Anaphylactic shock. A severe allergic reaction, but to what? Thomas didn't trust anyone to run the blood tests, but his training was limited in testing for allergies, so he had to trust someone, sure there were many people who were skilled enough to run the tests, but it was different when it was for his ward. Because of Dick's reaction his blood work was being done right away, in addition a typical skin prick allergy test was done as well. Thomas was still waiting for the blood test to come back, and all they found out from the skin prick test was Dick had an allergy to kiwi. While that was helpful information, it was not pertinent to the current situation unless Jonathan Crane used kiwi in his Fear Toxin.

There was a gentle knock at the door of Dick's room, it was a nurse with a piece of paper in her hand. "Pathology wanted me to bring this to you. It's the result of Dick's blood test." She handed the paper over to the doctor.

"Thank you," Thomas said looking over the paper.

They had the ingredients to one of the strands of Scarecrows toxins, but the mad scientist in the short time since he had been causing problems in Gotham had been known to tweak his hallucinogenic toxin. They ran tests on all the drugs in toxin as well an any other hallucinogenic drugs, and it came back he was allergic to phencyclidine

The PCP, that was in the Fear Gas was modified to be more potent causing the victim to experience longer, more powerful hallucinations that could last days after the drug left the body. It was also mixed with a cocktail of other drugs that helped the PCP keep it's effects longer lasting.

In typical situations like Bruce's the antidote would suppress an effects caused by the drug, but in Dick's situation the antidote made his condition worse since the antidote contained traces amounts of the fear toxin.

Everything about Dick's situation was puzzling. He was given epinephrine by the paramedics stop his allergic reaction, but this didn't seem to help. This lead Thomas to believe that the Fear Toxin had something to do with Dick's coma.

"Dick, what's going on with you?" Thomas asked the comatose boy, he placed his hand on the boy's. He nearly lost Bruce two months ago, and now Dick, he wasn't prepared of anything happen to the wheelchair bound boy who hardly left the manor.

Flash and Superboy were successful in escaping Wayne Manor and meet with Robin in alley by the comic book store where everything happened. It had started to rain now.

"Okay Robin, what's the plan?" Flash asked, stopping by his friend.

"You might want this," he handed over a clear rebreather mask to Flash. "I also have comm links. Since Batman's is built into his cowl I have Agent A's and Nightwing's, Bruce handed Flash and Superboy. "they are already set up, just push the button to respond. Obviously we don't have Nightwing for support, today. I have my computer on my Robin Cycle that will help us, we will also use your unique abilities, but stay in the shadows."

"Robin are you sure you want to do this? I mean Scarecrow didn't even know he hurt Nightwing." Jon tried to reason with the team's leader fitting the ear piece in right ear.

"He nearly killed him! I don't care if he knows! Dick's in a coma and not breathing!"

"I think what Superboy is trying to say, are you sure you don't want to involve Batman?" Flash said trying to reason with him as well.

"I gave you the choice of coming with me, you can back out now, but I am going." Robin hopped onto his bike and drove away.

"Robin is going to do what Robin wants," Superboy said racing after him, with Flash by his side.

"We just need to follow along with him to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."

Dr. Jonathan Crane, Scarecrow typically worked alone, but there were times when he would team up with other villains of Gotham, meaning many easy to hire henchmen. Robin decided he was not going to be picky with who he asked questions, someone would know something.

Dick's eyes snapped open and he tried to scream, but the breathing tube stopped him from doing so. He reached his hand up to his mouth in an attempt to remove it, since this action was near impossible for the boy he started to gag.

"Whoa! No! Stop it!" Thomas put his hands on Dick's to force him to stop, "let me help you." It wasn't going to be easy as Dick didn't take Thomas's actions as help, and started to thrash around to get the doctor off him. Thomas knew Dick was going to become a danger for himself. One of the nurses brought Dick's hospital bed up so that the boy was sitting up, incase he calmed enough for the Doctor to remove the tube.

