Bruce burst into the hospital's waiting room. His hair was a mess and his outfit was haphazardly thrown together, with Tim and Damian at his sides with similar styles.

"Where's Dick? What happened?" Bruce bee lined for Jason and Alfred siting in the poorly cushioned chairs. The room was empty at 4:37 in the morning, with only the sounds of doctors and nurses running around.

Alfred stood from his spot and met Bruce half way across the room, stopping him in his tracks. Bruce stuck his hand out to stop the boys trailing behind him.

"Master Bruce please, we ourselves have had a rough night. Please take it easy." Alfred gave Bruce a knowing look. Bruce peered over the older mans shoulder. Jason was slumped over in his chair, cradling his head in his hands.

"I will Alfred. Thank you." Bruce walked around the man and headed towards his son.

As Tim and Damian walked past Alfred, he gave the pair a knowing look of "the same rules apply to you."

Bruce sat down gently beside Jason, while the younger boys and Alfred took the seats across from the two.

Bruce spoke up first. "Jason what happened?"

Jason looked up from his position, glancing at this father figure before sitting up fully. Rubbing his hands over his face, stretching his features.

"After Alfred patched me up, I went upstairs to the kitchen, and that's when I heard something crash from up stairs. I went to check it out. Turns out it was Dick having one of his episodes. He completely tore apart his room looking for a tape, telling me he couldn't sleep with it continuously playing."

Bruce's heart sank at the mention of the tape. Knowing how they tortured his son with it.

"I told him he was hearing things. It seemed like he snapped out of it, he said he was going to have a quick shower. I should have known something was off then…..there's no way Dick would have volunteered to shower, knowing him recently."

Jason clasped his hands together and rested his elbows on his legs, letting his forehead rest on his hands.

"I left him alone for too long. I thought he was fine, really. I had no idea. It's my fault."

Instantly Bruce wrapped his arm around Jason pulling him close. To his surprise Jason allowed the comforting action.

"It's not your fault Jason. It could have been any of us."

Damian jumped up from his seat, face red. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? WHERE'S GRAYSON? ALL ALFRED TOLD US WAS COME TO THE HOSPTIAL FOR GRAYSON!"

"Damian!" Tim stood and pulled his younger brother back down into his seat.

Jason stared at he boy before he continued. "Once I checked up on him he was passed out, surrounded by his medication. I tired to wake him up, but I couldn't. He started to seizure, that's when I called for Alfred….. By the time the ambulance arrived his lips were turning blue." Jason's story trailed off, looking off into the far distance.

"We have been waiting ever since." Alfred chimed in.

It was then that Tim spoke a few simple words, which shook the group to the core. "… He tried to…. kill himself?"

Silence enveloped the room. None of them knowing how to react to that statement, instead they all just sat in silence.

The group only arose when a doctor walked into the room through the swinging doors. The woman walked up to the family with a grim look on her face.

"The Wayne's I assume?"

Bruce rose from his chair. "That's us"

The female doctor eyed Damian and Tim for a brief moment before returning her attention to Bruce. "Could we speak in private?"

"No, here is fine. I would just be repeating what you told me to them anyways. Might as well save sometime."

The colour in the doctor's face redden. "Alright. When we arrived his heart and breathing rate was dangerously low so we had to attach him to a ventaltor. Once we arrived to the hospital we pumped his stomach of his contents, removing any left over pills. It was a close call but we were able to save him."

The weight on Jason's lifted and it no longer felt as if he was trying to swallow a football down his throat.

"When can we see him?" Tim eagerly stepped forward.

"We are just running a few more tests to make sure everything is in order. He is still unconscious at the moment but we will have to place him into 24-hour watch."

"Understandable."

"I do wish to speak to you about treatment. I have my suspicions that Richard might have been abusing his medication based on the files I pulled up."

Bruce cocked an eyebrow at the woman. "What do you mean?"

"According to his records his medication was refilled more frequently than it should have been. Suggesting he was taking extra."

Bruce paled. "You mean this wasn't the first time this happened?"

"Not to this extent, no, but I do believe that he been taking more than his recommended amount."

How did I not notice?

"We have two options. We could cut him off of the medication completely, since they are not vital to his health, but mostly for his comfort. Or we can give him an alternate drug that—"

Bruce raised his hand, stopping the doctor. "No more drugs. We'll just cut off his supply."

"I do warn you that it will be a difficult and painful few days for Richard."

"I just want my son to be better."

The doctor nodded, "I understand. I will inform you when you can see him."

"Thank you." With that the doctor turned and left.

"Bruce," he turned to face Tim looking up at him with worried eyes. "What if Dick wakes up and we're not there? He'll panic once he realizes he is in a hospital."

Bruce placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry Tim, we'll be there for him every step of the way."

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