Two days later-Duke

I don't remember being knocked out, I just remember being woken up in an ambulance on my way back worrying about how much trouble I am going to be in. I remember the Robins showing up but I don't know why they didn't take me with them. I remember the officer chewing me out and telling me he is lucky he knew my father once or he wouldn't hesitate to give me community service or house arrest. I feel like not only did I let down my parents not being able to find them but I let down Ms. Thompkins as well. She told me she really wanted me to try to make this work and I didn't. I couldn't. I think my current situation is the result of me thinking back to these last two days. Wondering how the hell I got ehre. However all of that doesn't seem to matter now as I am transported in the back of what I think is a van but I can't tell with the black hood over my head.

I don't know who grabbed me, I don't know why. I just know that walking on the way to school this morning I was snatched off the street with a bag over my head and now I feel like I have been in this moving car for hours though it probably hasn't been that long. I all of a sudden wonder why they haven't hurt me, or told me what they want. In fact they haven't spoken at all.

Finally I feel the car come to a full stop and I ready myself to kick anyone who grabs my legs to pull me out of the car. I get ready but when the doors to the back open and I hear them step onto the back the first they do is stab something into my leg. I wince and try to kick my leg out but somehow it doesn't move.

The hood has already been taken off and I am coming to in a room. It looks like an interrogation room but with who I am in the room with I doubt this is an official interrogation. Red Robin and NightWing stand in front of me, their arms crossing their chests and Nightwing's eyes narrowed at mine. Confusion takes over. Why did they need to kidnap me? They have somehow gotten me away from the public without needing to do all of this. I look further around this small room looking for any one else from the Bat Family here but there is no one else. Red Robin looks uneasy behind NightWing but he doesn't say anything or speak up. Which makes me believe this whole thing was NightWing's idea.

"Hello Duke" NightWing finally speaks up, there is an anger in his voice that I feel is directed at me but I don't know. " Sorry for this whole thing, the person we count on for insuring you don't leave is no longer with us so we needed to have a back up plan. Though, you woke up a lot sooner than we expected"

"Insuring I don't leave? I don't remember you having anyone making sure I couldn't leave" I reply

"That's because she didn't make it obvious that she could. She was very good at keeping her powers on the down low, which is why we liked bringing her" Red Robin replies softly

"Well she's no longer with us so we needed to improvise" NightWing replies

"Wait she's dead? Is it because I shined that Flashlight in her eyes? Did I get her killed?" I ask the guilt of the situation hitting me.

"She's not dead. She left." Red Robin says his voice almost urgent, he shoots NightWing a glare, he worded it like that on purpose. He wanted me to panic didn't he? What is going on here. The guild calms down slightly but not all the way, did she leave because of me? Did she get hurt? I wasn't trying to get anyone hurt I just wanted to find my mom and dad. I wonder if I was any closer to finding them down there. Were they close to me at any time?

"Why did those homeless people attack you?" NightWing asks leaning against the wall of the room.

"I heard things I wasn't supposed to. I was just looking for my parents when I found them. They were planning something big and then I dropped my flashlight" I explain "How did you guys know I was in trouble?"

"We didn't. Raven was tracking your parents that is as close as we were able to get, we heard the commotion and saw you there." Red robin replies, I guess I got lucky then.

"Why were you tracking my parents?" I ask

"We were going to try the antidote we had worked on. Next question, what did you hear that they didn't want you to?" NightWing asks, his glare is intimidating even though I know that they are super nice outside of the uniform.

"Uhh they were talking about blowing up important parts of the city...to make the world see them as people or something. I don't know where they got the stuff or what stuff or where it is. I just know not all of them were for it because people could be hurt. The leader guy was the one who hit me over the head." I explain I almost feel frantic like if I don't answer them I could get hurt. Somehow I feel bad for any bad guys they come into contact with.

"Wait, they want to blow up Gotham?" Red Robin He asks leaning against the table in front of me. I exhale sharply the light around my eyes seems to be adjusting strange probably a result of whatever they injected me with earlier.

"Something about getting respect from everyone. They were sick of feeling like the world didn't care about them or something. Man I don't know I dropped my Flashlight before I got a chance to hear anything else" I reply I almost have to squint my eyes to see and my breathing feels like I am inhaling blades.

