Sorry this took so long. I started 3 oneshots before I could finally finish this. My mind is all over the place. -.-

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Damian's POV

As much as I act like I hate human contact, I actually love it. The comfort and love it offers… I had never felt before Gotham. In Arabia, no one would ever touch me, not even Mother or Grandfather; then again, I suppose they had good reason… Everyone who touched me before I was nine died. Mother and Grandfather are the only exceptions. At first, they died months after they touched me, but, by the time I was seven, they died seconds after touching me. It is why I pull away from people now. I enjoy Grayson's hugs, but I do not want to kill him… Thankfully, I am able to stop myself from killing him or Father or Pennyworth… I would never forgive myself if they died because of me.

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Dick's POV

I don't get it. Damian always leans into my hugs, but then quickly pulls away. It's obvious he likes them… so why does he pretend to hate them?

I walked into Damian's room and pulled him into a hug. For a few seconds, he leaned into it before "Tt. Unhand me, Grayson." And he wrenched away.

"Why do you do that, Dami?" I asked. He looked at me, slightly confused. "You lean into my hugs, then pull away. I know you like them!" I said.

He turned around and tried to look busy, shuffling stuff around on his desk. "I do not know what you are talking about. I do not like your insufferable hugs."

"You're lying. You lean into them for a few seconds. Damian," I put my hand on his shoulder, "whatever it is, you can tell me."

He looked doubtful. "And… you will not tell Father?" Why wouldn't he want me to tell Bruce? Oh well, Brue can be judgmental… I shook my head no. "I am… poisonous." He said, looking devastated. What?

"Damian, you aren't poisonous." I said.

"But I am!" He yelled, walking around me and sitting on his bed, knees pulled to his chest. "Mother, Grandfather, and I did not realize it at first. My mentors were dying months after training me. Then, it was weeks after, then days, hours, and eventually seconds after touching me. I am poisonous…" He looked so sad…

"Then, how am I not dead?" I asked, sitting next to him. He flinched at the question.
"I am able to… contain the poison for a minute at most. It becomes difficult after a few seconds." Damian said, looking nervous.

"So, it's just your skin?" I asked. He nodded. "Simple solution." I said, tossing him the gloves he had on his nightstand. He put them on so that between his gloves, turtleneck, and jeans, most of his skin was covered. I hugged him close, only touching where the clothes covered. At first, he froze, then sank into my embrace and hugged me back.

"Thank you." He whispered.

"You're usually cold around the Manor, right?" I asked when we pulled away.

"Yes. It is much colder here than it was in Arabia… especially in winter."

"You can start wearing gloves and a scarf around the Manor. Just say that you're cold. It's completely believable! I used to do it all the time." I said, bouncing up and down on the bed. I figured it out!

"That is a good idea." Damian admitted, giving me a soft smile.

"Yay! I can hug you more now!" I said, grinning. Damian's smile grew and he nodded.

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Jason's POV

Well, I'm 'home' for the holidays. I don't really want to be, but Alfred insists and, when Alfred 'insists', it's 'do it or else' and his 'or else' scares me more than anything. Bruce is still a stiff ass. We still aren't talking and he constantly glares at me. Dick is still… well, Dick. Hugging everyone, all the time and being his usual overly happy self. Tim is a workaholic. He just got back from a business trip in Beijing, but still never puts his laptop down. Damian is… odd. He's actually admitting to being cold! Demon brat never admits anything like that. Every time I see him, he's wrapped up in long sleeves, a scarf, and gloves. I know it's much colder here in winter than it is in Arabia, but still…

I walked up to demon brat's room to tell him that Alfred was working on dinner, but stopped when I heard Dick and Damian talking.

"Why?" Damian asked.

"Because we could analyze it. If it is possible to make an antidote, we could put it on you and then you wouldn't be poisonous anymore." Dick said, happily. Damian's poisonous? What…?

"Wouldn't Father figure it out then?" Damian asked.

"We could probably keep it a secret still. Come on, little D, I just need to take a sample."

