A/N: Oh, my gosh, guys! The reviews (while there were only four) and all the story alerts/faves made my morning. Thank you so much! So, incase you couldn't tell by the chapter title, the first one is going to be Robin, along with an identity reveal, because I couldn't do what I wanted Robin to see without it. Also, just so you guys know, some are going to be angst to the extreme and others are going to be happy-ish. I'm sorry if the Dick Grayson of the future sounds a little OOC, I'm basing him off of his comic counterpart and thus is a happy-go-luck man with too many women on his arms… Happy reading!

Disclaimer: See chapter 1

"Well, the sooner we do this, the sooner we get out of here, right, Batsy?" Barry grinned and nudged Batman who glared at the speedster and then looked at Essence.

"Very well, let's begin."

Robin looked at the others in the room. Why were they brought here? And who was the Red Hood and why did he want them to know their futures?

"Robin," Essence pulled the young teen out of his thoughts and back to the room. "Red Hood asked me to have you go first, as you are, and these are his words, 'a dick of an older brother.'"

Robin paled at her words. Older brother? Why would I be a villain's older brother? And the emphasis she put on dick? Am I supposed to reveal my secret identity? Man, I hope Bruce won't flip his lid if that's the case…

"So, um, about the moment," Robin looked up at Essence with hope slightly in his eyes. "Will I ever have kids?"

"I am not sure of the answer to your question. I only am able to show the moments on the screen."

"Oh," Robin said looking away.

"Maybe," Wally stepped in, "she could show you a kid that you raised? It's just a suggestion."

Robin grinned slightly, "Yeah, I want to see that." He looked over at Essence, "Can I see that?"

Essence gave a half nod and turned a dial on the TV causing it to glow an eerie blue before a picture began to form.

A young boy about eleven or twelve walks up to a row of headstones in a cemetery in the old part of Gotham. When he arrives at a joint stone he kneels in the grass, fireflies floating around in the summer air.

Robin's eyes widen behind his sunglasses as he realizes where the boy is. His parents' graves. It takes all he has to not walk over and sit next to the man who has become like a father to him and hide himself in his chest.

The writing on the stone reads:

Mary Grayson John Grayson
1975 – 2005 1974 – 2005
Beloved Parents and Friends

The young boy wipes off the leaves on the headstones, showing that autumn was indeed on its way.

"I know, you're not who you were expecting." The boy looks away and scoffs, "I'm never expected. Or wanted for that matter."

He looks back at the graves, "But your son, Dick,"-

"Wait, does that mean what I think it means?" Artemis said looking at Robin. "Are you Dick Grayson?" Robin looked at Batman and nodded pulling his glasses off.

"Told ya we'd laugh about it some day," Dick grinned at her, Artemis's eyes bugging slightly out of her head.

"You… But- freshman, I…" Artemis slid down in her seat and looked at Batman. "Does that mean that billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne is the goddamn Batman?"

Batman smirked but said nothing as the revelation of secret identities finally sunk in.

"Shit," Artemis whispered shaking her head as the members of the League (who all knew) laughed.

"…Your son, Dick, he… He's made me feel wanted in a family where I'm practically hated. I just wanted to let you know, because who would you tell…" The boy looked away for a moment.

"I wish that your son was my father, instead of the one I'm stuck with. He's helped me so much, made me see that I am allowed to be myself, and… I can never thank him enough for that."

Bruce wasn't dumb, he could tell just from his features that the boy was his. Why on Earth would he ever make his son feel this way, what had he done wrong?

Dick was thinking along the same lines too. Why was this boy, who was so obviously Bruce's, wish that he was his father instead? Bruce could be difficult, but wishing that somebody else entirely was your father had a big reason behind it.

Then Dick began to think about what he had asked to see and it clicked.

He had raised this boy, he didn't know from what age, but he had raised him. He had made a young boy believe that he was a better father than the man who was raising him now. That made his insides churn. Who could ever think he was a good father, when he couldn't even help the boy love his own father?

A branch snapped behind him and the young boy looked behind him to see who was possibly watching. When he saw nobody he turned back to the graves and pulled a piece of paper out.

"I drew this; it's your son when he first was taken into my father's care and now. I just thought you might want to know what he looks like then and now, to see how he's grown up. You should be proud, he's done a lot. A lot more than anyone ever asked. Hell, he took me in when my father went missing."

The boy stood up and placed the folded up piece of paper on one of the headstones and placed a rock on top so that it wouldn't blow away.

He turned to leave when a figure came from the darkness with a flashlight.

"Damian!"

Dick looked at the TV more closely, was that him?

The boy, or Damian, was lifted off the ground into a tight hug.

"Ugh-ack- Dick, gettoffofme!" Damiann managed say from the tight hold the older man had hugging him

The room froze. This was their first glimpse into proof that this future was for them when it showed older Dick's face. It was contorted in fear and, at the same time, happiness.

