White.

That was the first thing he was aware of when he woke up. His burly white surroundings hurt his eyes, adding to his already pounding headache. For some reason panic rushed through his body.

Where am I?

Dick attempted to tilt his head to gather his surroundings but immediately regretted the action. The simple movement sent shooting pains up and down his body. The intense pain brought back his memories as to why he hated the colour white.

New York Mental Hospital for the Criminally Insane. Nurse Darrow. Pain. Strange. Owen. Clive. Pain. Dr. Grove. PAIN

Dick squeezed his eyes shut, as if to hide him self. He felt his heart hamming in his chest as he started to panic. He tried to yell out for help, but found that he couldn't. There ways something shoved down his throat preventing his words from surfacing. Dick started to choke, his panic growing. He could hear his heart monitor going crazy next to him.

I need to get out.

Dick tried to get up but if the raging pain through out his body didn't stop him, then the restraints on his wrists and ankles did. He panicked even more.

"He's wake!"

A scurry of voices sounded.

"Stop fighting the tube Richard, we're going to remove it for you."

He felt hands pushing down on his chest.

"Richard you have to calm down! You're in a safe place."

Safe my ass!

The words only motivated Dick to try even harder to escape. Dick thrashed against his restraints, close to drawing blood due to his efforts. The pain in his joints and head was unbearable. He couldn't last much longer at this rate. Even in falling hope Dick still tried to escape. His struggles growing weak., he could feel his consciousness slipping.

In Dick's last seconds of consciousness he heard a booming voice sounding from the distance. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"

Bruce?

"How's he doing?" Brue took a seat next to Tim handing him a coffee. A small circle of chairs surrounded Dick's hospital bed. Alfred and Jason were currently down in the cafeteria, while Damian rested his head on the edge of the bed fast asleep.

"He still hasn't woken up." Tim raised the streaming coffee to his lips. Enjoying the warming sensation as it ran down his throat and into his core.

Needless to say it had been a long morning. Earlier when they were finally able to see Dick, they arrived to complete chaos. Apparently Dick had woken up to a strange and unfamiliar hospital room, unsurprisingly he panicked. As the family rounded the corner they witnessed Dick in complete horror as aggressive hands held him down and attempting to remove his breathing tube. Bruce completely lost his shit at the sight, knowing full well how Dick must be reacting. Dick passed out before anymore could run forward and reassure Dick he was safe.

Tim glanced over to Bruce sitting next to him. The man had a vein steadily pulsing from his forehead. If Tim thought that Bruce was mad before it was no comparison to when he noticed that Dick was restrained to the bed. The doctors repeatedly explained that it was policy with attempted suicide patients. Bruce has just spent the whole morning arguing with the doctors to remove them. Of course Bruce won, after he signed numerous papers promising not to sue if something were to happen.

Nothing is going to happen. We'll make sure that Dick is never alone while he's here.

Tim glanced over at his older brother. Sweat was dripping down his face, while shivering at the same time. His face scrunched up in pain, obviously doing through drug withdrawals.

How didn't I notice? How did none of us notice?

It was obvious now that Dick was taking extra pills. Everything about this behavior pointed towards it. This dazed expressions, his jumpiness, his avoidance of the family, all of it. Maybe they were all in denial about it at the time, refusing to let it be true.

"uhn—I don't—gafh" Dick continued to mumble on and off during the entire morning since his tube was removed.

Tim quickly reached up and gently grasped Dick's hand. Initially Dick went shift at the touch, but Tim persisted and started to rub circles on his hand with his thumb. Eventually you could see Dick's body visibly relax, and his muttering stopped.

I'm right here Dick don't worry.

A shooting pain ran up and down his spine, making Dick gasp awake. The pain in his spine was quickly trumped by the agony in his skull. He had never felt anything like this before. It was as if someone was constantly curb stomping his head. He was boiling hot and freezing cold at the same time.

Dick could hear muffled voices around him. Recalling what happened earlier his stomach turned.

I need out.

Dick made an attempt to get up, but was quickly shot down when the movement sent his joints to flare up. Dick moaned in discomfort. A gentle hand landed on his chest, suggesting that he remained still. The gesture has calm and reassuring. For some reason Dick felt as if we wasn't in danger, and he could trust the gesture. Dick cracked open his eyes to greet his guest, but the blinding light burnt his eyeballs. The added sensation caused more pressure to build up in his head, making it worse than before.

