Finally I've got a SOB chapter up. This has actually been done for a while but then I realized that one of the sections sounded really dumb so I rewrote it. I hope you like it.

Warning: A serious topic happens in this chapter and I apologize if it makes anyone feel uncomfortable. If you want to skip it, I'm going to bold the section where it talks about it and you don't have to read it if you don't want to. I promise you that the next chapter is when things start getting good between the family. Again I hope this chapter won't stop you from finishing the story.

Batman and Robin snuck away from the assassins and started their way into the field. Suddenly Batman stopped dead in his tracks. "Listen." He told Robin. Robin stopped and listened hard. They heard the rain hitting something that was not the roof. Batman looked up and saw bat-like creatures coming towards them. "Man-Bats." The Bats force them both to the ground until Batman and Damian kicked them off and grappled away. They then went through the rooftops fighting of every Man-Bat they could. Robin meanwhile used his swords to kill the Man-Bats or make a few of them run into the scoreboard. Batman then came in and threw a Batterang at the roof.

"Okay, now what?" Robin asked and Batman got out his grapple and grappled away with Robin close behind. While they grappled away, Batman pressed a button on a switch that activated an explosion where the Batarang was. Batman then let the grappling hook go and landed on the field again. Then he realized that Robin never came down. Grappling back to the roof, he looked around until he spotted Robin running.

"Stupid kid." He sighed and chased after him. Robin meanwhile was chasing Langstrum who was running away. Lanstrum ran before falling and meeting the end of Robin's sword. The doctor looked scared to death and feared for his life.

"Robin!" Batman screamed and Robin held back.

"Lucky." He said. Suddenly, Batman put a sack over Langstrum's head and took him to the Bat-mobile.

Batman and Robin drove back to the cave and guided Langstrum to a chair. Then Batman lifted the sack off of him.

"Where am I?"

"Just start talking"

"Ra's wanted me to splice animal DNA to human; using advance mutagen. He would provide volunteers for me to work on."

"Obviously you took him up on it."

"I knew it would mean jail if anyone discovered I was up to my own experiments. But how do you say no to Ra's Al Gual?

"So he wanted you to make the ultimate warriors."

"Yes. Ra's called it, operation airstrike. No military could withstand a couple of flying, super powered ninjas using sonar in the dead of night."

"But Deathstroke took over." Robin said.

"The formula was my ace in the whole. I kept working on it, making improvements. If I'd completely finished it I didn't know what would happen afterwards."

"Where's your family?" Batman asked.

"I don't know. He let me speak to them once; briefly. My daughter said something about snow. Two mountain peaks she said looked like cat ears."

"Interlocket. Grandfather's compound."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Can you make an antidote to the Man-Bat formula? With the right material and equipment? " He asked.

"It's possible but what about my family?"

"Leave them to us."

"Wait; there are a few things I need from the lap to make it."

"I'll collect it later. You look exhausted. You should get some sleep." Batman said and secretly got out a 9 hour sleeping spray.

"I don't want to sleep until I know they're safe."

"Exhausting yourself won't help. You need to sleep; he said and sprayed the spray on the doctor's face making him fall asleep. "He needs it." He told Robin after laying him down on one of the medical beds. "Why don't you go to bed Robin. I'll take it from here."

"I'm not tired Father." Robin said only to get a bat-glare. "Fine." He said and after taking off his costume, went upstairs.

"Hey Damian." Dick now in pajamas said passing Damian.

"Grayson." He said tonelessly.

"Why do you hate me?" He asked suddenly.

"You wanna know why?" Damian asked. Dick nodded. Damian then lifted the collar of Dick's shirt and brought him a few inches of the ground.

"Because I deserve to get all of father's love! I deserve to be at his side! All you are is just a worthless gypsy who father felt sorry for. I don't know why he kept you but all that's about to change. I'll make father see that I'm the better son!"

"You're lying! Bruce loves me! He told me so."

