Dick currently sat on the couch in the common room wrapped up tight and high on drugs. It took a lot of effort on Dick's part to even turn his head to look around the room. Some of the other patients were scattered around the room minding their own business. Dick couldn't find Steve in the room, and he still hasn't seen Chip, not that he spent much time in the common room lately. The past week, at least I think it's been a week, has been only treatment for Dick.

Last night he had lost his voice from screaming and yelling in attempt to drown out the sound of the tape, it provided temporary relief. Lately Dick found himself automatically repeating the words in his head if he zoned out, having nothing to distract him, it terrified him.

Dick struggled to turn his head to face the window he was sitting near, it was snowing out side, it's probably still March then. He couldn't help but to think of his family, and hoped they were still looking for him. He wondered how Damian was handling his disappearance; he depended on Dick a lot, even if Damian wouldn't admit it. Dick thought back to various treasured memories he shared with his littlest brother, like his first time in the snow.

"Damian wake up it's a snow day! The roads are closed and school is cancelled! Let's go play in the snow" Dick was jumping around on Damian's bed, but was stopped when a pillow hit him in the face.

"Get out of my room Grayson I do not take part in such childish activities." Damian pulled the covers over his head, as if to fool his big brother that he wasn't there. It didn't work since Dick grabbed the covers and yanked them off Damian.

"But you are a child Damian, plus you never even played in the snow before you might enjoy it."

"Unlikely."

With some struggle Dick managed to get Damian out of bed and into proper winter attire. Both boys were standing at the entrance pulling on their boots with the hour.

"Do you think you will be warm enough? It is fairly cold outside." Said Alfred as he finished helping Damian put on a second layer of gloves.

"We'll be fine Alfred, plus we can always come inside to warm up if we need to." With that Dick burst outside and started frolicking in the snow "COME ON DAMIAN!"

The small boy looked up at the butler, "Must I Pennyworth?"

"I assure you it will not be unpleasant, besides you only need to stay outside until Master Dick tires out. "

"Have you met Grayson? He never tires out." With a final reassuring push Alfred closed the door behind the boy, leaving the oldest and youngest to play in the snow.

"I think it looks pretty good, what do you think Damian?" The pair stood back to admire their batman snowman.

"I managed to save it, no thanks to you."

"Yea, I like it too."

It started off as a normal snowman but to Dick's surprise Damian got really into it and convinced Dick to sculpt it into batman. Dick smirked, it seemed as if they didn't just have a painter but also a sculptor in the family, he made a mental note to get Damian some more art supplies.

Dick fell backwards into the snow and spread his arms and legs out.

"Come on Damian make a snow angel with me!"

"Over your dead body."

"It's suppose to be "Over MY dead body," Damian."

"I know what I said," smirked Damian. "Plus making a snow angle would go against Drakes "Demon Spawn" name for me."

"That's nice of you to consider Tim's feelings." Dick stood to appreciate his angel, trying to suppress a laugh at the flushed faced boy.

"I said no such thing!"

"Whatever, I know what I heard little D"

"-tt-" Damian turned to walk back into the Manor but before he could make it to the door a snowball collided to the back of his head. The child slowly turned around; if he were a cartoon stream would be coming out of his ears. He saw his older brother grinning widely holding an other snowball ready for launching.

"GRAYSON! YOU ARE DEAD!"

"Oh shit," giggled Dick as he ran from the angered assassin.

The snowball fight continued for a good hour, but was stopped once Dick got a bloody nose from an ice-ball to the face. The dynamic duo went inside for lunch and to warm up, but the day was far from over according to Dick.

"I fail to see how a plastic sheet, a hill and gravity could be amusing."

"It's called tobogganing Damian and it's a blast, climb on."

Dick held onto the crazy carpet as Damian shuffled on, Dick crawled on behind his brother wrapping tightly around him.

"Grayson did I give you permission to join me?"

"Trust me little D, it will go way faster with me on it with you!" With that Dick pushed off and the two sped down the hill at lighting speed. Dick was whooping with joy while Damian tried to fight the smile creeping onto his face. Halfway down the hill the crazy carpet hit a small bump sending the brothers into the air, both landing face first in the snow.

Dick shot up and ran over to where Damian was laying in the snow pulling him out. "Are you okay little D? I'm so sorry I didn't see that bump!"

Damian dusted him self off, he looked up at his brother "Do you think we could make it bigger," a small grin spreading across his face, Dick returned the smile.

The rest of the day was spent on making the perfect jump; they constructed their own mini tobogganing park with several jumps. Dick loved seeing Damian enjoy normal childhood activities.

The day ended with the Damian falling asleep on the couch watching "How to train your Dragon" with Alfred's famous hot chocolate with his brother. Dick looked down at his brother snuggled into his side and his heart filled with warmth.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A madding scream tore through the common room, Dick looked up from his daze.

Eugene towered over Hayden, blood was pouring out of a gapping hole in his throat. A lake of red collected on the floor. Hayden struggled to catch his breath but only managed to choke on his own blood, his gurgling gasps slowly faded as his body shut down. A river of crimson liquid streamed down Eugene's mouth, he looked around wild eyed around the room in search for his next meal. Most of the other patients had fled, and were banging on the door for help.

Eugene's eyes locked onto Dick's stationary spot on the couch, restricted by a straight jacket and clearly doped up on drugs. He flashed a blood stained grin at Dick as he lunged forward.

Dick put all of his energy into standing up but his body wouldn't cooperate and he only managed to fall off the couch, but continued to try and stand. Damn it Richard, Stand Up!

Eugene's teeth dug into Dick right ear with unrelenting force. Dick cried out in pain as Owen and Clive ran forward and started to attempt to pull off Eugene.

Eugene's jaw did not forfeit its grasp and as the guards yanked the crazed man of Dick, Eugene managed to take a small corner of his ear with him.

The guards dragged away the cannibal as he chewed on the bit of meat in his mouth. Leaving Dick to recover by the couch.