Dick could feel his stomach turning. He must have showed a reaction to the change, because soon after he felt a bucket placed in his grasp. It felt as if the world was spinning around him, even tho his eyes were closed. The rolling of his stomach hit its limit, causing Dick to empty his stomach into the bucket. To Dick's disappointment his stomach contents was mainly bile, making the process even more difficult. His body continued to try pull things out of this stomach without much success. The action brought ripples of pain through out his body. Once his stomach settled his body felt heavier than a tone of bricks.

The following days continued in a similar fashion, with blacking out every now and then. The task would have been nearly impossible, if it weren't for the presence around him. They rubbed his back, pushed his hair aside, holding his hand, and muttering words of comfort. Their support made all the difference.

Bruce sat alone in the room watching over his son. He ordered the rest of the family home to get some proper sleep. The past few days have been hard on all of them. Watching Dick in a raging fever due to withdrawals was not easy, especially when they were powerless to help ease his pain. All they could do was support Dick in his struggles with encouraging words and simple physical contact.

The doctors said that the worst was over, and Dick should be waking up anytime now. So Bruce waited, determined to be there when Dick woke up.

It was at the moment that he noticed Dick starting to stir. Bruce watched carefully as Dick started to become more and more active. Hoping it wasn't just another false alarm. It wasn't until Dick's eyes fluttered open that he knew Dick was properly waking up.

Dick's sky blue eyes that Bruce missed so much scanned the room, finally resting on him. Bruce opened his mouth to greet his son, but nothing came up. After days of wishing that Dick would stabilize and properly wake, he realized he never planned on what he wanted to say to him.

What were you thinking?

Why didn't you tell me?

I'm sorry.

I love you son.

There were so many things he wanted to say but couldn't manage to voice them out loud. So Bruce settled instead.

"How are you feeling?"

Dick gazed at Bruce for a few moments, as he let his eyes adjust to the light.

"Bru-ce?" Dick's voice was dry and scratchy.

Bruce grabbed a glass of water from the side table handing it to Dick. The young man took it greedily. Bruce waited then took the half empty cup and placed it back on the table. He leaded forward closer to Dick, who noticeably pulled himself back to create some distance.

"Do you remember what happened?"

A small crease formed in Dick's forehead as he thought about it. It swiftly vanished as a look of shock replaced it, followed by shame.

Dick broke his gaze away from Bruce, studying his hands instead. "Who found me?"

"Jason. He was pretty shaken up about it."

"Really?" With a tone of complete confusion, surprised to hear that Jason cared. "So what now?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow at the question. "What do you mean?"

"Where am I going after this?"

Bruce could see water collecting in Dick's eyes but was unsure why. "You're going home, with the rest of us."

Dick's head shot up in shock.

" You're….. you're not sending me away?" Dick's voice was so small and lost it physically hurt Bruce.

"No, of course not. Why would you think that?"

Dick looked confused at Bruce's comment. "Cause I'm a broken, worthless, dangerous person. Who's dragging down the family."

"Dick!"

"What? It's true. I'm more trouble than I'm worth Bruce. I see people that aren't there. I accidently leave taps running. I have panic attacks…. I… I hit Damian, Bruce."

Tears were running down Dick's face at this point.

Bruce placed his hand on top of Dick's, taking it as a good sign that Dick didn't pull away.

"Look at me Dick." When Dick didn't Bruce pulled at Dick's chin, guiding his face towards his.

"The Doctor's say that medication acted as a mental crutch. We continued to give you the medicine cause taking it away would cause too much stress on your body. You were already so fragile in the beginning. We didn't want to risk it. Your mind couldn't heal completely while still on the medication. That's why you were still seeing things and having trouble with your memory for so long. And it probably why it got worse once you started taking more pills."

The look on Dick's face suggested that Bruce was right on that last comment.

"You panic attacks are completely understandable Dick. You went through some…. very traumatic stuff. It's expected."

Bruce knew that the last bit was troubling Dick. He needed to get through to Dick on his one.

"And Dick, hitting Damian was an accident. In you're mind you were protecting him. Damian has forgiven you for it, ages ago. But he's still mad at himself."

"Mad at himself?"

"He blames himself cause he couldn't help you. He feels completely helpless in all of this. He thinks he's failed you Dick."

