Last chapter.

The seven original Leaguers sat in there private meeting room staring at Nightwing in shock. Well, six were in shock. Batman frowned.

"So, you want to be taken off the team?" Superman asked.

"NO, I don't. But I know that I'm addicted to this drug. I would be foolish for me to lead these guys. I was practically running away from them for the past three days trying to hide it. If I can't control myself, what right do I have over them?" Nightwing asked. He had an IV in his arm. It was filled with another drug that was battling the dangerous drug in his system. It was supposedly very painful, according to the doctor who 'had seen this before,' but Nightwing showed nothing of the nausea and pain racketing his body. He voice was controlled as well. Only Batman could see the young man in front of them was in pain.

"I'll admit, we're disappointed you were hiding this… but we're even more impressed you told us."

"Think I had a choice? If the team hadn't found the pills, I'd probably be taking my frustration out in t he weight room, shower for an hour, then sleep about five minutes. Eventually I'd just look up small towns all over the world." Nightwing said.

"You already did that." Superman reminded him.

"I didn't make it all the way down the list. I had one town left." Nightwing answered. A ripple of uneasy laughter rippled through a majority of the seven leaders.

"Nightwing, if you just let us help you, you don't have to leave your position." Wonder Woman said. Nightwing sighed.

"Wonder Woman, this is technically a relapse for me. I've let myself get high on this stuff twice now."

'Both times because of situations you couldn't control."

"Another reason I should step down. If I can't control situations, some one is going to get hurt." Nightwing said, feeling his blood boil. Batman frowned.

"No one got hurt." Hal Jordan said.

"Wally got a laceration on his shoulder, L'gaan is suffering from dehydration, Kaldur has a cut on his ear, Megan needs one day to recover after over doing a brain blast, one used to defend me, Robin has an infection from a scratch on his arm, from genetically bred spiders," Nightwing was cut off my J'gn.

"What about yourself, Nightwing?" Nightwing stopped. He shut his mouth and glared at the Martian.

"I myself am just recovering from an overdose."

"I think there is more, you should have gotten your arm stitched up." Wonder Woman said sharply. Nightwing rolled his eyes.

"My arm is fine, just a shallow scratch. What I'm more worried about is…" Nightwing trailed off the stare at the snickering seven leaders. Thought Batman was just frowning.

"You are so defiantly a 'Bat'." Green Arrow said. Nightwing sighed.

"And what does that mean? That is the second time I've heard that." Green Arrow snickered under his breath and shook his head. Superman smiled, as did Wonder Woman, and all the humans, except Batman.

"Ok, Nightwing, think. You have a four inch long cut on your wrist, that if it doesn't get medical attention will scar. Then people will think your suicidal."

"Spider silk makes a great bandage." Nightwing said coolly. "I'm fine."

"Nightwing, who is the most injured on your team." Superman asked.

"I believe that would be Wally's laceration on his leg."

"Wrong."

"What?" Nightwing was really tired. He hadn't slept, not like he wanted to with the drug in his system, and was being interrogated. His focus was weak and he just wanted to lay down his head. In fact he dropped his head and closed his eyes. He supported his head with one hand. It would look like a person who was rather frustrated with the situation might do. Nightwing could feel his resolve weakening as the drugs inside his body reacted violently, detoxifying him.

"You are part of your team. You are in the worst condition."

"I can't even take care of myself and yet you trust your prodigies to me." Nightwing laughed.

"Nightwing, you are young. We expect mistakes." Wonder Woman said. Besides the seven, Nabuu, John Stewart, the Hawk couple, and Black Canary were aloud to partake in the meeting. They just didn't sit at the table.

"Yet, Nightwing aloud himself to get addicted to an illegal drug, and did not ask for assistance until much too late. It wasn't until a real emergency happened that this problem was brought to attention." Hawk woman pointed out.

"Agreed, but he is asking for help now."

"He is also Batman's prodigy."

"What does that have to do with this?" Batman asked, speaking for the first time. Hawk Man answered.

"You train your wards to take down everyone in this room, yet you can't put morals in there heads?"

"I take offense to that." Nightwing said, looking up. He was glad his eyes were masked, he probably had a glazed over eye.

"You let yourself rely of drugs for energy, strength." Hawk Man said.

"While this is a problem, we know the drugs did not work like steroids might." Hal Jordan pointed out.

