EXTRA

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— Jason, did you understand everything I said? — Bruce asked as if he were wearing Batman's mask.

— Ahem... — The rebellious son murmured, stretching and soon after resting his feet on the panel of computers in the Batcave. It was barely after seven in the morning, that was the best Jason could give anyone - at least after sleeping so little and stuffing himself with sweet junk.

— ... Repeat.

— Damian with pinscher crisis again, you and Alfred take to the doctor... — He yawned before continuing — ... I'm going to be Dick's nanny, we don't set fire to the mansion and everyone is happy forever. The story is over.

— Can you at least pretend you're taking it seriously!? Who cares!? — Dick pleaded, his eyes were still red from crying. He was looking for something in the computer databases, which didn't stop him from intruding.

— I'm taking it seriously, I just think they're exaggerating.

— Exaggerating? — again, it was Batman who spoke.

— B... — Finally, Jason straightened in his chair and looked at the veteran with the least seriousness — Think about it: it must be all because of that head injury. He had none of this before, it is the only explanation. They will only examine him, say that this is it, give him some medicine or something and that's it.

— MEDICINE, SOMETHING AND THAT'S IT!? — Dick left what he was doing aside — How can you say such a thing!? This thing will ruin his life and you just don't care!? — The eldest son approached his brother ready to make him lose the "indifferent" stand even if he had to use his fists, but Bruce just put his hand on his shoulder to stop him.

— Epileptic people can lead normal lives — the father said, resigned.

— Normal people with epilepsy have a normal life, B!

— And now Damian has a normal life, Dick's head! — Jason stood up — I'm not saying this whole thing is good, but... — He yawned — But we need to accept...

— As bad as it looks now — Bruce added.

— You are talking as if I had lost hope of him returning to normal! — Dick insisted, almost allowing himself to break again and start crying. The truth is that all the acceptance he had before was just a facade, what he wanted most was to see the boy running around again dressed as Robin.

— If he treats the injury, he'll be back to normal! What part of that is hard to get into your big head!? — Todd approached him — And if he doesn't come back, good for him.

— What do you mean "good for him"!?

— He better go on without memory!

— And is he better off with the crises too? You just need to say that!

— If he remains without memory, he will not miss being a Robin!

— STOP! — The father demanded — ... If we really have nothing to do about crises, they can be controlled. In time, if Damian doesn't recover his memory, it will be better to tell him everything.

— B, the boy will freak out when he finds out... — Jason said anguished. He wanted to have the "stinky brat" back, but the best thing was that everything stayed as it was, instead of Damian coming back "in half" and not being able to handle everything.

— It is better that he know for us, little by little, than a beautiful day waking up and remembering everything...

— You are talking as if he could never return to normal again! — Dick let a tear flow — He is strong, I bet he is not even epileptic and that only happened because he was too nervous...! — He ran his hands over his face — ... damn it! I've been looking for it, I know that children can have it if they have a fever...

— The only way to know is to take him to the doctor.

The two boys fell silent. I had nothing to discuss about it, after all, they didn't even know what was going on with Damian... they didn't even know what had happened before.

— Bat, Alfred already finished fixing everything... — Selina also warned of the stairs, would not bother to go down everything just to go up later — Damian is still sleeping.

— I'm done with the documents, I'm ready! — Bruce sighed, holding tightly the folder with all the medical exams and so many other papers that he would need to hand over to the specialist doctor in Metropolis. All duly organized, as well as changed as to "causes".

— Send news... — Richard asked, was already a little more calm.

— And bring some hamburgers… — Todd asked, pretending to be indifferent about everything.

— And you two: behave yourself — This time it was Bruce who asked for something, pulling the two older children into a hug, a hug that was even returned by the rebellious son.

The truth is that the dark knight, the vigilante who scared the monsters themselves, did not want to go. He didn't want to find out if the son had something serious, he didn't want to see him son doing tests again, he didn't even want to imagine him lying on a stretcher and connected to equipment, as he had been for so long… Bruce was afraid, but he wouldn't let it show. It wasn't just Damian who needed him now.

— Bat...! — Selina called him again, starting up the stairs.

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NOTE

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As I said in the previous note: people with epilepsy have a normal life, however, they must follow some basic rules that everyone should obey, such as: sleeping at least eight hours; avoiding alcoholic beverages, stress and many visual stimuli; eating well and at short intervals, etc.

Of all of this, Damian usually refuses to sleep (which always makes me wonder why he is so small) and despite being a vegetarian, he usually stays too long without eating. All of this without counting the stress and the probable consumption of prohibited things for children.

Now let's add memory loss to this explosive recipe, which is a paradox: he cannot be stressed because it would trigger a crisis, but he will be stressed because he has epilepsy. He couldn't stay up all night, jumping around...

However, as Jason said, it could be all due to the head injury. Something treatable.

Speaking of Jason, he loves hamburgers.

And, now speaking of Bruce: no, he does not usually accompany his children on trips to the doctor (I believe that he substitutes routine examinations for examinations done in the Batcave itself).