"By pressing a jar to my skin?"

"That's where your poison comes from. Just try to relax and emit more poison." Dick instructed.

I quietly opened the door and walked in. "So, that's why you hate contact." I said.

Damian jumped and Dick tilted the glass jar he was holding so that the poison didn't come out. "Todd." Damian acknowledged me, glaring but looking somewhat unsure of himself.

"What're you glaring at me for? It's not like I'd tell! B and I aren't exactly talking, remember?" I said, rolling my eyes. "Besides, not telling him will piss him off more. I'm all for it!"

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Tim's POV

I just need to finish this report, then I can go to bed. I haven't slept since… a week ago? I think it was a week… B has me working a lot of cases, then Wayne Enterprises has been experiencing communication issues between the Gotham branch and the branch in Milan. Obviously, I'm tired; so tired, that I'm actually slouching. I guess that's why Dick and Damian didn't see me when they came down. "All I need to do is analyze it and see if I can make an antidote." Dick said. Wait, is demon brat poisoned?

I was about to get up to go to the antivenoms when Damian spoke up. "Then I will be able to touch people without killing them?" I don't think antivenoms make you less likely to murder someone…

"You'll probably have to rub the antivenom on your skin, but, possibly." Dick said.

"That will stop my skin from emitting the poison?" Damian asked. Holy shit.

"Not stop your skin from emitting it, but neutralize it before it can hurt anyone."
I turned the chair around from the computer. "Maybe I could help." Dick and Damian spun around from the microscope and stared at me. "I've made antivenoms before and I've dealt with many poisons."

"Why the hell would you help me?" Damian growled.

"Because 1) I don't want you killing my family, 2) maybe you would be less cruel to people, and 3) because as much as we don't like each other, you are my little brother, even though you constantly try to disown me." I said.

"He does know more about this stuff than I do…" Dick told Damian.

Damian turned and looked at me. "You will not tell Father about this?" I shook my head no. "Are you even capable enough at lying to lie to him?"

I cracked a grin, standing up and walking over to them. "I lie to Batman all the time."

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Bruce's POV

Damian has been much… friendlier lately. He still is mean sometimes, but he's sometimes nice too. Something weird happened. Something changed a lot about him. He's not only accepting human contact, but actually initiating it! Dick loves it, Jason seems to be on the happy side of not caring, and Tim seems a bit happy about it too.

"So, what happened?" I asked one day when we were doing nothing.

They all looked up at me. "What are you talking about?" Dick asked, tilting his head so that he looked like a curious puppy.

"You've all been a bit happier than usual, and Damian has not only been being nice, but also hugging people. Damian, you've never done that before, so, something must have happened. I want to know what." I said.

"Nothing, B. We just finally realized that Damian didn't want to get emotionally attached to us because he was afraid that we would send him away. We managed to convince him that he was wrong." Tim told me.

"Damian, we are never sending you away. This is your home." I began.

"Father, I have a confession: Timothy is lying. They simply found out a secret of mine and it has made us closer. They have also assured me that I could tell you…" Damian took a deep breath. "I am poisonous. My skin is always covered in poison. Anyone who touches me will die in a few seconds. Before, I could only keep it in for up to a minute, but now that I am always covered, I can touch people without having to fear them dying. Timothy is also working on an anti-venom or another serum that would neutralize the poison or stop my body from producing it." Holy shit.

"Okay… This is… wow. Tim, how is that coming along?" I asked hurriedly, before I would begin to freak out.

"It's getting there. The anti-venom is almost complete and I took blood, but I'm still working on isolating the meta-gene to neutralize it. Once I do that, I just need to find out how to neutralize it." Tim said.
"Alright. I'll help you out when I have time. Damian, do you want your power gone?" I asked, not wanting to force him into anything.

"Yes." He said, determinedly.

"Alright, then I promise you, we will find a way to neutralize it." I said, smiling at him and putting my hand on his shoulder. "We'll find a way."

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The End!