"Calm down, look at my eyes," Thomas tried to gain Dick's attention, but the boy continued to trash around and choke. Two nurses held down each arm, for a young boy his strength impressed them.

"Trust me, please. All I want you to do is listen to me…" Thomas almost begged, but that didn't help, "Get me a 0.1 ketamine now!" Thomas ordered pinning Dick's arms down to his side as the boy continued to thrash as more help arrived, including Dr. Johnson.

It pained Thomas to inject with the boy with anesthetic, but the way he was acting would only injure him.

"Thomas," Logan said, "you did the right thing he was going to hurt himself or someone else.

Dr. Wayne sighed and went over to his colleague "I know…"

"I think we may need to try an antipsychotic drug. I want to start him on a low dose of Zymoria, it's new anti psychotic, it's an intramuscular (IM) drug. As this is no longer just a case of an allergic reaction, we need to treat the symptoms that he has." Logan had been putting great thought into what drug to help his young patient, he also had to take into consideration what scare Dick, or cause him to do something to harm himself. "It's a relatively fast acting drug."

"I don't want to, not just yet. This could be he's coming down from the fear toxin…I would just like to see his reaction when he wakes up. If he has another reaction then…" Thomas trailed. He knew the adverse effects of drugs similar to the new antipsychotic and he didn't want that for Dick.

"Thomas, do you really want him to experience a hallucination again? You can't keep giving him ketamine, that will help for so long."

"I know…we need see exactly what his hallucination is like…" For the first time since Dick was admitted into the hospital he felt like a worried parent rather than a doctor. "I understand."

"The reaction he just had combined with the results I have seen from his EEG, I think it will be beneficial "

Dr. Wayne sighed, "I agree, as a doctor. As his guardian I am worried, he so young."

"I know you're worried, and you also know everything I will tell you to reassure you. I hope you take my word that I am going to do everything I can to help Dick."

"Thank you, Logan."

"You're welcome, and I will stay here at the hospital until Dick wakes up again."

Robin stopped suddenly when he saw a robbery in progress. He could hear the alarms sounding, but then suddenly cut off. He looked at the building, sure he wanted to go after Scarecrow, but it was still his responsibility to protect the city.

"Flash, check the perimeter!" Robin called out, "Superboy areal search!" Robin got off his bike and made his way inside.

Robin carefully entered jewelry store. There was an know number of robbers inside. They did have a look out (that he could see) and the alarm cut off, it was inside job. Once inside he could see two robbers, they were dresses in black and wore ski masks. For a robbery the are was remarkably clean.

"I'd suggest you stop right there." Bruce growled.

"The roof is clear," Superboy reported.

"Perimeter is clear," Flash reported.

No reply came from Robin.

"What gives you the right to tell us what to do?" a voice replied, it was female's voice.

"What you are doing is wrong!" he replied.

"What I am doing is wrong? What's wrong is that Mr. Fain stole my pearls." She whipped around pointing a gun at him.

"Put the gun down, and rather then speak with him about, you will steal them back? There must be another way," Robin tried to reason.

"Lea…" the other robber called.

"Just keep going!" she spat at the robber by the safe keeping here eyes on Robin, but the teen could tell she was scared. She turned her attention back to Robin.

"You don't want to do this, You're going about this the wrong way," Robin walked closer to the girl, she was hardly taller than himself. His arm was out stretched, ready to disarm her.

"Stealing is wrong, that's why your stopping me, right?" Lea asked.

"Robin, by the sound of the sirens police will be here in two minutes." Superboy spoke into the comm.

Robin touched the comm link in his ear. "Lea, right? Just put the gun down" Robin said keeping his voice even and calm. "You know this isn't right, there's something more…"

"They were my mom's, she died last year." he hands started to shake as she spoke.

"That's still no reason—" he still slowly made his way close to her.

"You don't know what it's like!" She snapped.