"How the hell does Nightwing bench almost three hundred pounds then?" Hawk Man asked.

"Do you?" Black Canary asked. She looked over Nightwing's body critically now, as did everyone else.

"So, I built myself up to that weight."

"That much could damage your shoulders." Wonder Woman said.

"So Batman is aloud to bench like 400 pounds, but I can't do 285 pounds?" Nightwing seem riled, sort of. While the leaders of the League could sense Nightwing's agitation, they could also tell he was running low on steam.

"With the lack of sleep you've been getting, it worries us." J'hn said. Nightwing sighed.

"I have not been getting any lack of sleep. I'm used to my sleep schedule." Nightwing said. He noticed that the reason for him being here had changed. He sat up straight, and leaned back into his chair.

"Well, back when you were patrolling two cities, training juveniles, and saving the world, and you got so exhausted you slept like the dead, maybe. But now you just stay up and go, and go. Have you had a good nine hours of sleep this month. Answer me truthfully." Diana said. Nightwing didn't answer.

"Nightwing." Batman said with a warning tone.

"Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies." Nightwing said. Everyone in the room sighed in frustration and leaned back into their own chairs. Nightwing smirked.

"Only you, Nightwing could frustrate all of us and stump us while so drugged up and half asleep." Barry said. Nightwing smirked. Batman's frown lessoned. Batman then stood up and headed towards the coffee machine and poured a mug. He then added vanilla crème, which caused everyone's eyebrows to shoot up. Nightwing wasn't watching, he was trying to stay awake. Just then, a hot mug of coffee was put down in front of him.

"I thought you liked your coffee black." Dinah said. Nightwing smirked.

"Nor, it's so bitter." He took a sip of the sweetened coffee. Batman was back in his seat. Nightwing knew, even with the coffee he wasn't going to stay awake for another hour. He blinked rapidly. He took a large gulp of coffee and set the mug down. He would end this meeting now.

"Just give the verdict so I can shower please." Nightwing said. He focused very hard on making his voice sound alert. He met eyes with Batman. They had a quick conversation.

How are you holding up?

Tired.

We can send you out and call you in the morning.

To much effort. Just tell what you guys want to do.

First you're spending a week at eth Mansion. I want to make sure you're ok.

Damn, Alfred is going to kill me.

I'll keep you alive so I don't have to answer any questions.

You're helpful.

You're half asleep.

Whatever.

Pay attention.

Nightwing broke eye contact to see the mentors were watching him and Batman.

"What do you think they said?" Flash whispered into Green Arrow's ear.

"Nightwing," Superman started. Nightwing straightened in his chair. He frowned.

"Most of us want to know why you are so thick headed.

"It helps you when you get thrown into walls."

"Well, what we meant was, why don't you realize we want you to stay as the Young Justice team leader. If you wish to resign,"

"I want what is best for the team."

"Which is what makes you a great leader." Batman said. Nightwing tilted his head.

"We are giving you two weeks to recover. If you are clean and ready, you will keep your position. If you are unable to break your addiction, you will be asked to drop your hero work and not return." Superman sounded grave. Nightwing nodded. He thought the leaders were being way to nice to him.

"Why are we being so nice? You forget he broke the law and lied to us." Hawk Woman knew some one had to make sure favoritism wasn't happening. Nightwing nodded.

"True…" he murmured. His eyes lids began to droop.

"On, everyone else on the Young Justice team begged for him to be pardoned, and no volunteered to be leader." Diana said. Nightwing smiled, his eyes closed behind his mask. His breathing changed just slightly, but Superman noticed it. He smiled. Batman saw this and glanced to Nightwing. Nightwing hadn't moved, he was still lounged in his chair, looking relaxed, yet vigilante. Batman saw the whites of Nightwing's mask were rather thin though. His cheek twitched. He held stern façade though.

"What are we doing about Beast Tamer?" Asked Hawk Woman. All the women sighed. They had all thought Beast Tamer was an amazing ally.

"She attempted to kill the whole Young Justice team, and she broke our rules when it came to public meddlings. She had the drug made, she bred and mutated a spider. I believe that requires a higher, private meeting between us, the founders. This has never happened before." Batman said. Hawk Woman nodded.

"We are done now." Green Arrow said. Everyone got up and stretched. Batman walked up and lifted Nightwing, who had fallen into a deep sleep within the last five minutes of the meeting. Most of the leaders smiled at the sight. Batman carried Nightwing bridal style, his head hanging back, though his arms were on his stomach.

