Heya! So, finally got this chapter done. Sorry, I've been really, really busy, so even though I was really excited about this chapter it took me forever to get it on paper. Er, computer? Anyway, I really wanted to write this chapter, so we're jumping forward in time a bit. I will have chapters set before this one, however. They just won't be published in chronological order.

Anyway, here are the requests/ideas I've got so far, in absolutely no particular order:

1)Addie- something, anything with her

2)Alternate ending with Slade winning

3) Nightwing reuniting with Zee

4) Nightwing meeting up with Slade after the rescue, which may or may not be combined with

5) Slade finding out Dick's ID

If there's anything else, please request it!

Now, onto the chapter!

Three months after the rescue:

"Alright, that's it!" Dick huffed. Damian blinked at him.

Dick had visited Damian practically every week after the first month of his return. During that first month, Bruce/the Titans/every hero under the sun were watching him closely. He hardly had a minute to himself, let alone an entire day to get away. As Talia had made him promise not to reveal their location or the fact of Damian's existence before she gave her permission, he had had to wait for everyone to calm down before he could slip away to visit Damian. Once he had the opportunity, however, he visited whenever possible.

The two 'brothers' were taking a break from their acrobatics. Dick was slowly teaching Damian to use the trapeze almost as well as a Flying Grayson could. The boy grumbled and complained and insulted Dick's competence as a teacher, but Dick knew that he secretly loved the lessons. It was routine by now; Dick would arrive, chat with Talia and/or Ra's for a while, and then would disappear with Damian, either to the acrobatics room or to a public outing, then eating dinner with the al Ghuls or rushing out because of some emergency or something. No matter what, though, Dick and Damian would find time to swap stories. Damian would tell Dick of his childhood and training thus far, and Dick would tell Damian about the circus, or his own training, or escapades as Robin/Nightwing. The most popular topic, though, was Damian's father.

Which was what Damian had just asked for. This wasn't an uncommon event; Damian would ask questions about his father whenever they popped into his head. Dick's outburst was unexpected though.

Dick stormed out of the room, leaving Damian sitting, shocked. He could vaguely hear a discussion going on in the room next door where he knew his mother was. He couldn't tell what they were discussing, but Dick was obviously worked up about something. Damian instinctively knew that he wouldn't be welcome in the room while this discussion was going on, so he contented himself to waiting for Dick to return.

Dick came back about twenty minutes later, a wide grin on his face and a bag slung over his shoulder.

"Guess what?" He asked, disgustingly cheerful. He continued without letting Damian get a word in. "Your mom just gave me permission to do something I should've done a long time ago. Lets go!"

He grabbed Damian's wrist and pulled him to the door. As Dick was dragging him out, Damian noticed his mother standing near the exit to the building, looking amused. She nodded at them as they passed. Damian gave her a confused look while Dick just waved. It wasn't until Dick was settling onto his bike in front of Damian that the boy managed to get a question in.

"Where are we going?" He demanded. "What's going on, Grayson?!"

Dick just turned slightly and shot him a blinding smile.

"You'll see. Now hush, or else I won't visit you anymore."

Damian didn't say a word for the rest of the ride.

Bruce knew that Dick was up to something. He'd been disappearing every so often and wouldn't answer his comm during that time. Bruce hadn't asked about it yet; he didn't want to do anything that might cause an argument. As Dick's behavior continued, however, he started to get a bit worried. The fact that Dick hadn't told him about whatever he was doing willingly was a bad sign. The two of them were trying for no more secrets.

Bruce didn't want to acknowledge the thought, but he was beginning to think that this might be Slade related. As in, Dick helping Slade. Which was bad. Bruce wasn't quite ready to believe it yet, but the longer this went on, the more doubts he had.

It was safe to say that he wasn't expecting anything like what was actually going on.

Dick pulled up to a halt in the darkened Batcave. He was mildly surprised that Damian hadn't commented on, well, anything on the way there. He was sure the scathing comments would start up soon.

Sure enough, as soon as Damian hopped off the bike, the comments started. "Grayson, why have you kidnapped me?" He demanded. "And what is this dump? I demand you answer me, Grayson!"

Dick let out a snicker. He skipped over to the wall and flipped a switch. Damian couldn't stop a gasp from escaping.

"Welcome to the Batcave." Dick said grandly.

Damian gaped. "Wow." He whispered. Then he seemed to recover himself. He crossed his arms. "So, why did you drag me to this hole?" He said imperiously. Dick rolled his eyes.

"Why do you think?" He asked. "What have I been promising you the entire time?"

Damian huffed. "Stop playing games and tell me, Grayson."

Dick shook his head mock-disappointedly. "Dami, Dami, Dami. We're in the Batcave. Beneath Wayne Manor. Where a certain grumpy, antisocial man fond of dressing up as a bat lives, who happens to share some of your DNA. Again, why do you think I brought you here?"

Damian blinked, eyes wide. "You mean… I'm going to…"

"Master Richard? Is that you?" A voice interrupted them. Dick and Damian turned around to find an elderly man coming down the stairs. The man paused when he saw the young boy standing next to his charge. "Who is this?"

Dick grinned and quickly slipped a pair of sunglasses onto Damian's face before the man could get a good look at his face. "Surprise. Is Bruce home?"

Alfred was surprised by Dick's casual use of Bruce's name in the Batcave in front of this unknown kid. He assumed that Dick told the boy about Bruce being Batman- but why?

