, along with Hercules, Xena, and deep space nine. The cartoon list, all shows I approve of. I actually collect the latest cartoon batch of strawberry short cakes. Good show.

Now for Damian's scars, that was a request. Bruce still hasn't seen them, not the big ones at least, so the full effect of them hasn't hit the Bats. Alfred gets to freak first. Speaking of Alfred, do you think he should know who Damian really is? I'm leaning towards him figuring it out on his own later but saying nothing. It'd help for the future. But if he confronts Bruce, it'll be an interesting discussion. So, instant gratification, or long term salvation? your opinion.

And disneyland was fun to talk about. Can you guess who those tickets are all for? :3