"And how do you know?" Robin asked catching her off guard so he could disarm her. He took the gun in his hand and tucked it into his utility belt.

"I…" her voice cracked, the other girl made her way over to Lea.

"Lea, the police are on their way, just tell them everything that happened. Maybe they can help you. Take my hand, let's go." Robin put his hand out to her, but she didn't take it, instead she dropped to her knees and started to cry. The Teen Wonder knelt down in front of her. "I know what it's like." he helped her stand up and led her from the building with the other girl close behind. When they arrived outside the building they were meet with police officers with the guns drawn, once the saw Robin with the girls they dropped their guns and rushed over to them.

"Nothing was stollen," Robin reported handing the girl over, "listen to her. I have her gun, it's in my belt." he turned around showing the gun, one of the officers removed it.

"Thank you," the officer turned his back to Robin as the two girls were loaded into the back of the police care. He turned back around but the Teen vigilante was gone.

Robin meet Superboy and Flash on the roof they were waiting on. "Let's find Scarecrow." Bruce used his grappling gun to fly off the roof and deeper into Gotham.

Barry and Jon looked at each other before taking off after their friend.

Thomas was resting his eyes, it had been a stressful day, what happened to Dick was like nothing he'd had ever seen. Right now he was happy that Dicks was breathing on his own. Currently the boy was still sleeping off the effects of the ketamine. His wrists were restrained in case he woke up thrashing again, so that he would not hurt anyone around him, or himself. As a doctor Thomas understood the reasoning behind restraining the boy, but as a parent he didn't want to see the boy restrained.

It was going to be interesting to see what Dick's reaction would be when he woke up.

His phone went off, when he looked at who was calling it was Alfred.

"Alfred? What is it?"

"Your bird left the nest, but I have sent Mr. Kent after him I hope you do not mind."

"Damn it. I thought having Clark there would stop this from happening."

"Clearly not, as all three boys are gone."

"Have Clark—" Thomas's words were cut off by screaming. "Dick, it's Thomas…"

"No! Go away!" Dick called out, he arched his back trying to move.

"Dick stop it—" was the last phrase Alfred heard before the line went dead.

Dick struggled against his bindings, "don't hurt me!"

"Dick, I won't hurt you, you're having a hallucination."

"Bats…so many bats…"

"There's no bats, just you an me." Thomas placed a hand on Dick's shoulder.

"Go away!" Dick called out.

Every time Dick spoke these words it hurt Thomas, even if these were words of decisions, and possibly linked to the bats he was seeing. "I won't hurt you. This is all made up in your head." Thomas removed his hand from the boy, "look at me, I won't hurt you. I want to help you."

"They want to hurt me…" Dick started to cry now.

"I will protect you." Thomas knew he could handle and slapping or hitting the boy could dish out, and he had to need to worry about the boy running away. He took restraints off Dick's wrists hesitantly. He then lowered down one of the bed rails and pulled Dick into his arms. Once the boy was in his arms he started to cry harder.

Logan had been watching from the doorway. He was only going to intervene if Thomas had gone in over his head, but it appeared he was able to calm Dick this time, that was a good sign. The young doctor stepped into the room and walked over to the pair. He took the blanket off the bed and covered the boy with this.

"Thank you," Thomas mouthed gently stroking Dick hair and he continued to mumbled about bats. "Logan wait…"

The younger doctor turned around to face the older doctor. "I will get a low does of the Zymoria." he guessed what Dr. Wayne was going to say.

Thomas nodded he continued to sooth Dick. He looked down at the boy, it had been six months since he look the boy in. Thomas did his best to keep Dick out of the media spot light, but it was difficult, especially since his parent's deaths were very public. Thomas knew this recent event would bring Dick back into the public eye.

Some stories broke that Thomas took Dick in as a publicity stunt since he and Bruce had just gotten back to Gotham full time. The billionaire quickly squashed these rumors and explained his empathy for the boy. He even revealed that he and Martha had considered adoption prior to her death, and with Dick's situation and Martha's death it seemed right to take him in.

