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Wally and Roy sat on opposite sides of Dick's massive bed, waiting for him to wake up. It was both boring and worrying. When they had come into the room a few hours ago, Tim was there doing his homework and quickly filled them in on how his brother had been behaving for the last week. He also told them what Dr. Mid-Nite and Dr. Thompkins had found and said, then left the room so they could have some alone time with their friend. They were both glad to hear that he was going to be okay, but they were expecting him to wake up rather quickly as he was always a light sleeper and was never still for long. They soon realized they were wrong and why Dick's family was so worried about him.

"Should we wake him up?" Wally finally asked after about three hours had passed.

"I don't know. Tim said that he had been sleeping a lot and that's not healthy." Roy replied, looking up at him.

"No, but then again, he usually wouldn't get the sleep he needed before this. Maybe he's just finally catching up." Wally suggested.

"Maybe." Roy said, but his tone made it clear that he didn't really believe him.

Another minute silenced passed, then Wally asked, "You think we could at least turn on the TV?"

Roy was about tell him 'no' when they both heard a loud groan. Roy and Wally immediately turned his gaze back to the figure on the bed and Wally said, "Dick?"

"Wally?" Dick said as he opened his eyes. He then noticed the other person in the room and asked, "Roy? What are you guys doing here?"

"We came to see you. We were worried. It's been over a week and we haven't heard from you." Wally answered as Dick sat up.

"Over a week?" Dick questioned. He knew that a few days had passed since they all fought the Court of Owls, but he didn't realize that it had been more than entire week.

"Yeah, it's been a week." Roy confirmed, growing even more worried than he already was. The same thing had happened to him a couple of times when he was searching for the real Roy Harper. He'd lose track of time and be up for days without any sleep or food until he crashed.

Turning his focus back onto Dick, the archer asked, "How are you feeling?"

"Tired." Dick answered, leaning against the headboard.

"From what we've heard, you've mostly been sleeping the entire time." Wally told him, trying to keep his voice calm and casual instead of letting his worry show. If he did that, Dick would quickly get defensive and there was already a strong chance he was going to get defensive when he realized what they wanted to talk to him about. He didn't want to make it worse.

"I like sleep." Dick mumbled, closing his eyes. It looked like he was actually going to sleep right there despite the awkward, slumped position he was in.

"Since when?" Roy asked with a slight scoff. The corner of Dick's mouth twitched upwards for a split second but he didn't say anything and he didn't open his eyes.

"Dick, I know you're tired, but we need to talk." Roy then said seriously.

The younger man opened his blue eyes and mumbled, "I don't want to talk."

"I know, but we really need to." Wally replied. Dick sighed, and pushed himself back up but he kept his mouth shut, clearly waiting for them to the first move.

"Dick, we're both really sorry for what we did." Wally started, "I was so focused on wanting a normal life with Artemis and when you asked for our help, the only thing I could really think was that you were ruining it. I refused to look at the big picture, or to see how much you were struggling under the weight of the whole thing. And then, I pushed you away and didn't talk to you at all. I'm really, really sorry Dick. I never should've done that. I would go back in time and change it if I could, but Uncle Barry won't let me."

Wally chuckled a little at his own joke and Roy cracked a smile, but Dick didn't. He made no kind of response whatsoever. He looked over at the oldest redhead, silently asking him what he should do now. He didn't really know what else to say except 'I'm sorry' over and over until Dick believed him and forgave him. He also knew that that wouldn't really work. If that was all his best friend needed to hear, then he would've said so right after he stopped talking.

"I'm sorry too Dick." Roy apologized, "I was so focused on finding the real Roy that I pushed everyone away and didn't listen to anyone. If I stayed with the Team, if I actually stayed in contact with you like I should've, then I could've helped you. And I shouldn't have gotten so mad at you after the invasion, especially since I didn't know what was going on. I'm really sorry."

Again, Dick stayed quiet, but Roy and Wally had both apologized and weren't sure what else to say. So they also remained silent, waiting for Dick to talk. Wally however, quickly grew impatient and said, "Please Dick, say something."

"You guys had ever right to be mad. I shouldn't have lied about the mission. I knew you were trying to get out of the life Wally, and I should've respected that. And it's not your fault Roy. You were dealing with your own problems." Dick finally told them after a few minutes of silence.

"We aren't happy you lied, but you had good reason to. If you didn't, the Light might not have bought Artemis's 'death'. And Jaime, while under the Reach's control could have easily told them the truth about Kaldur and Artemis and ruined the whole thing. And we had no right to be that mad at you." Roy insisted.

"And like I already said, you needed the help and I should've realized that. You were trying to save the entire world, and as much as I love Artemis and don't want to lose her, we both would've hated ourselves if we refused to help and the Reach and the Light ended up winning." Wally added. Dick looked to he was about to protest but before he could, Roy cut in.

"And we took it way too far when we shut you out for seven months. We never should have done that."

"Honestly, we all knew we were wrong with how we were acting a long time ago, we just too proud and didn't know what to say." Wally chimed back in.

The first Robin stayed quiet and lowered his head even more than it already was and drew his knees up and close his chest. Wrapping his arms around them, he struggled to keep his emotions at bay. For seven months, this was all he wanted to hear. Now that he finally was, he had no idea what to do. He wasn't even sure if he actually believed them. After so much time alone with nothing but his thoughts and insecurities, it seemed too good to be true.

