Dick Grayson - Jane "Janey" Grayson

Jason Todd - Diana Todd

Tim Drake - Samantha "Sam"/"Sammy" Drake

When they bound his wrists together, hoisting them up above his head, Damian felt a queasy feeling seeping into his bones.

"We should wait for her." one of the men said looking around nervously. He had a red handkerchief peeking out of his pocket and grabbed it every so often to rub it across his sweaty forehead.

"Fuck that!" another one – this one had a gravelly voice and smelled of nicotine – snaps as he ties the rope holding Damian's arms to a hook on the wall "As far as we know this one's working with her."

Damian blinks at that. Why would Todd's hired help assume Damian was working with her? He's tied up, probably about to be tortured, he obviously has no connection to her whatsoever.

"Why would she leave him with us then?" the one with the handkerchief whispered, he seemed terrified at the possibility that Todd might hear them.

"If she didn't it would make us suspicious."

A third man, who stood by the side chewing gum obnoxiously loud, laughed "You're the only one here who's suspicious of anything."

"I saw her with one of the masks! The little one, Robin. They weren't fighting, they were talking. Why the hell would Robin pass the opportunity to lock up the Red Hood? It's because all those bitches are working together."

It's all particularly amusing, Damian realizes feeling slightly detached from the situation, that these men would believe Todd was having a secret relationship with him, being that what led him here in the first place was his complete lack of trust in the girl. Woman. Female.

"So what are you gonna tell her when she comes in?" the man asked after snapping his gum.

"The truth." the gravelly voice answered "I was looking for answers."

Damian steeled himself for whatever was about to come. He needed to keep it together just enough to get himself out of there and back to the manor. Father must be informed of this.

And the guy came at him with his fists.

Damian snorted into the punch, because he had honestly expected to be tortured, not fucking tickled by a goon with an obvious case of pulmonary emphysema due to excessive smoking.

He tried to grunt on the right cues during his 'beating', but he knew he was out of sync. But the looks it got him were reward enough.

One of the ceiling cameras – there were four – the one facing him on the right corner adjusted slightly, zooming in, probably. Damian smiled at it and lifted his middle finger. In fact, his hands were the only part of him actually bothered by this whole ordeal; the tips of his fingers were slightly numb.

His torturer was breathing heavily, and his breath smelled sickly sweet with disease, making Damian grimace in mild disgust. The next blow was hardly that, weak even after such little effort from the man, landing on Damian's shoulder rather than his face.

Soon after the door opened, drawing all eyes to Todd, now dressed in cargo pants, combat boots and a leather jacket over a black armor with a red bat painted on, her hair is pulled up on a messy bun, some of the curls slipping from it and framing her masked face. Damian wants to spit on her.

"So, what've you got?" she asks the men, who mostly shrug back.

"Nothing, punk won't talk."

"Oh…" she nods distractedly "That just proves he's my accomplice." if not for the way all men froze at those words, one would truly believe by her tone she was merely concluding something that had been bothering her for days "The fact that the prisoner won't talk after you used all you deep interrogation knowledge, must mean that I've gone soft. It's the only obvious conclusion, isn't it?" her voice grows louder and assertive.

Everyone shrinks and the torturer bursts into a hacking cough fit as Todd approaches, none of the others try to aid him.

"Look, Hood, I don't know what you've been hearing, but-"

"I hear everything, you fucking moron!" she yells over him "Did you seriously think I'd let you start a fucking mutiny right under my nose?"

"I saw you with Robin-"

"You saw me taunt a piss poor excuse for a vigilante and flee, and you assume I'm working with them?" she huffs out a flat laugh; her whole postures is tense and twitchy at the same time, it's unnerving "You wanna see how I get a bird to sing?" she asks pulling a pistol from the back of her waistband and shooting Damian's leg.

The unexpected pain made him stumble with a groan ripping itself from his throat as he tried to compensate with the other leg. The sudden extra weigh making his wrists scream and his finger to go completely numb; Damian pressed his lips into a thin line, angry for being so caught up in the drama that he let the shot catch him off guard.

"Huh, what a quiet little bird" she quips before turning her attention back to the mutineer "Thank God it's so much simpler to deal with fucking traitors" she smiled and shot him in the head.

Damian felt droplets of blood landing on his cheek and did his best to clean it on his shoulder, he still smelled the man's foul breath and had no desire to be splattered with his rotten blood as well.