"Dick?" Thomas spoke softly, but the boy didn't reply, "I want to adopt you. I know how much you love your parents, I don't want to replace them." He gently smoothed down the boys messy hair, "I just want you to be take care of if anything happens to me, so quickly you have found a place in my heart. Sometimes I feel like Martha sent you to me, to make sure I didn't do anything stupid. She was always worried about me. Joke's on her Dickie, that's already happened. But meeting you make me think it over, but this city needs me."

Clark knew he had to work quickly to find the boys. While Jon and Barry wouldn't do anything rash, Bruce on the other hand was not thinking clearly. Once he got close enough he would be able to hear each of the boy's heart beats.

Superman was easily able to narrow in on his son's heart beat, and with it he could hear Barry and Bruce's, he quickened his pace and found his way to small rundown bar.

"Robin!" Superman called seeing the teen holding a criminal by his neck several inches from the ground.

"My dad!" Jon said to Barry.

"Is he here too?" Barry's eyes flickered to Robin thinking of Batman.

Bruce dropped the criminal violently and looked over to Superman and sighed, "Who called you?" he snapped.

"Agent A." Superman said.

Robin huffed, "I am doing what he won't, well can't…"

"I am not having this discussion with you, this is one you are going to have with your father, he wants to meet you in the Batcave." He turned to the other two boys, "Superboy, Flash you will join that meeting, we are all

In order for Thomas to have a proper meeting with Bruce where they could freely they had to meet in the Batcave, but with Dick's hallucinations still not under control both doctors thought it would be best if someone the boy knew was waiting for him when be woke up.

Alfred was sitting in the chair next to Dick's bed. "Now Master Richard, you get better straight away, Masters Thomas and Bruce are worried about you, as am I. They need you young sir. You get better and I promise you can help me in the kitchen." Alfred shook his head and looked at the sleeping boy. "Now let us see what is in these comics you like so much," Alfred reached over and took the top one. "You see this every night, but yet you still insist on reading about it."

"Bruce, what the hell were you thinking?" Thomas snapped as he entered the Batcave to the already waiting Bruce.

"I was doing something you wouldn't!" Bruce challenged.

"Because then wasn't the time! Dick needed his family with him! Going out after Scarecrow was not high priority!"

"There's two of us, you dealt with Dick and I dealt with Scarecrow. We're a team that's how it works. Beside I had Barry and Bruce with me."

"Then explain why the two of them were behind you?"

"I was scouting the area," Bruce said.

"When you have a speedster and a half Kryptonian who can see threw walls? Bruce part of being part of a team is working together, not solo work."

"How often pave you gone out alone?" The teen challenged

"I have had Nightwing or Agent A."

"They aren't in the field,"

"I not a impatient teenager, fueled by anger on a power trip. You still did suffer the effects of the fear toxin, even if the antidote works, it's still there."

"I had the same training at you, I should be treated the same."

"When you should you can listen and have restraint I will."

"He almost killed Dick!"

"Know imagine how I feel, getting a phone call from Alfred telling me about your disappearing act, and the same time Dick is having a hallucination." Bruce's face dropped. He didn't think about that. "You don't think Bruce you just act. You're heart is in the right place, but you need to have a plan."

Bruce was at Dick's bed side reading a comic to him. His father was finally caught convinced to get some sleep, and while he did Bruce offered to watch Dick.

"NO! NO!" Dick screamed.

Bruce wished his hadn't pushed his father tips on what to do if Dick had a psychosis episode. All he knew was it could happen, because Dr. Johnson and his father were testing how much medication would help Dick's hallucinations.

"Dick?" Bruce questioned seeing the younger boy thrashing around. "Someone help!" Bruce called.

"No...go way!" Dick smacked Bruce's hand away. "The birds!" The boy went to shield his face.