"Sorry, little bro," Dick said setting Damian back on the ground but still keeping a grip on the younger boy, as if afraid he was going to run. "But when Bruce called me and said you had run away and that you had turned off your tracking device, well, we all were worried. Hell, Tim even called your mom to see if she would have any idea."

Damian looked appalled, "Drake called my moth- I mean, he called Talia?" Damian asked looking away. How dare Drake call that woman, after everything she had put him through?

"Wait," Dick said, turning to Bruce, "did that kid just say who I think he said his mother was?"

Bruce was in shock, or at least in as much shock as the Batman allowed himself to show. This child could not have been anything but a ploy to destroy his barriers that he had spent years building. Something was bubbling on the surface, something that made him realize why he must have pawned the child off to Dick. He was an unnecessary distraction, one he couldn't afford.

"Yeah," Dick said gripping Damian's shoulder looking into his eyes, "he called her. Bruce had tried to convince him not to, but Tim argued that if it meant getting you back, it shouldn't matter."

"My own father didn't even want to find me." Damian said avoiding Dick's eyes.

Dick glared slightly at the younger boy, "Damian al Ghul-Wayne- no do not give me that look that is your name- Bruce did want to find you. You are his son and-"

Roy and the rest of the League looked at Batman with a look of betrayal.

"Did Dick just say what I think he did?" Roy said glaring at Bruce, "That the son of Batman is also the grandson of Ra's al Ghul? How stupid can you get?"

Batman said nothing, just looked at the ground.

How could he? Talia must have drugged him. That had to be it.

…But what if it wasn't?

"Well what if I don't want to be?" Damian shouted, trying as hard as he could to keep the tears from welling in his eyes. "What instead, I'd like to have a father who cares about me, and actually trains me instead of just yelling at me about what I did wrong? Why couldn't you have been my dad?" Damian's voice had grown to almost screaming.

Dick was kneeling beside Damian, shocked. Why couldn't he be Damian's father? Because-

"Because then you wouldn't be Damian." He said pulling the eleven year old into a hug.

"But you care about me more," Damian said into Dick's shoulder.

"Not necessarily, we just bonded in a way that you and Bruce haven't yet." Dick pulled away from the hug and looked Damian in the eyes, "I do care about you, Damian, so much. But I'm not your father, I'm just your brother."

Damian wiped his nose with his sleeve, "What difference does it make. You both have abandoned me. But father does it more often."

Dick sighed and looked at the ground and then back at Damian, an idea forming in his head. "How about this, I still live in the apartment I live in, but I talk to Bruce about me training you. Does that sound like a plan?"

Damian thought for a moment, "Will you promise to come by the manor even when it's not training?"

"Sure, now let's get you back home before Bruce decides to call the commissioner."

The television screen went black as everybody soaked in what they had just seen.

Dick would be a good father, but not to his own son. Batman would have a son with Talia al Ghul and the kid probably knew twelve different ways to kill someone with a spork.

Barry was the first to speak, "Well, I guess we all know what needs changing there." Everybody turned and looked at him with faces of confusion.

"Bruce needs to be a better father, and no." Barry said turning to the Batman who had opened his mouth to speak. "It doesn't matter who his mother is. You will have a son, Bruce, embrace that." Barry finished, putting his arm around Iris who leaned into him.

Bruce looked away from the couple and sighed. Barry was right; it wasn't fair that he would have a son, just to pawn him off to somebody who could deal with him. He reminded himself of Clark, and that was not something he wanted.

Essence watched the scene unfolding around her and decided it was time to begin the next moment.

"Roy Harper," her eerie voice made him jump slightly as she turned to him, "you are next. What would you like to view?"

Roy looked around at everybody and then looked at the floor he said, "One of the saddest moments of my life, just so I know that everything else that ever happens will be better." He said leaning towards the screen, preparing himself for the worst.

A/N: Whoo, that chapter is finally over! In the beginning it was just going to be Dick and Damian brotherly fluff and then THIS HAPPENED.

Anyways, this takes place some time after Secrets, so nothing big there. The scene that they saw, however takes place a little bit after 'Batman and Robin' #5.

Also, I didn't want to confuse anyone (but I probably did…) but the whole "You will have a son…" part came from the canon of the YJ Roleplay on tumblr, where Barry and Iris were pregnant, but then Iris lost the baby and Barry came to the conclusion that he probably wouldn't be able to conceive (which will make their chapters that much better for them), so Bruce hating on his son made Barry quite peeved at the Bat.

Song for the chapter: This Song Saved My Lifeby Simple Plan.
Honestly, check this song out and tell me it doesn't fit Damian and Dick perfectly. (Okay, so there is one part, but it still fits like a perfect utility belt)

See you next time!

~Sela