Once Alfred had shut the door to the infirmary, Jason grabbed Bruce's arm and led him to a corner, far away from everyone else. "What really happened to Dick?" He demanded, "He looked scared, like- like he was terrified of- of you."

"No that-" Bruce started.

"Don't tell me it was nothing. 'Cause it wasn't. This has happened to him before, hasn't it."

"Yes, but it was never this bad."

"What does he see."

"Him failing. Not being good enough for me or for this family. It destroys him. He believes everything the fear toxin shows him," Bruce let in. He couldn't lie to Jason forever. Jason was too smart for that. He would find out eventually.

"Why couldn't you just tell me, tell them," Jason said, gesturing to the other heroes.

"Dick thought that if they knew, they would think he was weak. That he couldn't handle being Nightwing, being a part of this family," Bruce looked at his feet, "He's terrified of failing, always has. I constantly have to remind him that he's good enough. That he's a part of this family. It's tough on him. He always feels like he has to be there for everyone else. To take care of them, to be strong. But, no one ever cares for him," Bruce sighed. He felt a weight lift from his chest.

"Bruce…" Jason couldn't find the right words. Dick, Nightwing, a person he used to look up to. A person he thought had no weaknesses, no flaws. It made total sense now that he heard it. How could he not have seen how insecure the man was? How could he have been so blind? So- so heartless and selfish? He could have been there when Dick needed him, but instead, he was off smoking and getting drunk. He even went so far as to kill people, even after everything Bruce had taught him. He only did those things to make everyone mad. To make everyone notice him. The only person who ever came to check on him anymore was Dick. But Dick never had anyone to check on him…

"I'm sorry, Jason," Bruce said, laying his hand on Jason's shoulder.

Jason flinched at the touch of Bruce's palm and lightly pushed it away, "Just- just go talk to them. Explain it to them. Dick will understand," And with that, Jason left Bruce in the corner and went to join the rest of the family.

Bruce followed shortly after. "You may have noticed that Dick was a little… off. I would like to explain it to you, but… it's not my place. Dick should be the one to tell you all," Bruce walked away, back into the infirmary.

"Oof…" Jason grumbled under his breath, "Wrong move, Old Man."

"You what!" Dick yelled, "That was my secret Bruce! They look up to me. If they see that I'm weak…" Dick lowered his voice to a whisper, barely able to hold back tears.

"I thought you would want to tell them…" Bruce said quietly, obviously regretting his decision.

"No, Bruce! Why would I want to tell them!" Dick's face turned red with anger.

"I-I…" Bruce started, but then he straightened up, narrowing his eyes. "Dick, nobody in this house cares if you have flaws or weaknesses. You've done enough for them. They will always stand beside you, but just this once, let them help you." Bruce then placed his hand on Dick's uninjured leg.

Just as Bruce spoke, Jason burst into the room, the rest of the family right behind him, "Oh, I'm sorry, did I just ruin a moment?"

"Yes, yes you did," Dick grumbled.

"Whoops…" Jason said, shrugging, "But don't worry Dickiebird, I already told them everything."

"Thanks, Jason, that's very helpful," Dick said sarcastically.

"Your welcome," Jason smiled.

Damian quickly interrupted, "Why did you not tell us?"

Damian was pouting and looking almost furious. Tim looked empathetic for an unknown reason that Dick didn't know. The rest of the family just looked concerned. "I didn't know how you would react…" Dick replied, "I thought you might look at me differently."

Damian blurted, "I saw my training in the league. Mainly the sessions with my grandfather."

They stared at Damian in shock. He never talked about his training with his grandfather, ever. "If there is anyone you should be looking at differently it's me. I have killed since I was born. I have more kills than all of the villains we hunt down and throw in jail. You more than anyone, Grayson, should know that we wouldn't judge you."

Damian was scowling at Dick, but slightly shaking. Everyone smirked except Dick, who looked guilty. "Sorry Little Wing," Dick started, "I-I guess I was… afraid. Not only was I afraid of the villains we've faced, but I was afraid of myself." Dick looked at Bruce, "I don't want to be the Batman. I want to be myself, I don't want to have to fill in your shoes 'cause I know- I know I'll never be good enough."

The room was silent, no one knew what to say. After a few more seconds, Bruce spoke up. "Dick, you don't have to fill my shoes, I'm not saying you have to be Batman. You can be yourself, Nightwing, Dick, my son…" Dick smiled slightly.

Jason started to slow clap and wiped away fake tears, "So beautiful!"

Tim reached over and smacked him. "Don't ruin this for them. They're finally bonding over something useful!"

Jason just laughed and gestured for them to continue. Dick joined his laughing and gave a sorry look to Bruce, "Well that was nice, but we should probably move on. Thanks again to someone." He looked pointedly at Jason.

"Whoops!" Jason said as he walk out of the room, "I'm going home."

In the distance they heard a motorcycle start and drive out of the cave.