"Are you okay?" Red Robin asks He looks over to NightWing giving him a pointed brow. "What if you gave him too much"

"I didn't. I gave him the amount Cyborg told me to give him." NightWing replies defensively I feel like I have been sweating buckets and the room looks brighter to me every second.

"Dude have you been taking your meds?" Red Robin asks I stop for a moment thinking back, now that I think about it I left them at the last foster house before I left to the sewer mission. I shake my head squeezing my eyes shut to block out the intense brightness of the lights. It's as if someone moved the sun in replace of lightbulbs and I seem to be the only one seeing it. Red Robin and NightWing don't seem affected by anything.

"I don't think his powers would actually hurt him" Red Robin says I feel like his voice is being drowned out by the small groans I can tell I am releasing. "You know who would have been able to help us?"

"Shut it" I hear NightWing growl before the sound of fingers flying across a keyboard take over the silence between the three of us. I hear what sounds like small banging noises and then the pain stops. I open my eyes all the way and it looks like everything is normal but Red Robin and NightWing are looking around nervously.

"You turned off the lights?" Red Robin asks

"Yeah, he couldn't focus if he was in pain, we can see anyway it doesn't matter" Nightwing says rudely. He doesn't seem like any of the men I met. Even Red Hood who is an asshole in my opinion seems to be a lot less rude than this guy right now. Is it because of me? Is it because of the person they were talking about?

"Thank you?" I say it like it's a question because I don't know if he deserves a thank you.

"We need you to help us stop those explosions. We can't risk that many lives" NightWing says I agree with him but I don't know how I would be of any help.

"How would I help? I can't even be in a room with light apparently" I reply, Red Robin looks over to NightWing with a worried look but like something is clicking for him.

"I think whatever you gave him must have triggered his power, think about it...he woke up sooner than he was supposed to and now his vision goes completely wonky" Red Robin explains, It would make sense I think. I have heard that a lot of people who are MetaHumans get their power in extreme situations. After an accident or something that awoke their powers or simply just getting it from their parents, they never showed themselves until their body was put into Fight or Flight.

"You think I woke up his power?" NightWing asks scoffing, he leans against the arms of the chair his face getting a little bit closer to me.

"Power or not we need to make sure the city doesn't get blown to bits. We need your help, in return we will continue looking for your parents. Though it might be more difficult now without the woman we used to track them." NightWing says, it's tempting. Even though it isn't a for sure thing that I will get my parents back any chance right now is all I am looking for.

"Okay...I'll help but I don't know what all I can do" I reply

"You can start by contacting your case worker Dr. Leslie Thompkins, tell her to go back into your file to look for any place looking to foster you. Bruce Wayne has already put in a request. We will need you in our care if we are going to do this...and it looks like now is the best time since...well your powers are starting to show. Stay calm and whatever you do...don't try to fight anyone" NightWing instructs, his attitude makes me want to say no but at this point do I have any other option? If I am under their care I can make sure they find my parents. I also get to go back to a billionaire's house. I don't think life can get any better than that at the moment.

"How am I going to get anywhere? I don't even know where I am right now" I say rolling my eyes slightly, for Gotham's best heroes these guys are kind of clueless. Like some piece of their brain is missing. I expected more.

Later that night-Damian

I await dinner at my everyday seat around the large dinner table. I seem to be the only one here at the moment as Father is handling some business with Wayne Enterprises. Apparently since Jason and Raven's departure he has been filling the position he was holding for them in case they ever wanted to keep their cover. Also as a way for them to get out and remain in some sort of normal which Raven once wanted. I guess being involved in this family keeping normal for too long is probably near impossible. I should know, I haven't had a little bit of a normal life since I was born.

School was the one place I felt somewhat normal, however it seems like I can't even go there now that people are starting to realize who I am. Before when I was in Elementary no one knew what the last name Wayne meant. Now as kids get older same as myself they know things. They Notice things and now it is starting to be the only reason people talk or don't talk to me. The main three boys who affected me all said they were visited a creature, a dark shadow with red eyes and a raspy hissing voice. I knew who it was as soon as I heard of it.

I didn't think Raven would go to such lengths to teach the boys a lesson. It hasn't changed the way they think about me, though now Nick is being a little nicer to me, asking me where I got the action figure thing I got him and how much it was. I was so angry he asked me about money that all I did was roll my eyes and call him an idiot in Hebrew, it wasn't until later that I pieced it together. Raven must have taken it back. I don't mind that she did. In fact knowing they were scared out of their minds brings me a little bit of peace if I must admit.