"He only said that because you wanted to hear it. Father doesn't love you at all. If you died he wouldn't even care. Pennyworth won't care. I wouldn't care if you died. I would actually enjoy it if you died; especially if it's by me." Dick suddenly went wide-eyed and tried to get out of Damian's grip. Damian then dropped him to the floor and Dick crawled backwards away from Damian. "Get out of my sight you worthless brat!" Damian said. Dick got up and ran as fast as he could to his room. Quickly he locked his bedroom door and backed away from it. He started breathing heavily and jumped on the bed and started sobbing into his pillow. Then he threw his pillow to the ground and rolled onto the floor curling into the fetal position.

"Don't hate me. Don't hate me." He chanted. Then he got up and went to the window sill while looking at his reflection. He slowly then started to touch his face as if something was wrong with him. After that he looked at his hands and acted like he was afraid of them. Suddenly all of that sadness turned into anger and without warning punched the window which left his hand all bloody and glass pieces all over the place. Realizing what he did, he started to breath heavy again. That's when he heard stomps running up the stairs towards his room.

"Dick?! Are you alright?!" He heard Bruce call out. Then the doorknob twisted but didn't open. "Dick, open the door." He said calmly. Dick then as if in a trance pulled his hand out of the hole in the window and stared at his bloody hand. "Dickie please open the door." Dick didn't answer. He saw a few glass shards in his hand and pulled one of them out giving a small cry of pain. Now there was pounding at the door. "Richard John Grayson! Open this door right now!" Still ignoring Bruce's call he raised the shard up it his chest. All of a sudden the door was kicked down and Bruce ran in only to have his heart skip a beat.

"Dick." He whispered. Then Bruce got on his knees and held out his hands. "Give me the shard Dick." He said. Dick looked at Bruce and then back to the object in his hand. His eyes went wide and he dropped the piece of glass and backed away from it.

"Bruce…I didn't mean to. I just…" Suddenly Dick began to cry. Bruce got up and ran over to him putting his arms around him tight.

"Why Dick? Why?"

"I thought you didn't love me anymore."

"No Dickie never. Nothing could ever make me stop loving you."

"I want this feeling to stop. I can't take it anymore."

"Can't take what?"

"I don't want Damian to hate me. I want to be his brother but he won't let me. I don't care if we're not related by blood."

"Shhhhhh, Dickie. Remember what I told you. You don't have to be related to someone to love them. Just think of me and you. You're not related by blood but that doesn't change anything. You're my son in every way but blood."

"And Damian's my brother in every way but blood. I just wish he could see that."

"You can do anything you want Dick. You did the one thing that I thought no one could ever do; you taught me how to love again."

"Thank you Bruce."

"For what?"

"For giving me hope again."

"You're welcome Dick. Now let's clean you up.

"I don't know what to do Alfred. You didn't see him when I got up there."Bruce told Alfred while Dick was sleeping with his right hand bandaged up.

"I know sir. But frankly you are doing everything you can right now; you are here for him."

"I just hope that's enough." He said and went over towards Dick. After taking a few heavy breaths, he picked him up and held him tight. Dick woke up with a start but after being shushed by Bruce fell back asleep on Bruce's shoulder.

"I'm sorry daddy. I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too Dickie. Don't ever think I don't." He said and walked up to the living room and sat in his chair. Meanwhile Alfred made a fire in the fireplace and brought a warm cup of coffee for him. Bruce brought his lounge chair back and started stroking Dick's hair. After about a half an hour, Bruce fell asleep still holding onto his son.

Hidden deep in the shadows stood another figure. He was watching the scene in anger all focused on the little boy sleeping. His hands were forming into fists and clenched his teeth. After giving a grunt he walked back to his room and started training with his sword. That brat was going to pay.

Even as a writer, Damian is really getting on my nerves. How dare he do that to poor Dickie. Anyway this family needs to have a better relationship and that's exactly what we are going to do. I feel like the last paragraph could have used more details but I really don't know how else to explain it. Also if you don't think that a six year old could hurt himself, why don't you reread every section in this story where Dick and Damian talk to each other. Don't P.M me or post a review saying that a six year old wouldn't do what happens in this chapter. It's my story and if you don't like it, go make your own version.

Anyway, remember to review please!

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