So, this is the sequel to Snake in the Grass (since everyone wanted one so badly).
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Gordon's POV, 2 Months Later
Batman landed on the roof, but still no Robin. Robin's been missing for a while now. I just hope and pray the kid's not dead… "Killer Croc's out and wreaking havoc. Need any back up?"
"I'll be fine." Batman said in his growl-like voice.
"Well, guess we can take the other stuff." Red Robin said, walking out from the shadows, making me jump.
"Bats. You're all going to give me a heart attack!" I said, rolling my eyes.
"Eh, not all of us." I spun around and saw Red Hood leaning against the wall of the staircase. "Some of us aren't so good at stealth." I reached for my gun, only for Red Robin to step between Red Hood and me.
"He's not killing anymore. I made sure of it." He said.
"I just saw him shoot someone yesterday." I told him.
"Tranquilizers with a vial of fake blood in the top. It's made to look like they got shot." A young boy in a black and green uniform. Another one?
"Robin." Batman growled. So that's where he's been. They got in a fight…
"Father."
"I thought I made it pretty damn clear-" Batman growled, stepping towards Robin. Red Robin and Red Hood quickly stepped between them..
"He's staying." Nightwing said, stepping out of the shadows to stand beside Red Hood and Red Robin. "Family sticks together."
"Look, can you settle your family fight later?! Croc is still out there!" I yelled, getting their attention.
"You're right. Let's go get Croc." Red Hood said, jumping off the building with Red Robin and Robin close behind.
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Bruce's POV, Batcave, Two Hours Later
"He needs medical attention!" Red Robin yelled. Croc was finally down and out, but it was a hard fight. Damian, who is now calling himself Viper, was bitten in the shoulder, saving me, and went unconscious. I know what I said before, but… he is my son. I had to save him.
"Lay him here." Alfred ordered and began disinfecting the bite mark. Tim was handing Alfred the required tools with practiced precision while Jason paced a few feet away, like a wild tiger. Dick was standing on Damian's other side, watching. It took half an hour for all of the gashes to be stitched up but, finally, Alfred told us that Damian would make a full recovery.
"Can we take him home?" Jason asked, hovering by Damian's bed in the infirmary.
"It would be best to keep him here. Your rooms are all the same as they were. You can stay in them." I said, watching from a distance.
"I thought you hated us for siding with him." Tim said, glaring.
I sighed. "I was wrong. Damian has a right to be here with us and this is his home."
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Bruce's POV, Four Hours Later
"Father?" a voice croaked.
I woke up in the chair I had pulled over to Damian's bed once Tim and Jason went upstairs. I reached over and touched his hand. "Damian. I'm sorry for what I said before. You are my son and this is your home."
"Do I have to keep the glamour on all of the time?" He asked, looking hopefully up at me.
"No. You are yourself and you should never have to cover that up." I told him, smiling.
"But, what about the way I look?"
"I don't care."
"Could I take the glamour off now?" Damian asked, hesitantly.
"Of course." I replied, taking it off for him. His tan skin was quickly replaced by greenish-brown scales and his blue eyes turned yellow. He still looked slightly scared at me, so I hugged him. "You look perfect, Damian, because you look like you."
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The End! I hope you liked this ending better!