Pennyworth brings out a plate, I can smell the food from here. A long day of training mentally and physically all I have been looking forward to is a plate of Pennyworth's food. He sets the plate in front of me meaning he already knows that I will be the only one eating in here for the night. A pile of mashed potatoes and gravy, fresh steamed green beans, and two drumsticks of a roasted chicken. My stomach rumbles and my mouth fills with saliva.

"Thank you Pennyworth, since Raven isn't here anymore do you think I could possibly have one of her sodas?" I ask as politely as I can muster.

"I would assume that shouldn't be a problem" Pennyworth replies pointing an eyebrow at me. Turning on his heels he makes his move to fetch me the drink as I dig into the green beans first. He doesn't make them taste weird. He always lightly salts them which is perfect in my opinion. Pennyworth returns with an opened glass bottle of coke, sitting it front of me. I take a sip, I normally don't go for such surgery drinks, however every now and then I feel the need to feel the carbonation of them. I didn't used to ever drink them until Raven let me have a sip of hers. I pretended I didn't like it but I actually wanted to finish hers.

"Thank you Pennyworth" I reply but he is already on his way out of the dining room with a silver tray of food for my father, when he works this late it is rare he will walk out here for dinner. I don't mind the silence though, usually with everyone here Drake is awkwardly trying to start conversation like the idiot he is, and Greyson lately has been hell to be around. This time it isn't because he is over chipper either. If I cared enough to ask him what is going on I would, however I don't.

Feet shuffle into the kitchen, Drake has wrapped himself in a blanket and walks to his normal seat which is far away from mine. I prefer that. He sits down in his seat sending me a side glance, we have never gotten along. His head hits the table as he clings to the blanket he has wrapped himself in. He looks like an idiot.

"You look like an Idiot" I say

"A cozy idiot" He yawns I scoff rolling my eyes in his direction. Pennyworth walks back into the room.

"Master Tim we don't lean our heads on the table in which we eat." he replies, I smile at the scolding as Drake picks his head up looking out at the empty seats where Raven and Jason used to sit when they were here. I guess I can admit we have one thing in common, we both miss them and hate Greyson for how he treated them both. Pennyworth makes his way to the kitchen no doubt making Drake a plate to keep him fed and from putting his head on the table in front of him. Pennyworth sets the plate in front of Drake while he zones out staring at the seats.

"Drake" I inquire, he looks over at me preparing to be hit with an insult. "Were you successful in your mission today?"

"oh uh, I think so. I don't know. Whatever Dick gave to Duke we think caused his powers to begin to emerge. We don't know what that is yet though. We are waiting for Dr. Thompkins to drop him off here" he replies

"Did you find anything out?" I ask

"Homeless people want to blow up the world again" He replies hovering a spoonful of mashed potatoes before his lips. He takes a bite while I react.

"Is that why they attacked him?" I ask he shrugs swallowing

"I think so, it didn't make sense why he got so close to them though, like he was looking for his parents but he could have saw they weren't over there with a glance. But he waited and listened to them." Drake replies, so he has a curiosity as well. Maybe he saw something that caught his eye and he wanted to check it out and happened to overhear.

"If he is getting his power why are we allowing him to live here when we don't know what it is? If he is just getting it then it could be unstable and we could all be at risk" I say Drake nods but shrugs his shoulder taking another full bite of his food. I don't think I have seen him eat for a while, has he been eating? If this idiot passes out during a mission I am not helping bring him back.

"Honestly I had the same thought believe it or not." Drake replies

"You're right, I don't believe you have ever had a thought" I say stoically. He rolls his eyes turning back to his food and ignoring me once again, the way things always go. Sometimes I think I am being too hard on him but then I realize I just don't like him.

After dinner I make my way back to the training room, I need to get in at least an hour of training before I feel like I can go to sleep. If I don't I could be slacking and it could cost us a victory. I have already finished the homework for the week at the beginning of the weak. My teachers all know to give me the homework for the week on Monday and I finish it then. They know I am too smart for their classes but I like going to them. It makes me feel like I am somewhat normal.

Raven and Jason made me feel normal too, they were so casual and Raven treated me like an adult. Jason didn't care how old I was he didn't care when I angered him. I could respect that.