A/N: Thanks for following, favouriting and reviewing this story! I hope you're all enjoying it so far. ~velvie
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"Grayson! Get up you jerk!" Dick heard his brother yelling. He groaned, blinked open his eyes and realised that this wasn't just some awful dream.
"Hey Dami" he said sleepily, reaching out to ruffle the boy's hair. Damian ducked under Dick's hand and pushed it away.
"Trust you to go and get yourself hurt, Grayson." Damian said.
"I know you were worried about me, Dami. You don't need to worry anymore, I'm fine." Dick smirked as he spoke.
"Whatever." Damian muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.
"So how are Tim and Steph?" Dick tried to change the subject.
"They're fine. Still idiots." Damian replied. Dick frowned at Damian's rude remark. Damian made sure the door was firmly closed then sat down in the chair beside Dick.
"So why were you so desperate to see me then?" Dick said, teasing his brother a little.
"Maybe I was a little bit worried about you, Grayson. I can tolerate you better than those other idiots." He admitted, trying not to give away how much he cared for his older brother.
"Thanks. I try my hardest to be tolerable." Dick replied, smiling.
"Can I see the scar?" Damian asked.
"Sure thing Dami." Dick said. He pushed the bed cover down and carefully pulled the hospital gown up to reveal the large scar trailing down his stomach.
"Ouch. That looks painful. But it's pretty cool." Damian remarked, staring at the scar and examining it carefully. It was surrounded by many other faded scars from previous fights, but none had ever looked as impressive as this one. Dick adjusted the gown then pulled the covers back up a little.
"So are you gonna patrol Gotham with Barbara? She already said she'd take you with her." Dick asked.
"I'll think about it. Better than patrolling with Drake, I guess." Damian scoffed. Dick shook his head at his brother's hatred and contempt.
"Dami, I need you to try and get on with Tim and Steph while Artemis and Wally are there. They aren't as cool as me when it comes to you being… well, you. So just try while I'm gone?" Dick asked, hoping his little brother would behave while he was gone. If he said yes, then Dick had one less thing to worry about.
"Fine. But you so owe me for this, Grayson." Damian huffed in reply. Dick smiled and ruffled his brother's hair.
"So how'd Grayson wrap you around his little finger, Robin?" Batgirl asked, using Dick's last name the same way Damian does. Robin narrowed his eyes in annoyance.
"He hasn't got me wrapped around his little finger; I'm doing this because I want to. Also, don't call him Grayson. Only I can do that. And he's not Grayson out here, he's Nightwing." Robin spat angrily.
"Maybe not…" Batgirl sighed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Robin demanded.
"While your brother is alive now, I'm afraid Nightwing might be gone forever." Batgirl said quietly, placing a hand on the young boy's shoulder. Robin jerked his shoulder away from her hand.
"He's gonna be fine! He's always fine! That jerk is always fine!" Robin screamed at Batgirl. He pulled his grappling hook from his utility belt and jumped off the building before Batgirl could say another word.
"So he took it badly, huh?" Dick sighed. He hung his head, letting his hair mask the sadness in his eyes.
"I'm sorry." Barbara said, the guilt she felt was becoming overwhelming. She wasn't to blame for anything, but she couldn't shake the feeling that Damian's anger at the news was because of her.
"You shouldn't be. You did nothing wrong." Dick told her. "Now I need to ask you something. If I can't resume the mantle of Nightwing, I want you to take Damian and train him. If there's no Batman and no Nightwing, he'll have no partner or role model and Gotham will be rife with crime with nobody to stop it."
"He doesn't like me, Dick. He'd never listen to me." Barbara sighed as she slumped further into her usual seat.
"Babs, I need you to do this. Damian needs Robin just like I needed Robin all those years ago, and just like you need Batgirl." Dick pleaded. Batgirl tried to think how it could possibly work.
"I'll try. But this is only if you don't recover. Dick Grayson if anyone can recover from this it's you so you'd better do it." She replied, smiling a little.
A/N: I hope to keep updating often but I've hit some writer's block. Maybe it'll be gone by tomorrow. Review! ~velvie