"Is anyone else worried about the lengths of my dedication to this organization?" Todd asked the remaining men, who had yet to move a muscle "Come on, speak up! No one?" the silence was deafening. Todd sighed, looking utterly fed up "Three people and you can't get one little fucker to squeal. I should just…" she rubs a hand over her face "You. Nervous guy."

The guy in question dropped his sweat soaked handkerchief with a deer in headlights look to his face. "Me?"

"No, the other sweaty jittery loser with a hanky. Yeah, you. Get this" she kicked the dead body by her feet "out of here and come back, we've got work to do."

"And there I was, concerned that you might actually be a threat." Damian says through a sharp smile "If I only knew…"

"Oh, now you remember how to speak. What the hell is up with that?" she shoves a finger in his bullet wound and Damian did not writhe away from her touch, merely gritting his teeth and screwing his eyes shut. He blinks them open to find Todd's pearly white teeth grinning wolfishly at him "Did you miss me?"

Damian swallows hard, making sure his voice is steady before he spoke again "Tell me, did the pit drive you mad or were you already mentally challenged living off of trash on the streets? I've often wondered."

Todd grabbed his chin forcefully with bloodstained fingers, and forced him to stare at her "What are you hiding behind that mask?" even through the blank lenses of her domino, Damian could feel her piercing eyes drilling him "It's not like we know you." she leans closer, their cheeks almost touching "Or is it? I think I know your secret, little Robin."

Still holding his chin, Todd lifts her free hand starts peeling his mask away. Her gloves are rough on his skin and he can do nothing but set his jaw, waiting for it. The opening.

There was no fucking way in hell he'd let Todd see his face. She was most likely bluffing, how could she possibly know he was Bruce Wayne's son? But even if she was lying, it was the principle of it. He'd rather scorch his face with acid than let her see it.

The opening he wanted came with the return of the sweaty man with the red handkerchief. Todd's head flickered to the side, barely a second of distraction, but Damian could work with that.

With his numb hands he grabbed the rope binding them and used it for leverage to jump with both legs. When his feet collided with Todd's chest, Damian saw stars exploding, and he landed on his good leg, bracing himself for the next onslaught.

She's sprawled on the floor and her men don't know whether to go to her aid or attack Damian, who goads them in the right direction with a smile and a "Who's next?"

Both rushed to him, Todd's scream of "NO!" completely ignored. Damian headbutts the first one and wraps his legs around the head of the second. He manages to keep his balance perched on the man's shoulders just enough to dislocate his thumb and free his hands.

He runs.

With no time for stairs, Damian looked over the railing and spotted rows of boxes downstairs, hoping they could hold his weight, he jumped. They couldn't. Damian fell through cardboard lids and crashed the glass containers the boxes held within.

Somehow, his feet found the ground just as the shots began flying over his head. He tried to stand and the world just seemed faster and slower at the same time. It wasn't adrenaline, it wasn't from the bullet wound; he stared at all the broken glass around him – it shined like tiny diamonds –, and at the cuts littering his arms – he didn't feel any of them, in fact he didn't feel his arms at all.

He only had a moment to wonder what the hell had been inside all those containers before Todd's voice snapped him out of it. "GET HIM!"

Damian took off again, he watched as blood poured out of the hole in his leg, but there was no pain. Whenever he blinked the world took on a negative effect and when the colors were just about to return, he blinked again.

He began to lose bits and pieces, he heard Todd's voice again, he watched as his foot collided with a bearded man's jaw, he felt absolutely nothing. Suddenly he was at the woods surrounding the manor with no idea whatsoever of how he got there, but he knew enough not to stop.

In the next moment, he was stumbling in the kitchen walking into Pennyworth.

"Good heavens, young sir!"

"Pennyworth!" Damian gasps "Where's father?"

"Your father?"

Damian pressed the heel of his hands to his eyes "No… Not father… Mr. Wayne. I must see him at once!"

"Alfie?" a voice called from behind Damian.

"Grayson" Damian breathed, and turned to her having to grab at her arms to keep standing, his hurt leg dragging behind him, body reacting to the wound on its own, since there was still no pain, no feeling "It's Todd, she has been…" his vision swam and he shook his head "She lied."

"I don't know what you're talking about" Grayson whispers worriedly, pushing Damian's hair away from his face "God, you're burning up!"

"Grayson, listen to me!" Damian grits out, watching Grayson's eyes as they go from black, to grey, to blue, to black once more. He wonders if he's going blind "Todd has betrayed you all!"

"Ah, shit." Damian snaps his head so fast at that he loses a few frames, and everything looked like thin smoke shapes against a dark background, but he manages to focus on Todd by the doorframe "He was supposed to be out by now."

