Bruce and Jason quickly found their way to the warehouse. They were now on top of a nearby building, keeping watch for any sign of movement. "Their trackers still say they're inside," Bruce informed Jason, "We need to go in."

"No duh, Old Man," Jason said matter-of-factly, "Now come on, we should go inside and find them," Jason leaped from the building, Bruce following close behind. They reached the large front doors and quickly forced them open. As soon as they opened the doors, a familiar green gas leaked out.

"Fear toxin!" Bruce shouted. He quickly put on a gas mask and ran over to Jason. Luckily, Jason was wearing his mask so the filter in it blocked out the toxin.

After most of the gas had dissipated, Bruce and Jason entered the warehouse. Quickly, they found the unconscious bodies of Dick and Damian.

Bruce ran to Dick and Jason followed checking on Damian. "Come on, Demon Spawn! Wake up!" Jason yelled as he shook Damian. Jason finally gave up and slapped Damian across the face. Damian sat straight up and immediately, his eyes widened. He quickly back away from Jason, his hand hovering near his katana, ready to attack.

Bruce also was able to wake up Dick, however, his reaction was almost identical to Damian's.

"Dick? Dick! Snap out of it!" Bruce frantically shook Dick's shoulders.

"Not good enough. Not good enough," Dick chanted under his breath.

"Jason! What's going on?" Bruce called to Jason who was trying to comfort a resistant Damian.

"I think I can answer that," Scarecrow said as he stepped out of the shadows.

"Scarecrow, of course!" Jason scowled.

"What do you want?" Bruce asked.

"I just wanted to test my new fear toxin. It was given to me by Ra's al Ghul himself. It causes even the most fearless souls to quiver, quite like the little birds," Scarecrow explained.

"Why you little-" Jason started, but Bruce quickly interrupted.

"Why? What do you and all the other villains want with us?" Bruce asked angrily.

Scarecrow answered, "To answer that you will have to ask Ra's himself."

"Well then why isn't Ra's here? Is he too scared from the last time we fought him?" Jason taunted.

Scarecrow grinned, "He doesn't have to be here anyway. You'll be too occupied fighting your little birds," Scarecrow pointed behind Jason and Bruce where Dick and Damian were in a fighting stance, their weapons out.

"Nightwing. Robin. What are you doing?" Bruce asked, trying to hide the panic behind his voice.

"We won't be pushed around any longer!" The two boys shouted at the same time.

"Don't make us hurt you!" Jason begged, his hands were hovering over his guns, ready to take a warning shot at any moment.

"You can't replace me, Grandfather!" Damian yelled. He then charged at Jason, raising his katana.

"I'm tired of not being enough for you!" Dick yelled.

Jason, who was dodging lethal attacks from Damian, shouted at Bruce, "What is going on?!"

"I think they see us as their enemy," Bruce stated as he dodged a kick aimed at him by Dick.

"No, duh! I think Robin over here thinks I'm his grandfather!" Jason said, clearly done with this nonsense.

"Well that's," Bruce paused, looking for the right word, "interesting…"

Jason and Bruce continued to dodge their blows. Jason had several spots that were bleeding from Damian's constant attacks. Finally, after one last attack from Damian, Jason was able to strike Damian in the head with the grip of his gun. Damian collapsed, unconscious. Bruce, on the other hand, was stilling battling with Dick. Dick would kick at Bruce, but Bruce would immediately block it with his arm. "A little help here, Jason!" Bruce called.

Jason was beginning to lift Damian up onto his shoulder when he pulled out his gun and fired at Dick, hitting him in the leg. Dick fell to the ground, screaming loudly.

"JASON!" Bruce yelled in his angriest voice, "WHY WOULD DO THAT?"

"What?" Jason said nonchalantly, "You said to help. This is me helping."

"This is not helpful!" Bruce gestured to Dick, who was shaking with pain. Bruce quickly ran to Dick, cradling him in his arms, " Are you okay?" Bruce asked frantically, looking over the wound in his leg.

Dick was silent, he only looked at the ceiling, a pained look on his face.

"Come on, Dick. Let's get out of here," Bruce said gently as he helped Dick to his uninjured leg.

All four of them then left the warehouse, heading as quickly as they could back to the manor.

"What about Scarecrow?" Jason asked as they headed down to the Batcave.

"We'll worry about him later, first we should take care of these two," Bruce replied, nodded his head towards Dick and Damian. Once they reached the infirmary, Alfred, Cass, and Barbara came to greet them.

"What happened this time?" Barbara asked. She looked worried as she helped a wide-eyed Dick to a bed.

"Scarecrow," Jason answered, handing Damian over to Alfred, who placed him on a bed next to Dick's. "He used a new, stronger, fear toxin."

"So then… who knocked out Damian and shot Dick in the leg?" Cass asked quizzically.

"Jason did," Bruce grumbled. He then sat down next to Dick, holding his hand as Alfred patched up his leg.

Dick still didn't say a word. He looked straight ahead, not even seeming to acknowledge Bruce or Alfred or, frankly, anyone in the room.

Bruce glared at everyone in the room, even Tim and Stephanie who were now awake and moving around. They took this as a sign to leave. After everyone left, except for Damian, who was still sound asleep, Bruce squeezed Dick's hand. "Tell me what's wrong. Please!" Bruce pleaded, "I need to know what you're going through before I can help you."

Dick moved a little, but still didn't say anything.

"I know- I know I've messed up. I know I haven't been there when you needed me most, but please, I'm begging you, talk to me," Bruce's voice was now barely more than a whisper.

Dick stirred even more and eventually turned to look at Bruce, "I'm sorry," He whispered, tears starting to form in his eyes, "I'm sorry I'm not good enough. I couldn't protect Damian. I couldn't even protect myself from getting captured by Scarecrow! I'm useless. What's the point of me still being here? Me still being a part of this family?" Tears were now slowly making their way down Dick's face.

"Oh Dick… You'll always be good enough," Bruce said gently, "you'll always be apart of this family, no matter what, and you're not useless, you never were. Don't ever think of yourself like that," Bruce leaned towards Dick and wrapped his arms around him, embracing the young man in a hug.

"You can come in now," Alfred said to the rest of the Bat-family who were waiting outside the infirmary. They all entered to see Bruce and Dick smiling and whispering to each other. Damian was beginning to slowly wake up, though a large bump had now formed on the top of his head.

"What the heck was that for, Todd?" Damian scowled once Jason entered the room smirking.

"What? I thought it was fun!" Jason started before noticing Alfred's look, "I mean, sorry."

"Whatever," Damian grumbled. He then touched his head and winced, "How hard did you hit me?"

"Hard enough to get through your thick head," Tim butted in.

"No one asked you, Drake," Damian glared at Tim, daring him to interrupt again.

"Anyway," Jason started again, "How's Dick," This time he was speaking to Bruce who had just joined the group.

"He's fine, just needed to be patched up a little. No thanks to you," Bruce scowled, but he was secretly very happy.

"Master Bruce, I think we should let Master Dick and Master Damian rest. Also, I need to change Master Tim and Miss Stephanie's bandages," Alfred then shooed everyone out of the room.