He pushed his thoughts away in favor of answering Dick's question. "He's upstairs, getting ready for dinner. May I assume that you and your guest will be joining us for dinner?"

Dick nodded, grinning. "Hopefully for longer than that. Can you set up one of the guest rooms for Little D here?"

"My name is Damian, Grayson!" The boy scowled. "Not 'Little D'. And do I not have a say in whether or not I am going to stay here?"

"Nope." Dick replied cheerfully. "Your mom already gave me permission to make you stay here for a trial week. Of course, if you really don't want to stay here and meet Bruce…"

"NO!" Damian all but shouted. He quickly recovered himself and blushed. "I mean, if Mother expects me to stay here for a few days, I shouldn't disobey her instructions."

Dick smirked, seeing right through Damian's excuse. "Right." He practically skipped to the stairs. When he reached them, he turned back and raised an eyebrow at Damian. "Well? Are you coming or not?"

Damian all but ran to catch up to him. Alfred couldn't resist a smile at their antics. He had a feeling that, whoever he was, this young boy would be changing the Wayne household dramatically.

Bruce was understandably surprised when he entered the dining room, expecting to have a solitary dinner, and found Dick, who had gone missing again that day, and an unfamiliar boy wearing sunglasses. He blinked, but otherwise didn't show a reaction. He slowly sat down at the table and looked over at his ward.

"Who is this?"

The boy scowled at the table, refusing to look Bruce in the eyes, while Dick grinned mischievously. "This is Damian." He said, not really answering anything. Damian switched his scowl over to Dick. "Stop playing Grayson." He muttered. The boy was obviously nervous.

Dick rolled his eyes. "Fine. Take off your sunglasses then."

Damian blinked at him. He hesitated, but slowly reached up and removed the sunglasses, staring directly at Bruce. Bruce inhaled sharply. He heard a crash from behind him as Alfred dropped the tray he had been carrying. He didn't turn around to look though, too shocked to look away from eyes identical to his own.

"What… how…" He whispered. "Dick?"

Said young man was very, very close to bursting out laughing hysterically. This was better than he was hoping! Bruce was actually speechless.

Chocking back his laughter, he announced, "Bruce, meet Damian al Ghul Wayne."

Bruce was too busy being shocked to respond. Damian looked at him and then turned to Dick.

"I think you broke him."

At that, Dick finally broke down and started laughing hysterically. Bruce managed to shake off his shock and glared at him. "Explain. Now."

Dick managed to curb his laughter. "What's there to explain? I'm assuming you know how babies are made, and I think his last name answers everything else."

Bruce let out a slow breath. "Talia. She never told me."

"From what she told me, I don't think she intended to for a long while more. Actually, I'm not sure if she ever wanted you to meet him. Took me a while to convince her to bring Dami to meet you."

Bruce narrowed his eyes, switching to interrogation mode. "How did you know about him?"

Dick shifted uncomfortably. "I told you about those meeting Slade dragged me to, right? One of those was with the al Ghuls-"

"I know."

"-You do? How? Never mind, you're Batman. Yes, Damian already knew, Talia raised him, what do you expect. Anyway, I met Damian there, revealed my ID to Ra's and Talia because I reacted pretty much the same way you did when I saw his eyes, confused Slade more with my relationship to them, and ended up spending the day with Dami. That's where I've been going when I disappear, by the way. I promised I'd visit him. I also promised not to tell you about him, or else Talia wouldn't have let me visit."

"Oh." Bruce sat back, mulling that over. "Hmmm." He glanced sidelong at the boy who was trying his hardest to maintain his aloof persona with limited success. A child raised by Talia… he couldn't have had much of a childhood. He was probably halfway to being an assassin already. Just based on what he'd seen, the boy was confrontational, likely violent, and probably wouldn't mesh well with the rest of his sons with the apparent exception of Dick. Having him around would probably be more trouble than it was worth.

But this was his son, so Bruce supposed he would just have to take his chances on the boy.

Dick could tell the moment Bruce made his decision and relaxed, his grin widening even more. He had, in truth, been worried about Bruce's reaction, but thank god he seemed to be reacting well.

"Talia agreed to a week's trial period." He said quickly. "After that week, I'll bring Dami back and she'll talk to him, and maybe talk to you, and then we'll go from there. Good?"

Bruce nodded. "Fine." His tone made it clear that he would have the final say in the matter. Dick hid a smile, sitting back and watching as father and son began interacting for the first time.

Sure enough, a week and a half later, Damian al Ghul Wayne was just Damian Wayne and a permanent fixture at the Wayne household. Dick took him to visit his mother every so often, but he was happy- well, as happy as Damian could be- with his father, even if he and Tim did annoy the heck out of each other. After an entire childhood training to be an assassin, it was a nice change to be training with his father, knowing that sometime in the future, he would likely be running around the rooftops of Gotham in the Robin uniform. Dick would help train him too whenever he was there, and even though he didn't actually live in Wayne Manor with them, Dick came over a lot.

Roughly two months after Damian officially moved in, he finally managed to complete a triple on the trapeze. Dick grinned blindingly and took him out for ice cream in the afternoon and patrol during the night. Perched on the edge of Wayne Towers next to Dick in his Nightwing uniform, Damian realized that this was where he belonged now.

He wouldn't have it any other way.

How sweet :) I love the Dick/Damian dynamic, and I really enjoyed writing this. I couldn't wait to do this chapter, I've been planning it since I wrote that first Damian chapter way back when. Anyway, hope you liked it!

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