Damian turns back to Grayson, letting go of her arms and stepping back "Do not let her in!" Grayson's image swims in and out of focus "She will kill you!"

"Knock him out already, Jane."

"Hey, doll? Robin?" Grayson called softly, trying to approach Damian again "It's not what you think."

"You are in this together." Damian concludes hazily, rubbing his eyes again. His back hit the counter and he realized he'd been stepping further and further away from the people surrounding him "What is going on?" he asked no one in particular "What was in those boxes?"

"What boxes?" Grayson asked but Damian heard no answer "Diana…" Grayson sounded exasperated "He's gonna crash, isn't he?"

Damian's heart was trying to slam its way out of his chest, and it was all too much, too fast. Damian pushed Grayson away and ran to the batcave. Maybe father would be there, he'd know what to do.

But would father believe him?

The thought made Damian pause at the grandfather clock, fingers sliding down the wood as his legs gave out.

He was all alone. For the very first time in his life, there was no one he could turn to, nowhere he could go.

The changing colors made his head ache, so he closed his eyes and focused on his heart's wild beating, trying to calm it down.

"There he is!" Grayson's voice jolted Damian into moving again as he dashed off to the front door.

He'd find his way out of this place, he didn't need anyone, Grayson – his Grayson, male Grayson – did his best to put that notion aside, but this little adventure only proved that Damian was better off on his own. If he could reach the door, if he actually made it to the trees-

"Gotcha!" Damian sees rather than feels arms wrapping around him and drags his eyes up to father's face "What happened to you?"

"Todd was acting strangely during the party, I followed her. I believe she's been running some sort of drug operation. Now let me go."

"How is he even awake?" Todd asked baffled, running into the room "He should be in a coma or something!"

"Bruce!" Grayson called "He needs medical attention now!"

"No!" Damian barked clawing his way out of father's arms, but the man just held on tighter "I will not let her near me! Unhand me, now!" he was sure the only thing holding his heart behind his ribcage was father's hand on his chest.

"He's gonna crash if he doesn't calm the fuck down…" Todd commented nonchalantly.

Father's hand moved to Damian's neck and pressed a specific spot. Damian knew what would happen next, but before any reaction was possible, he was out.

Damian woke up to a dark room.

He blinked, but the darkness was so deep he could barely make out silhouettes, yet he knew there was someone there with him.

"You should get back to sleep." the nearly shapeless form told him.

"Oh, it's you." he sighed, relaxing back into his pillows.

"Is that it? I was pretty sure you would go mental if you saw me here."

Damian frowned "That's nonsense. You have managed to go through mother's guards to get here, I have no reason to reprehend you. Unless you were seen."

The voice hesitated before replying somewhat awkwardly "I wasn't."

"You are lying." Damian squinted, trying to make out her features in the darkness, but getting nothing.

"You should definitely be sleeping."

"The guards will not check in until morning, we have hours until then."

"We have hours?"

"It is dark. I can barely see you."

"Oh."

"Are you worried?" Damian asked, slightly amused "I can fight blind, you know. If this is a test night, you only have to make sure to get out of the way."

"You want me to stay out of your way." she echoed incredulously.

"I will not have you harmed over one of mother's attacks, they are my challenges to overcome and mine alone."

She was silent for a beat "That's actually very sweet."

"You are acting odd."

There was movement, and Damian waited patiently to grab her arm before her hand could touch him.

"Can you see me now?" she asked softly, not making any attempt to free herself.

Damian strained his eyes, and thought he maybe saw the outline of her lips, her hair falling over her shoulder… For a moment he got confused, like those weren't the things he should to be seeing. Perhaps she wasn't supposed to look like that. Who was she again?

"No…" his voice was just as soft as hers was, as he tried to gather his thoughts.

Something cold touched his forehead and he startled, realizing he had let go of her hand.

"Sorry" she whispered sympathetically "You're running a fever, I'm just mopping the sweat from your forehead so you don't look gross."

"I don't think that is what the cold cloth is for."

"Lie back." she told him pushing his shoulder into the pillows.

"Who are you again?"

She got quiet once more. Damian traced fingers and cloth over his forehead, now relishing in the cool feel "You know that." she said suddenly and Damian's eyes snapped open.

"Do I?"

Damian woke up to a too bright room.

It felt like the lights were about to melt his eyes out of his head and he struggled to get up.

"Wow! Wait, where are you going?"

An arm wrapped around his chest keeping him from sprinting out of the bed.