Despite his attempt to keep his emotions in check, a tear slipped from his eye and started running down his cheek. Before he could wipe it away, Roy and Wally both noticed and they climbed onto the bed. Wally wrapped his arms around Dick while the oldest of the three wrapped his arms around both of them so that Dick was stuck in between them. Just like that, a dam inside of him burst open and the sobs completely overtook his body. The redheads only tightened their hold on him and the raven-haired man let himself fall apart. After so many months, he let himself relish in the contact he so desperately needed.

It took over half an hour for Dick to calm down and when he did, his body fell limp against his friends, his brothers. If he thought he was tired before, he was downright exhausted now. His head was pounding and his entire body felt heavy. He was sure he was about to fall back asleep, but then he heard Wally's voice saying, "Dick, why didn't you tell us about the Court?"

"You and I were fighting. And Roy, you were so busy looking for the other Roy and I, I." Dick broke off, needing a minute to work up the courage to admit what he was feeling.

"I was ashamed. And lost, I didn't know what to think. And I was, I was scared what you guys would think." He admitted, looking down at his blanket-covered legs.

As much as Wally wanted to tell him that they would've been there for him, that they wouldn't have suddenly thought he was a criminal just because his great-grandfather was or anything like that, he wasn't sure he could. During that time, he was pretty mad at Dick for not being happy for him and Artemis to leave the hero life and when he gets mad, he doesn't have the best control of his mouth. He was still mad at himself for how he yelled at his best friend when he heard that the Mountain was destroyed.

"Dick, just because someone in your family was an assassin, doesn't mean you are anything like him. You are a hero, and a good person. You are nothing like him, we know that." Roy told him.

"And we're both sorry that we made you feel like you couldn't come to use." Wally added.

Dick again fell quiet, thinking over their words. He still wasn't sure if he believed them and he had no idea what to say to them right now. But he knew what he wanted. He wanted to get past this, he wanted to believe them. He wanted his friends back.

So he said, "It's okay."

"No it's not. But it will be. And we know that you don't believe us, but we'll prove it to you." Wally immediately replied.

"Can, can you guys stay?" Dick whispered, not wanting to be alone right now.

"Yeah, of course we will." Roy told him. The three of them then laid down on the bed and Dick immediately fell asleep with his brothers following shortly afterwards.

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Bruce sat at the desk in his study, trying to focus on the reports from Wayne Enterprises about a new invention but was struggling. All of his instincts were telling him to go sit with Dick, to just be with him even if he was sleeping. But he knew that Dick would probably want to be alone with his friends and he did have a lot of work to catch up on. He had been gone for over a week on a League mission, then came home to find out that his son had been kidnapped and then spent every waking moment looking for him. Lucius had been doing his best at covering for him, but he knew he needed to get back to work.

A knock at the door drew Bruce's gaze to it as he said, "Come in."

To his surprise, it was none other than Clark Kent instead of Tim or Alfred like he was expecting. The reporter entered the room and said, "Hi Bruce."

"Clark. What are you doing here?" Bruce wondered, gesturing to the chair in front of the desk.

"No one's heard from you since that night, and you've kept the Cave on lockdown, along with all the zeta tubes in Gotham. We're all getting a bit worried." Clark answered, sitting down in front of the billionaire.

"Well, you can tell them everything's fine." Bruce told him, turning his attention back to his computer screen.

"Is that the truth?" Clark asked with a knowing tone of voice that greatly annoyed the other man.

With a sigh, Bruce said, "Dick is struggling. He's physically healed, but he hardly ever leaves his bed, barely talks or eats. I don't know what to do."

"Have you tried talking to him?" Clark questioned worriedly. He had watched Dick grow up and knew that the young man hated being still or being forced to stay in bed.

"I, no, not really. I don't know what to say. Usually he's the one who starts the conversation and from that, I'm able to figure out what's bugging him, but he's not talking." Bruce responded.

"Then maybe it's time for you to be the one to initiate the conversation." Clark suggested.

Bruce nodded in reply, but stayed quiet. Feeling like he might need to talk about something else, the alien asked, "What's going on with the Court?"

"Batman was able to fill in Commissioner Gordon on the Court and the Talons so he knows how to keep them in custody and handed him all the evidence he had, but a lot of members are still out there. Hopefully with March in jail though, the Court will finally be finished." Bruce answered.

"And what is the public being told?" Clark then questioned.

"Only that there is a secret society that March was in charge of, plotting to take over Gotham and that he hired a bunch of assassins to 'purify' the city of those he believed were causing problems. And that he had faked his death so no one would suspect him." Bruce informed him.

"So that's the end of that then."

"I hope so, but I can't help but doubt it." Bruce confessed.

"I'm sure everything will be okay Bruce. With both Gotham and Dick. As long as they both have you." Clark told him. As much as he knew that Bruce had problems opening up and being there for his son, he knew that he loved Dick and would do anything for him.

Bruce nodded, but stayed quiet as a thoughtful look came upon his face. Clark said 'goodbye', then stood up and exited the room, leaving the father alone with his thoughts.