Batfamily Week 2020

Day 5: Insecurities | Identity Reveal | Keeping Up With The Waynes AU

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Tags: batfamweek2020, bad things happen bingo, Identity reveal, Passing out from the pain, Dick Grayson as Batman, Damian Wayne as Robin, Justice League finds out who the new Batman is, injured Damian Wayne

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Superman was cruising lazily just above the clouds, sometimes it was nice to just fly and not focus on anything. He usually tuned out all noise from the planet below, but he had been trained over time to pick out certain voices and react accordingly. One of those voices pricked at his ears now and he opened his eyes, directing his gaze towards Gotham.

"No, no! Come on Robin, don't you dare close your eyes. You'll be okay, just stay awake!" Dick Grayson's voice cracked in his ears and the usage of 'Robin' by the Original Robin made Superman confused. He turned his body towards Gotham and shot off at a high speed, the speed he only poured on when he heard Dick's next words.

"Superman, please if you can hear me, I need help. No, no, come on Robin! Stay awake for me!" Dick's voice was hitching and Superman landed on a dark alley in Gotham mere moments later, he took a step back startled at the sight of Batman kneeling on the ground, clutching at a small child in a new Robin suit, keeping pressure on a bloodied wound on Robin's side.

"Superman, he needs the medical bay in the Watchtower ASAP." Dick's voice was gravely like one the Bruce used when he was Batman, but Superman still knew Dick Grayson's voice and heartbeat after knowing him since he was a child.

"I'll take care of him, Batman, meet us at the Watchtower." Superman's mind was whirring as he tried to understand why Dick had taken up the cowl he loathed so much and why he had accepted someone new as another Robin.

"Understood, take care of him." Dick rumbled as he carefully transferred Robin into the man of steel' arms.

"B-Batman?" Robin's gloved hand lashed out, gripping at Dick's wrist.

"Superman is going to get you the help you need Robin, I'll be right behind you." The rumble in Dick's voice lessened and he brushed dark hair off of the child's forehead in a fatherly movement.

"You better be," Robin grumbled before his fingers slipped from Dick's wrist, body going slack in Superman's arms.

"He's alive, just passed out from the pain." Superman was quick to reassure Dick when he heard the other's heartbeat spike and lurch forward.

"Go, Superman," The Batman rumble was back and the caped man took a step back, merging into the darkness of the alleyway in the same way Bruce had been able to. Superman quickly took to the skies and to the Watchtower, moving faster than he ever had before not willing to let Dick down or the newest Robin to bleed out in his arms.

Dick watched as Superman disappeared with Damian firmly tucked into his chest. Dick knew from experience how safe and protected one could feel being held in Clark's arms, both in and out of costume. Dick took a step but staggered against the wall as his ribs ached and throbbed. He had taken a lot of hits while making sure Damian was safe, Robin had taken a bullet to the gut so Dick could handle how his body felt like one giant bruise and he was positive something was broken and bleeding.

All that mattered was that Damian was safe and he knew that Clark and the other Leaguers would take care of Damian. Dick slumped against the alley wall, curling an arm around his chest as he took a few rattling breathes.

"Agent A, you there?" Dick rasped out as he did his best to stay upright even as the world began to spin around him.

"Always Master Dick, Superman has collected Master Damian then?" Alfred's voice was smooth and calming in Dick's ear, but Dick knew the man long enough to hear the concern in his voice.

"Robin is safe with the League and getting help, but I think… I think I may need some help as well." Dick managed to get out as his knees gave out under him and he slumped down onto the ground.

"I shall call for the appreciate assistance Master Dick," Alfred sounded calm and it calmed Dick in the way it did when he was a child who had a nightmare.

"Much appreciated A," Dick murmured as his vision went black and he realized he hadn't closed his eyes. Dick heard feet skidding to a stop and a panicked voice call out 'Batman' before the world dissolved around him as the pain overpowered him completely.

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A steady beeping noise roused Dick from the darkness. He was already accepting the pain that was about to come as his consciousness clawed its way back up to the surface. Dick forced his eyes open and was greeted by Clark's face looking down at him and a familiar smile spread over his face when he saw Dick was awake.

"I thought I heard you waking up, how do you feel?" Clark asked as he helped Dick sit up just enough to sip some water.

"Floaty… Robin! Is he okay?" Dick blinked as panic bubbled up in his gut and his IV laden hand reached out towards Clark. Clark took Dick's hand in his own and gently squeezed it without disrupting the IV.

"He's fine, he's asleep next to you. We figured separating you would be a bad idea as it was to separate you and Bruce when you were Robin." Clark sounded fond and sad in the same way Dick felt at the reminder of how he and Bruce had been all those years ago. Dick quickly looked to his side and every part of him relaxed when he saw Damian fast asleep, breathing on his own and masked face peaceful while his own IV fed him fluids and pain relief in the same way Dick was sure his IV was doing as well.

"He's Bruce's isn't he?" Clark asked quietly as he settled into the chair between the two beds and Dick closed his eyes for a moment, noting that he unlike Damian was barefaced but he wasn't concerned with that, all the original Leaguers knew him but not as Batman.

"Damian," Dick said and Clark hummed, still holding Dick's hand falling back into his Uncle Clark position with ease and Dick was glad for it.

"Why didn't you tell us that it was you who donned the mask with Bruce gone? We could have helped… You gave the Flash quite the scare when Agent A called him for assistance." Clark wasn't accusing Dick, but guilt still settled in Dick's gut.

"A lot of things happened in Gotham and I was just honouring B's 'no meta' rule. I considered telling you, but Damian… He was hurting in a lot of ways and so was I. I never wanted the cowl but to help Damian, to help Gotham I had to wear it. I had to come to terms with that." Dick explained, never taking his eyes off of Damian, unable to look away from the small rise and fall of his chest as he breathed evenly in his sleep.

"It is okay to ask for help Dick, we'll always be here for you." Clark smiled in understanding.

"I know, after all, you came when I called." Dick gave a small smile in return.

"Always," Clark promised and Dick silently made the same promise to Damian's sleeping form.