Bruce tried to hold Dick back, but the younger boy fought back, by continuing to swat at the teen, thinking it was the birds.

Dr. Johnson was near by and came running in to help Bruce calm Dick down.

"Dick, it's Logan, you are having a hallucination."

"The birds want to hurt me…"

"I won't let them…" Bruce said.

"Dick, it's just a hallucination, focus on Bruce and me," Logan's voice was calm and soothing.

"They're going to hurt me…" Dick whimpered as he tried to hide

Bruce took a hold of Dick's hand, this time he didn't fight him.

"Be careful," Dr. Johnson said.

"Dickie, listen to me. Focus on my voice."

"Bruce?" Dick asked having a moment of recognizing trying to sit up.

"Yes, it's me!" Bruce smiled, "but don't sit up..." Bruce pushed Dick back down into the bed.

"I'm scared..." Dick's voice shook, his eyes rapidly looked around.

"Don't be, it's all in your head, and I'm here. I won't let anyone hurt you."

"Why's this happening?" Dick looked Bruce in the eyes, the younger boy still looked fearful, and he had started to cry.

"I don't know, Dickie." Bruce wiped away some tears with his thumb

"Will you stay with me?" Dick asked.

"Of course, scoot over." The teen instructed climbing into the bed.

"Bruce, I'll be right back," Logan told the teen, but not saying why.

Bruce nodded, he understood what the doctor was doing, he was getting another dose of medication for the boy.

Dick did what he was told. "Bruce, I'm scared..." he repeated what he said earlier.

"I know. But nothing can hurt you while I'm here."

"What if I never walk again?" Dick sobbed.

It was then Bruce realized what the second I'm scared was for. Dick was going into a full blown melt down. Sure he had his out burst of self pity, but he would always composed himself after, well in the recent months more so. Dick hadn't had a full on break down since he declared he didn't want to talk about it after he fell on the even bars. Now it was clear he wanted to. Was it the fear toxin making him think of all this? Perhaps, but that same day Dick declared he didn't want to talk about Bruce called Dick his brother for the first time, and right now that's what the younger boy needed.

"I don't care," Bruce said.

"I do!" Dick snapped. "Why didn't I die? Why was I left broken?"

"Dick, I want you to listen to me. I know you have had it a lot harder than me, you lost both your parents and your ability to walk, but you are strong, stronger than anyone I know. You're not broken, just different-"

"I don't wanna be! I wanna fly! It's so unfair that Jon can..."

Bruce didn't know how to respond. What could he be say? "I'm jealous of your strength, my mother died and rather than being strong for my father I followed him down a dark road."

"Why do you keep saying I'm strong?"

"Because you are...I was twelve when my mom died. After she died it became a dark time for my dad and me. She was our rock, she was the one who was always there for me. My dad was, but between the hospital and Wayne Enterprise he was always busy. After my mom died he became more distant...and this time I had no one. I mean I had Alfred...but that's not the same...well not at the time...one day it because too much for me. I was felling so alone, so unwanted." Bruce took a long pause before he continued, "I've never told anyone this...not my dad not the therapists they made me see, Alfred is the only other one who know. You can't tell anyone. Not Barry, not Jon...I'm not proud of it," he paused again, "but I tried to commit suicide. I thought that was going to be the answer. Alfred came in, he saw me with the blade hovering over my wrist, getting ready to make another cut..." Bruce swallowed hard and subconsciously rubbed his finger over his left wrist. "He stopped me. He didn't say much, he pulled me into a hug and told me he would always be there for me. It wasn't long after that my dad took me to the Himalayas and we started training. I was weak then, that's why I say you are strong, you haven't tried to take the so called easy way out. You have tried you best, done everything you cane to make the best of your situation. That makes you strong." Bruce moved a piece of hair from Dick's eyes, "I've always wanted a younger brother, and now I have one. I don't care if you stay in that wheelchair or can walk, you will always be my little brother." Bruce poked Dick in the forehead.