"What? No.. he could never…"

Bruce dropped his hand from Dick's face. Allowing Dick to process the information he heard.

"I…I thought you all… hated me."

"How could you think that Dick?"

Dick stiffed in his bed, so he could sit up straight. Becoming eye level with Bruce.

"You all…. give me this look of…. pity… a lost hope."

"Dick I'm not sure where you got that idea from but it's not true. We are just concerned for you Dick. We are all trying to help you get better. Tim is helping you with your memory, Damian's allowed you to cuddle him without complaint, and Jason is practically living at the Manor now." Bruce gave Dick's hand a tight squeeze. "Don't you see Dick, we never lost hope on you. We're trying to help you get better, and we will continued to do so until you are, not matter what. We won't lose hope on you Dick, so please don't lose hope on us."

Dick was gripping Bruce's hand so tightly it hurt, but Bruce thrived on he response. Believing it was sign of new strength and determination from his son.

"Okay, I won't lose hope."

Bruce closed the gap between them and wrapped Dick up in a hug. Dick returned the gesture equally.

Bruce and Dick lightly broke apart only to see they had an audience standing in the doorway. All three of his brothers and Alfred stood looking in at them with a look of disbelief on their faces.

Feeling the need to apologize for his actions, for putting his family through hell and back. Dick spoke up first.

"Guys, I'm so sorry for –"

Dick was unable to finish, because a crashing force in the form of Damian jumped up on the bed and nearly tackled Dick over in a hug.

"You're back."

Even tho Dick never really left, he knew what Damian truly meant. And he was right.

Tim wordlessly joined the two embracing on the bed. Jason stepped forward and wrapped himself around all three figures.

"Don't you ever scare me like that again, Dickie-bird."

Alfred walked up to the foot of the bed, with a large grin on his face.

"Good to have you back Master Dick."

Dick knew it wouldn't be easy to make a full recovery, but as long as he had his family he would keep trying. He wouldn't lose hope.

"It's good to be back Alfred."

A few months later….

The brisk night air combed thought Dick's hair. The threat of winter nipped at his heals as he leaped from building to building. He raced along side with his brothers across Gotham.

After he was released from the hospital Dick stopped his "pity party" and started to put more effort into his recovery. It only took a month of Timmy's memory games to fully regain what he lost. Bruce helped Dick over come his fear of the bathroom in less than three weeks. Alfred helped Dick regain all the weight that he lost. The hardest part of his recovery was training. To regain all the muscle he lost was not easy. Jason played the main role in helping Dick get back to Nightwing level. And Damian helped keep the nightmares at bay, by spending most nights in Dick's bed acting as a Teddy Bear. Although Damian threatened serious harm if Dick told anyone, but Dick had his suspicions that Damian enjoyed the extra attention and cuddles at night. His whole family helped him process what happened to him, being their to listen or a shoulder to cry on when needed.

Nightwing had been back for three weeks now. He still patrolled in groups just as precaution, plus he loved spending the extra him with Bruce and his brothers.

Bruce was away on Justice League business at moment. Allowing the Bat Brothers to have free range of Gotham.

Nightwing saw a flash of red in the corner of his eye, meaning Red Robin was catching up to him. Nightwing pushed harder to gain extra speed. All four of them were racing towards a jewelry store robbery, given to them from Oracle.

Boy, those petty thieves have no idea what's coming for them.

Nightwing flew high into the air, showing off his moves.

I've missed this.

Nightwing could see their target. Red Hood and Robin were a few meters ahead of him. Nightwing and Red Robin caught up to the others before they had a chance to start without them.

All four brothers crashed thought the already broken window. Nine masked men snapped their heads around to face the menacing heroes, frozen to the spot. The Bat Brothers exchanged looks before breaking off and targeting individual masked men.

The fight was over in less than a minute. The four of them started tying up the robbers in a collective pile. They silently worked together, until a horrible smell reached their noises.

Robin's face scrunched up is in disgust. "Ewwwwww."

Nightwing and Red Hood grinned at each other, and high fived.

"Robin, Red time to pay up." Red Hood rested his elbow on Nightwing's shoulder, leaning against him.

Dick smirked at his little brothers. "Hood and I totally won."

Jason laughed loudly. "Told you we could make the bad guys shit their pants."

THE END

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