The Bat-Family was back at the Batcave now. Tim and Stephanie were in the infirmary, Alfred and Leslie were tending to them. The family all showing nerves with tapping feet and fingers. Suddenly, Leslie appeared into the Batcave's main room. "They're going to be okay," she told them.

Dick jumped out of his chair and started bouncing like an impatient two-year-old. "Can we see them?" He asked.

Leslie nodded but warned, "They're still asleep, but be prepared, they don't look so great."

They all rushed to the medical division of the cave. Bruce was in the front closely followed by Dick and Jason. Damian just walked slowly. "Tt, impatient fools," he scoffed, but as soon as no one was watching he to started to run after them.

Jason let out a profanity as soon as he saw Tim and Stephanie's condition. "Language!" Alfred scolded at him from Tim's bedside.

Cass ran to Steph while Dick and Bruce ran to see Tim. Jason watched awkwardly from the doorway, he still wasn't completely comfortable with his place in the family. It had only been a year since he had been invited back to Wayne Manor. He hadn't accepted the offer immediately in fear of messing up his chance with his family, but after a patrol he had been severely injured. Tim found him and brought him home. Since then he'd bonded with the little bird. It hurt to see his little brother and sister on the medical beds, barely recognizable. "Master Jason are you alright?" Alfred asked.

Jason smiled stiffly. Then, Damian walked in although everyone could tell he'd been running. "Damian Wayne, running in the Batcave," Jason gasped, "Scandal!"

Damian glared at Jason, "Stop your teasing, their is a much more pressing matter, we shouldn't be distracted."

Dick shushed them and pointed to Tim, whose eyelids were starting to flutter open. "Wh-a-at, what happened?" Tim asked.

The whole family rushed over to see him. They all started telling the story at once until Alfred scolded them. Tim gave a small chuckle that was cut off by coughing. Once he caught his breath he asked, "Dick what happened?"

Dick started to explain the talk with Ra's, how Tim had collapsed, and how they brought him back to the batcave. Once Dick was done he he flicked Tim in the head. "That's what you get for not telling us that you were injured!" Dick ranted, "We thought you were dead! You could have died!"

"Sorry…" Tim whispered bashfully.

"You better be sorry, Timbo," Jason added.

Damian scoffed and walked over to Stephanie's bed. "No one in this family can properly take care of themselves," He whispered.

Cass had also walked over to Stephanie's bed after giving Tim a hug. She nodded, hearing Damian's prior two former assassins sat on the chairs next to Stephanie's bed enjoying the peace and quiet. Over at the other bed, Tim was very droopy, barely able to keep his eyes open. "How's Steph?" He asked sleepily.

"She'll be fine, Replacement," Jason assured.

Tim flashed a smile, "Good, good," He then drifted back off to sleep.

"Goodnight Tim," Bruce whispered as he made his way to Damian's side to see Stephanie.

As Bruce approached the bedside, Damian glanced at him, "She's doing fine, Father," He informed the man. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some more patrolling to do," Damian pushed past Bruce, but Bruce quickly grabbed his arm.

"Damian," Bruce paused, trying to find the right words to say, "You don't have to be so closed off around us. We're your family, you can talk to us. To me."

Damian froze. Then he snarled, "Tt, I am not closed off! I do what I want!"

Damian yanked his arm out of his father's grasp and stomped out of the room.

Jason and Dick quickly walked over to Bruce, "What was that about?" Jason asked.

"Nothing, but Dick, maybe you should go talk to him. You two are close- or at least, closer," Bruce said. He looked almost… defeated?

"Sure thing," Dick said quickly. He then left the room to go find Damian.

"Go away, Grayson!" Damian yelled. He was on the roof of the Wayne Enterprises building when Dick approached him.

"You know I can't do that, Dami. Why don't you come back to the manor? Tell us what's wrong," Dick offered comfortingly, walking closer to Damian. He went over and sat next to the small boy, putting his arm around Damian's shoulders. Dick quickly noticed that Damian was trembling slightly, "Damian?"

Damian looked up at Dick, tears streaming down his face. Neither of them had to say anything because Dick brought Damian into a large hug, holding him tightly against his chest. "I-I don't want to lose any of you," Damian sobbed, his voice quivering.

It was times like this he realised Damian was only a kid. He was a thirteen year old who had never been allowed to be normal. Being forced to kill people day after day as a toddler, his father being Batman. It was a lot to handle, even for someone as strong as Damian. As soon as the moment started though it ended. Damian stood up wiping away his tears, then he quickly pulled out his katana, pointing it directly at Dick. "Tell anyone about this, and you're dead," He warned.

"Sure thing, Demon Spawn," Dick chuckled, pushing Damian's blade away. The young assassin quickly sheathed it. Then, the pair heard sirens coming from the streets below. "Come on, let's go," Dick beckoned for Damian to come with him and together, they leaped from the building, grappling their way down.

"Where are they?" Jason asked, worried, "No matter how far Demon Spawn ran Dick would have found him and brought him back already," It had been almost three hours since Dick went to find Damian and the tension was growing in the Batcave. Tim was now fully awake, but not able to fully stand and walk yet. Stephanie was still asleep, however, but Alfred assured them that she would wake up soon.

"You're right," Bruce said, a sense of panic washed over him and he ran to the Batcomputer, activating Dick and Damian's trackers. The computer showed that the two boys were in an abandoned warehouse near a dock. The two dots weren't moving. "Jason!" Bruce called, "Get in here now!"

"What'd you find Old Man?" Jason asked.

"Suit up, I found the boys," Bruce told him as he left to become Batman.

Dick woke up in a small dark room, a large spotlight shining in his face. He couldn't remember how he got there. Dick could vaguely feel ropes keeping him bound to the chair. "Robin?" Dick whispered.

"I'm here," A reply came from the across the room.

Damian was under a second spotlight, obviously frustrated. Damian kept talking, "Do you remember how we got here?"

"No, but have you tried getting out of your bonds yet?" Dick asked hopefully as he tried to find a weakness in the rope.

"I remember now, we were fighting Crane," Damian groaned.

Suddenly, Scarecrow appeared from a dark corner, holding two large vials filled with a strange green gas. Fear toxin!

"What do you want Scarecrow?" Dick asked, clearly bored.

Scarecrow glared at him before smirking. "I wouldn't be so smug, Nightwing. Ra's al Ghul himself helped with this serum. These new toxins will work on even you two, and show you your deepest fear," Crane explained eerily.

Damian quivered slightly at the mention of his grandfather. It had only been one day since the events in the warehouse, could they not have a small break from this madness? Of course not, they were a family of orphans and assassins, trying to live a normal day life when at night they were a family of masked vigilantes. Life never gave them a break. "Now if you'll excuse me I need to test these new toxins out," Scarecrow laughed wickedly, "and now I have the perfect test subjects!"

Dick glared at the retreating form of Scarecrow. Once he was gone he whispered, "You free yet, Robin?"

Damian had been sawing at the rope the whole time and after a few seconds the ropes fell off the chair and he rushed over to help Dick. As soon as they were free however, a voice came on over the intercoms in the corners of the room, "You can't leave yet birds. I still have a test to do."

The room fell silent as green gasses started to come from pipes in the floor. Dick reached for his gas mask from his utility belt, only to find it was gone. Damian had obviously noticed this too because he was running toward the door. Once he reached it he realized it was sealed shut. "Dang it!" Damian shouted.

The gas quickly filled their lungs and they fell unconscious.