Dick didn't know how to respond, "I never though about having a brother or sister, until I meet you. You're the best big brother." Dick nestled his head on Bruce's shoulder, "don't leave me."

"I won't, but you have to make the same promise."

"Done," Dick said.

"Good." Bruce ruffled Dick's hair he looked down at the younger boy. He never though he would find a rock again after his mother died, and he never expected it to be a boy who was younger than him, who's has a hard life.

The door opened, Bruce's head snapped into its direction. It was Dr. Johnson and his father.

"Hi boys," Thomas smiled, "you feeling a little better Dick? Logan said you had another hallucination."

"The bats are back…" Dick mumbled hiding his face in Bruce's shoulder.

"Bats now?" Bruce asked worried, a moment of realization hit the teen. When Dick first woke up and saw him he spoke of birds, and now he saw his father he saw bats. He was seeing their personas.

"Don't worry Dick, I have something here that will help you feel better." Logan said

"No!" the boy said seeing the shot.

"It will help you. You already had some, but you were sleeping when we gave it to you. It will make you a little sleepy."

"You can squeeze me hand," Bruce offered extending a hand to Dick.

Thomas placed a hand on Dick's head "it's going to be okay. We are going to make you feel better," he reiterated what Logan told the boy.

A half hour later Dick fell asleep with his head on Bruce's shoulder. Logan had other patients to see and Thomas his own business to attend, so the teen offered to stay with Dick, this was easy since Dick had fallen asleep on him and every time he tried to move he almost woke the boy and he was scared that he would have and hallucination if he woke up.

There was a knock at the door. Bruce looked up to see Jon and Barry at the door. He motioned for them to come into the room.

"Aw how cute," Barry ignored the glare he was getting from Bruce.

"What are you doing?" Jon asked pushing his glasses up his nose and taking his baseball cap off.

"He had a hallucination...he was scared..."

"I didn't know you had a soft side," Barry grinned not wanting to let Bruce down easy on this one, especially after his rampage through the city.

"Shut up," Bruce snapped causing Dick to stir in his sleep.

"Careful, you have a little bird snuggled against you." Jon smiled.

"Yeah I tried to move but he's a light sleeper," Bruce

"Is he going to be okay?" Jon asked.

"They're giving him medicine to help with the hallucinations."

"Can we do anything to help?" Barry asked.

"Did you see my dad?" Bruce asked.

"No," Barry shook his head.

"My dad said something about helping with damage control," Jon offered up.

"Like we need to deal with this on top of everything else..." Bruce sighed

"The media?" Jon asked. "I'm hearing them talking...they're saying Dick's crazy...some of them didn't even know you two took him in..."

"He's not crazy! It's the Fear Gas!" Bruce snapped. Dick started to whimper, "I'm sorry...it's okay..."

"Guys...I've been thinking...maybe we should make Dick a junior member of the team," Jon looked at Dick. "He deserves it after all this..."

"You know, Jon makes a good point. He's been helping us more too." Barry agreed.

"What do you think Nightwing, you want to be a Teen Titan?" Bruce asked. "Guess we need to wait until he wakes up."

"Welcome to the Teen Titans," Barry said.

"We can make it official when he wakes up!" Jon smiled.

Both Bruce and Thomas were home. Logan persuaded them to take a break from the hospital. Clark offered to stay with Dick, and they took him up on the offer.

"Bruce, can I speak with you?" Thomas asked calling his son into his office.

"I already told you—"

"It's not that. It's something else. I have a question for you."

"Yes?"

"How would you feel if I formally adopted Dick?"

A/N: Poor Dick is having a hard time. Despite all this, I hope you are enjoying the fic! Thanks to everyone who had read/faved/reviewed/followed this fic so far! I have so much more planed so if you are not already follow this fic and don't forget to review! What do you think Bruce will say? What do you think Dick will say? He had a lot of questions coming his way soon!

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