"Grayson" he grumbled, shielding his eyes from the light and focusing on the girl sitting beside his legs.

"Yes! Grayson. I'm Grayson." she said with a sunny smile. Damian scowled.

"No, you are not." he rubbed his eyes "Where is he?"

"He…" she sighed "He had to leave. There was some stuff he needed to fix."

"I will join him then." Damian tries to look around, but the lights are still way too bright, so he shields his eyes with his hand to stare at the girl.

"Fine" she nodded, very agreeable "Tell me where he is and you can go."

"What?"

"I bet you don't even know how you got here, how can you go after him if you don't even remember what the hell happened in the first place?"

She had such sincere eyes that left Damian feeling on the edge. "He left me alone."

"Not alone, you drama queen. I'm here. He trusts me."

"Who are you anyway?" he grinds his teeth "And tell whoever is by the door that I do not care for people spying on me."

"I'm Jane." the girl looked over her shoulder to the door and back to Damian "That's my sister. You put up quite a ruckus when you got here and she's just checking to see if you're not attacking me or anything."

"Why would I attack you?" almost before he could finish his question a new voice spoke over him.

"Is the little shit still blind?"

Damian forced himself to look at the door and fought through the blinding light to focus on the newcomer. She had her hair in a low ponytail, over one shoulder and though she looked a lot like the other girl, Jane, the new girl's face made Damian brain itch.

"You!" he growled and jumped out of the bed and on top of her.

"Not blind then!" the girl quipped, voice strained under Damian's weight as he tried to get his hands around her neck "Get him off of me, Jane!"

"You kinda deserve it, Diana." Jane commented nonchalantly.

"Jane!"

"Who the hell are you people?" Damian barked at both of them "Where's Grayson?"

"What?" Diana snapped, trying to look at Jane.

"His brain is still fried." Jane's voice sounded a lot closer now "Sorry, little Robin."

Jane's fingers were cold on his skin and Damian felt a prick on his neck.

There was something that no one knew – not even mother – but as a child, Damian had a friend.

He didn't remember how old he was exactly, what he did remember was that training had been over and while one tutor commanded him to stay in his quarters, other had been telling him how he needed to learn how to move undetected.

Damian understood that to mean he should leave his room and not be caught. That way he'd be completing both tasks.

And throughout his explorations of grandfather's base, he found another boy. Damian had no idea there would be anyone in that room and nearly ran away; the last thing he wanted was to be spotted, but the boy showed no sign of noticing Damian's presence.

"Who are you?" Damian demanded and got no answer. No reaction at all, really.

Completely sure he was being ambushed, Damian left and spent the whole next day waiting for a punishment that never came. So he went back and found the boy exactly as he had left him the night before, sitting on the edge of the bed, feet planted on the ground.

Damian watched the boy suspiciously and, sensing no immediate threat, approached carefully.

The boy didn't turn to look at him, just sat there, breathing.

Damian couldn't explain why, but visiting the strange silent boy became a nightly routine.

Sometimes Damian would use him as a climbing wall, just to sit on his shoulders and mess with his hair. Other nights, they sat side by, side Damian would tell him about his day, his training, his future.

In one occasion, Damian talked mindlessly about mother's plans for him while comparing the size of their hands. Damian was tired of being so little, he wanted to grow up, he wanted to inherit the world as mother told him and find out who father was, but his hand was so small that it could be engulfed by the silent boy's.

And that's exactly what happened.

Damian startled when the boy closed his fingers around Damian's hand, the first and only time the boy showed any reaction at all, and Damian stared at him in awe.

"Can you hear me?" Damian asked, searching for any sign he was being understood and finding none.

It was probably for the best.

One day, the boy was gone.

And as the months – too many of them – went by, Damian always checked the room and always found it empty. He had mostly given up when the boy reappeared – battered, hurt, not like the boy Damian knew at all –, arguing heatedly with mother. Damian watched them for a couple of minutes, feeling something tight in his chest, he didn't know what it was or how to call it.

Why didn't the boy ever speak to him? Had he been telling Damian's every whispered secret to mother? Was Damian that much of a nuisance that the boy had to leave? Did mother plan that as she had been planning Damian's entire life?

Damian left, deciding not to think about any of that ever again. He was proud to say he couldn't even remember the boy's face anymore. He would never admit to still being able to pinpoint his exact eye color.

A/N.: I couldn't finish this chapter properly, so I didn't. Sorry.

Can I just say I love writing Damian interacting with the girls, even if he is drugged off his ass and doesn't remember who they are.

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