So there was no disclaimer last chapter :/

I DON'T OWN YOUNG JUSTICE OR SLADE

ALSO, thanks so much to Nightcrawler509 for helping me with both the sequel, and the fight scene, and how the League should rescue Dick. I highly advise you go read some of their fanfiction, because they are an amazing writer!

Chapter 14

"Dick," Tim whispered, as the heroes entered the medwing, and found their comatose partner, son and brother lying on the bed. No one moved for a few minutes, until Jason spoke up.

"He's not going to wake up, is he?"

"There's a chance he could, once he's out of Psimon's telepathic range," J'onn explained softly, as Batman slowly moved forward, and slid his arms under Dick's legs and back, pulling the boy's limp form to his chest. He readjusted his grip slightly so that Dick's head was resting against his collarbone. After a few seconds, he spoke in a low tone, eyes remaining locked on his son.

"M'gann, call the bioship."

M'gann hesitated. "We're not close enough."

"When will we be?" Batman asked, turning around and holding Dick tight. M'gann bit her lip.

"We need to be outside, then we'll be close enough."

Batman nodded, but before he could say anything, Superman took a step forward, pulling his cape off his shoulders.

"Here," he said quietly, walking up to Batman, and wrapping it around Dick. "I'm sure he'll be cold in a t-shirt and shorts. Batman nodded gratefully, and spoke the two words no one thought he'd ever say to Superman.

"Thank you."

Superman smiled, and nodded. "Of course. He's just as much my family as yours."

Batman nodded again, before turning to the rest of the League.

"Let's move out," he ordered. "And Red Hood?"

Jason groaned. "I didn't kill her if that's what you're about to say."

Batman narrowed his eyes, but didn't say anything, simply brushing past him, and leaving the medwing, everyone else following.

"Hey," Connor said softly, as they all followed Batman. "Are you okay?"

Tim laughed quietly, gratefully accepting Connor's hand.

"I'm fine, Connor," he promised, looking down at the scratch he'd received from Klarion's cat, Teekle. "It's just a scratch."

"Are you sure?" Connor asked, gently taking Tim's arm, and examining the cut. "It looks pretty nasty."

"It's fine, Connor. I promise. It just needs a couple stitches. If something happens, and I feel weird or anything like that, I promise, you'll be the second person to know."

"Bruce will be the first?" Connor asked. Tim rolled his eyes, getting onto his tiptoes to kiss the clone gently on the cheek.

"He has to be," Tim explained. "Otherwise we have a problem."

The two fell into silence for a few minutes, Tim keeping his eyes up ahead to where Bruce walked, Dick's legs hanging loosely over his arms. Connor followed his gaze, and squeezed Tim's hand.

"He's going to be fine, Timmy," Connor said quietly, using Dick's nickname for Tim. "I promise."

"But he's in a coma," Tim said quietly, and Connor heard tears in his voice. "And J'onn didn't sound like he thought there was a very high chance of Dick waking up."

"Tim, I can hear his heartbeat," Connor said quietly "I can hear him breathing. Both are even, and steady. He's fine."

"But you don't know that," Tim argued. "You can't sense his mind."

"But J'onn can," Connor continued explaining gently. "And if he says there's a chance, Dick's mind must be in pretty good shape."

"Not when he wakes up," Tim said quietly. "If he remembers…" he cut himself off, shaking his head, and trying not to cry.

"I don't think he's going to remember," M'gann said softly, drifting back to where Connor and Tim walked behind everyone else. Tim frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"Looking into his mind," the martian began slowly. "I can't detect any of the memories from the past four years. Anything that happened to him, and anything he was aware of from the time he was eighteen to whenever Slade put him in the coma, he won't remember any of it."

"So...he won't remember anything Slade did to him?" Tim asked hopefully. M'gann gave him a gentle smile, squeezing his arm slightly.

"Not a thing," she confirmed. Tim bit his lip, and tightened his grip on Connor's hand.

"Thank you," Connor mouthed to M'gann over Tim's head. The martian smiled, before rejoining her uncle a little ahead of them.

"See?" Connor asked Tim softly. "He's going to be fine."

Two days later

"When do you think Dick's going to wake up?" Tim asked for the hundredth time, as he and Bruce made their way through the mountain to the medbay. Bruce sighed.

"I don't know, Tim," he answered, trying to stay calm.

"Who's going to sit with him today?" Tim asked, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. Bruce was silent for a few seconds, before looking down at the boy.

"Would you like to? We have a meeting with the League, but-"

"Yes!" Tim cried, cutting him off. "I'll stay with Dick!"

Then, before Bruce could say anything, Tim turned, and ran for the medbay as fast as his legs could carry him. Bruce sighed, smiling slightly, before making his way back to the Zeta tubes to head up to the Watch Tower. It was going to be a long meeting.

3:47 AM

Seven hours and forty-seven minutes since Tim took watch over Dick.

"Batman, you seem distracted," Superman commented. Batman slowly looked in the Kryptonian, narrowing his eyes.

"No, really?" he asked, and everyone was shocked by the sarcasm in his tone. "I'm sorry. It's not like my son was practically raped for four years, and is currently in a coma with no sign of if or when he'll ever wake up."

"I'm sorry," Superman said quietly. "That was cold of me."

Batman sneered, before getting to his feet. "I'm going down to check on Tim and Dick."

"Batman-" Superman said slowly, only to be cut off by the Dark Knight of Gotham.

"Yes?" Batman's tone indicated they were done talking. When Superman said nothing more, Batman nodded, and headed for the door of the room. "That's what I thought."

"Bruce!" Tim cried as soon as the man entered the medbay. "I think Dick might wake up soon!"

"Yeah?" Bruce asked gently, trying not to hide the fact that he wasn't sure Dick was going to wake up at all. "What makes you say that?"

"Well, a few hours ago, he started shifting slightly, and mumbling your name, and at one point he opened his eyes and looked at me for a few seconds, before closing them again."

"There's a chance," Bruce said, fighting to keep his voice even, as his heart began to pound in his chest. "Maybe within the next day or two."

"Which means someone needs to be with him twenty-four seven!" Tim proclaimed. Bruce rolled his eyes.

"I don't think that's necessary, Tim," he said. "If Dick wakes up alone, he'll contact someone. He won't just leave the room, because he'll know he must be injured."

"What are we going to tell him when he wakes up?" Tim asked softly, his enthusiasm dropping like a stone in a pond. "Are we going to tell him about Slade or-"

"No," Bruce said firmly, slipping into his Batman voice ever so slightly. "We tell him he's be in a coma for four years. We don't tell him anything else."

"But…" Tim said slowly. "That means lying to him."

"Yes," Bruce agreed simply, nodding his head. Tim frowned.

"Bruce, if he finds out we're lying to him, he's going to be pissed."

"Number one, language," Bruce reprimanded. "Second, I'll make sure he takes his anger out on me, and no one else."

"Bruce, he almost killed the Joker just because he got to close to me," Tim reminded. "I don't want to know what he'll do to you for lying."

"We'll deal with that when we have to," Bruce said firmly, his tone indicating the conversation was over. Tim sighed.

"I hope he never remembers," he said softly. "If he does...it'll scar him."

Bruce shook his head. "It'll do worse than scar him."

Tim looked at his foster father quizzically, and Bruce's gaze became slightly heavier, as he explained. "It will shatter him."