"Is he still really light?" Superman asked as they walked towards the zeta beams. Batgirl and Robin awoke when the two men walked by. In the light, they only saw Nightwing's head hanging. The IV bag was also resting on Nightwing's stomach. They used more of a vacuum tube so the bag didn't have to hang.

"Nightwing!" Robin and Barbra called out. They had been sleeping outside the meeting room. The sprang up and ran in front of Batman.

"He is just asleep." Batman said. "I mixed some sedatatives into the IV bag." He admitted.

"Well, I'm glad he is asleep." Barbra said. Robin smirked.

"I'm heading home. Barbra, I can drop you off if you like."

"My dad doesn't think I'll be home for another day, so may I crash at your home?"

"Sure." The 'Bats' exited through the zeta beams.

"Bats" Superman smirked as he shook his head. "How do they not get it?"

Nightwing slept for about 26 hours. The drug he had been addicted to was almost completely out of his system. He awoke with a parched throat and very groggy.

"Master Richard, would you like some breakfast?" Alfred asked. Dick nodded. He rolled his shoulders into the fluffed pillows.

"This isn't my room." He muttered.

"Nope!" He turned his head and saw Tim. "It's Bruce's." Dick nodded.

"Unicorn's exist." Tim said. Dick nodded. Tim laughed. Bruce came into the room, followed by Barbra and Damian.

"You idiot, you had this whole house full of a spidery stink while you slept!" Damian complained. Batman patted his biological son's head. Dick nodded. Damian dropped his jaw and looked at Bruce in confusion.

"He also believes in unicorns." Tim said. Dick nodded again. He rolled over so he was facing his family.

"Whatta I miss?" He slurred.

"Well, sleepy head. You missed Wally run through the entire Watchtower looking for you." Barbra said. She was dressed casually, as was everyone. Dick nodded.

"Two plus two is fish.' Barbra said. Dick nodded, his eyes closed. Then he shot up and looked around him.

"When did I change out of my uniform?" he asked, fully awake. No one answered. Dick nodded. "How long was I out for?"

"Twenty five hours and 45 minutes." Damian said.

"God, I'm hungry. And I have a killer headache. Tim, in my belt, I should have a bottle of pain relievers…" He was cut off when Bruce boxed his ear.

"Ow!"

"I'm the only one giving you any kind of drug for the next week. Then you will be closely monitored to see if you try to take anything against regulations." Bruce said.

"What regulations?"

"The ones I make up." Bruce smiled. Dick groaned.

"Did you seriously try to trick me into giving you those drugs?" Tim asked ,slightly hurt. Dick laughed.

"Sorry, didn't even think about it." Alfred walked into the room with a plate of pancakes.

"You bring me pancakes and I wonder what bad news you have to tell me." Dick said.

"Just eat Master Richard." Dick ate the pancakes, warily at first, but Alfred is a great cook and he ate the food quickly after the third bite.

"There was polite conversation as Dick ate her first real meal in days. Barbra had to go home so she did, but Dick's brothers and father stayed with him. After and hour Dick began to yawn again.

"Alfred so laced your food." Damian said. Dick nodded.

"Nightwing bro." Tim said. Dick smiled, settled into his pillows and fell asleep again. Later that night, Tim would sneak into the room Dick was sleeping in and crawl into the covers just to get elbowed in the ribs by Damian.

"Share you bratty kid!" Tim hissed to Damian. Damian grumbled, but scooted over so Tim would fit on the bed. A few hours later, Bruce would walk into his bedroom, freshly showered and exhausted. He would see the lumps on his bed, think for five minutes on what to do, then would just walk to the far side of the bed, and flop onto his bed. He put a protective arm over Dick and Damian, while his hand on Tim's shoulder. Alfred would come in the next morning with a camera. He would snap a picture, send it to Clark Kent, who would publish it. The next day's news would be all about how amazing and fatherly Bruce Wayne was. The Next Justice League meeting would be a bet on who would crack first, Batman or Superman. Superman did, and lots of money was given to Green Arrow and Flash., and J'hn.

"Never doubt the Bat-glare." J'hn said.

"You will never use my butler ever again." Batman made Superman promise.

The next week Nightwing would be back, completely fine. Of course he and Barbra made out for the cameras again, but this time was for fun.

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