Dick sat snuggled up is his large chair stationed in front of the fireplace. A storm was raging over Gotham in full force, causing all of the citizens to be trapped inside for the day.

"Dick you can't continue to let Barbra to paint your fingernails, I don't care how much you like her. Stand up and be a man!" A thirteen-year-old Jason puffed out his chest, "Chicks dig that!"

Dick was temped to roll his eyes at the comment,

Yeah, like I'd ever take dating advice from you Jason.

Dick looked down to his fingernails, and they were in fact painted bright purple. Dick felt a slight tickle in his chest as we recalled the memory of letting the girl of his dreams paint his nails, just so he could spend more time with her.

Not a memory, a false comfort.

Sorrow and anger replace the warm sensation, and Dick immediately started to try to pick away the paint on his nails. Not wanting to look at them any longer. His right arm protested to the action, since he only recently had the sling removed, but Dick ignored the pain.

Dick looked back up to find that Jason had disappeared. Dick took note that the younger aged brothers never stayed around for very long, while the proper aged brothers never seemed to leave him alone.

It was becoming annoying. It prevented him from being able to collect his thoughts and remind his mind that this was not real. Dick has to repeat his chant a lot more often now a days. But the bright side of saying his chant out loud is that it seemed to bother his brothers and on occasion one or two of them would leave the room. Giving him some peace.

Currently Dick was sharing the living room with a normal aged Tim and Damian. Tim was napping on the couch with "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" acting as pillow. Dick loved the Harry Potter series but it was getting really hard to ignore Tim's constant blabbering of the story. If Dick ignored his hallucinations long enough they all leave eventually, but this version of Tim was annoyingly persistent to get Dicks attention.

Damian was laying on the floor drawing a picture of his Great Dane, Titus. Damian was convinced that he needed his own dog, that Ace was Bruce's dog. How Damian ever convinced Bruce to get another dog was a mystery to him, let alone a cat.

Dick stiffed his head to sneak a glance at the chess match being played by the window. It was a show down between two of the fastest men alive, Superman and Flash. Both men looked ridiculous in full costume, but Flash was wearing his old Kid Flash uniform instead, making him look even more foolish. Dick gave a small smirk at the thought of two of the fastest men in the world were playing one of the slowest games in the world.

"Grayson would you stop picking at your nails, it is greatly distracting." Damian didn't even bother to turn to face Dick, but only continued to draw.

Dick lowered his hands and rested them on his lap. His nails were sore from picking at them but his efforts showed no results. His nails were still bright purple, great.

"Grayson?" Dick lifted his head to the noise, instantly regretting it. Damian sat wide-eyed at Dick. "Can you hear me?"

Crap, not only did you react to your hallucination speaking to you, but also you actually did what it asked you to do. Get it together Richard!

Dick quickly averted his eye from the boy, and focused his attention to the storm outside. Dick could still feel Damian's burring glaze on the back of his neck and he could see the boy shifting towards him.

"Grayson?"

The boy was dangerously close to Dick, making him curl within himself.

"Dick?" The voice was so lost and broken. Dick couldn't help but gaze at the boy.

The two locked eyes, staring at each other, not sure of what to do next. Dick wanted this to be real with every fiber of his soul. To have his family back, to be able to hold his loved ones.

Damian reached his hand out slowly and very cautiously and tenderly placed his hand on top of Dicks. Dick lightly jumped at the contact, but didn't pull away. Dick only observed the tiny hand on his, taking in all the warm and comfort that flowed from it. It was so raw, so real.

Maybe this is real. It feels different compared to the past few months. More solid, more loving…

It was at this moment when a flash of lighting lit the sky. Dick bolted from his chair breaking the connection. Painful memories flooded his mind. So much pain…

Dick clutched at his head to attempt to stop the pounding memories of electricity flowing through his body and the white-hot pain that came with it.

This isn't real Richard, you know better!

Dick started to chant, "My name is Richard Grayson I killed 9 men, and I went insane. I created a family in my head, Bruce Wayne isn't my adoptive father, Jason isn't real, Timothy isn't real, Damian isn't real, none of it is real. My name is Richard Grayson…"

Dick failed to notice Damian promptly exiting the room.

Papers were scatted all around the Batcave. Bruce had returned from his trip a few days prior. At the hospital Batman searched the entire floor looking for "block B587." According to Dick's file more information about what happened to him was in this block. Bruce almost missed the hidden door in the main corridor but he managed to open it fairly easily with the help of his gadgets.

Since that night Bruce has had horrific nightmares of what he saw behind one of the locked doors. The room held a table with restraints attached to them, along with an old ECT machine. Traces of blood could be seen on the table and floor. Even the air was heavy with pain and sorrow. It was clear to Bruce that this is where his son was tortured.

Bruce only did a quick sweep of the room before moving on to the next. He searched Dr. Grove's hidden office next. It was the most logical place to have extra files on his subjects. Bruce looked high and low for "block B587" with no results.

Batman had almost though this was not the right location of the hidden files, until he notice the odd checkered pattern of the floor.

The floor was composed of large checker boxes; the large squares were filled with smaller squares of the designated colour.

Perhaps B587 are coordinates, like in "Battleship"

Bruce had played that game with his son's a few times back when they were young. Batman moved to column B and row 5 of the large squares. Then pushed the 8th square over and the 7th square down within the large square.

The panel released a hiss of air and slid to the side, exposing a large cardboard box labeled "Richard Grayson."

Bruce was currently at home reading through and organizing the two files on his son. He discovered that the hidden box contained the majority of the information, relating to his life as Nightwing. While the file from Gordon only held information from Dick's civilian life.

Meaning not everyone working their knew Dick was also Nightwing. That was privileged information.

The box held recordings of their "therapy" sessions and notes of Dick's progress. It tore a hole through Bruce's heart listening to the tapes. The breaking down of Dick's sprit was noticeable as the tapes progressed. Pulling at Dick's every insecurity and enforcing his every doubt.

Bruce long decided to hide this from the rest of the family, not wanting them to share this burden. Listening to Dr. Grove use the Wayne family as a tool to break Dick. The box included some videos that Bruce hadn't had the stomach to watch yet. One of the more disturbing things Bruce discovered was the source of Dicks chant. How they hammered it into Dick's skull and the punishments that came with Dicks resistance. It even came with Dr. Grove's original recording.

What have they done to my baby…

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