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If Batman and family were full of a bunch of dramatic teenagers, inevitably one of them would have cried out, fallen to the floor kicking and screaming or even gone as far as to jump on the bed and demand Dick to wake up.

No one moved.

"Are we too late?" Tim finally whispered, barely loud enough for anyone to hear.

Bruce finally stepped forward past Green Lantern and Martian Manhunter, pulled up a chair and grabbed Dick's hand. He really didn't care that the others saw him showing affection, but for a moment it occurred to him that his eldest son may die.

But only for a moment.

"What else can we-"

"Wait," J'onn blurted out. "I sense something."

Dick still hadn't moved, and Bruce squeezed his sons hand tighter.

"Martian!" Damian growled. "Don't just leave it at that, you fool! What is happening?"

"Damian!" Bruce snapped, sending J'onn an apologetic glance.

The martian waited another moment before he spoke. He face was still as stone in a look of concentration as he stared at the young hero. Finally, he broke out into a grin.

"It worked," he sighed. "I feel his mind coming alive."

Tim let out a quiet cry of joy and Jason grinned. Damian did his signature 't-t' with a look of 'I told you so' and Bruce relaxed in his chair. Green Lantern took his leave quietly, knowing that his work was done. J'onn stayed.

"What now?" Bruce asked.

"I am not exactly sure." he replied honestly. "The brain activity is increasing steadily. I assume it will do so until he has regained all control, mind and body. Green Lantern was told that the individual should heal with no complications."

Bruce just nodded and then the alien took his leave as well.

"Good job, golden boy. Way to give us all a scare." Jason grumbled.

Later that day after the news of his recovery had spread and everyone could leave with peace of mind, the manor was finally quiet for the first time. Bruce was making his way back up the Dick's room to check the status when he walked in to see Leslie and Alfred leaning over his son with their hands on him.

"What has happened?" he demanded..

Leslie looked up, startled by his quiet entrance. "Bruce, nothing has happened. We are just moving him."

"Why?"

Alfred had his hands on Dick's knees and Leslie at his shoulders. Slowly they twisted him and flipped him over onto his side. "I don't want him to get pressure ulcers. I'm not sure how long before he'll wake up, and he's already been laying here long enough." Slowly she moved his arm from under him and placed it next to his head with the other draped over his side.

"Oh," Bruce made his way over as they tucked him in. "I was wondering if there was any change." He knew there was, of course, because the breathing machine was gone.

"He's recovering most of his body functions and I'm no longer worried about his blood pressure. No response when I tried to wake him."

"Is that-"

"Normal?" she interrupted, finishing her ministrations to her patient. "Yes. His body functions aren't 100% so I doubt his mind is too."

"Thank goodness," Alfred sighed. "Why would anyone want to do this to the young master?"

Bruce glowered. "He was trying to incapacitate me. Someone finally talked. You know his biggest threat is the Justice League? He considers me the brains, and he's smart enough to deal with the brawn. he thought that getting rid of me would allow the chance he needed to take down the Justice League."

"Thats quite the compliment," Leslie mused.

Bruce chuckled dryly. "He underestimates the League."

The next day Leslie came back and Bruce and Tim joined her in the room. Jason and Damian had finally given into the idea that it wouldn't hurt to pretend he could hear them, just in case. So they were sitting on the bed on either side of him watching the latest action movie.

"What is this rated?" Bruce asked, raising his eyebrow at Jason as he glanced between the two.

"Seriously?" Jason rolled his eyes. "You let him go out at night and hunt the worse of the worst, seeing all the violence a man can see...and you are concerned about what he is watching?"

Bruce shook his head and glared at him sternly, as if that answered the question.

"Fine, fine..." and he turned off the tv.

"Excuse me boys," Leslie said, shooing them off. With Bruces help they rolled Dick back onto his back. She checked the vitals, nodding in approval.

"Everything is looking real good so far," she said, mostly for the benefit of the boys in the room. Jason and Damian decided to stay to see what she was doing. She lifted his leg up and folded it, taking an instrument to it and hit his knee and smiled again when his leg jerked. She then leaned down and cupped his face with her hands.

"Dick." She cooed. "Dick sweetie, wake up."

She caressed his cheek lightly (in a very professional manner, mind you) and repeated herself a few times. After a couple of minutes she moved her hand down to just below his neck. She balled her fist and rubbed it along his collarbone.

"What are you doing?" Jason asked accusingly.

"I'm only trying to get a response out of him," she replied, unfazed by his tone. "Yes, it's a little painful, but it will allow me to see how deep he is."

She continued to rub it, and then she pressed harder as she did the next one. They were gifted with a low, mostly inaudible moan. Her smile was wide.

"I think he's on his way out of it. He wasn't responding this way yesterday," she beamed looking back at Bruce. "I'll stop by again tomorrow. Call me if he wakes up before then." And with that she walked out of the room. Tim happily stepped towards the bed.

"You hear that Dick? You are getting better. You'll be swinging around in no time," he grinned as he sat down in the chair. He leaned over and grabbed a book beside the bed and started to read it quietly to his older brother.

Bruce walked out after Leslie without a word and Damian's eyes followed him as he left. After a couple of minutes of waiting and listening to Tim rattle on about some kind of history book, he finally turned to Jason.

"We're clear. Turn the movie back on," he stated as Jason grinned mischievously. "I want to see how it ends."

Jason should have known it would be him. Sure, inwardly he was glad, but he kinda felt like the least adequate when it came to helping someone out. Especially if that someone was waking up from some kind of alien coma.

He'd just stepped inside to grab something he had left when in there last. Wasn't even going to stay and be moppy or happy or anything. It was as he was bending over the side of the bed when he saw a twitch out of the corner of his eye.

"Dick?" he exclaimed, sitting up. The figure on the bed didn't respond.

But Jason wasn't one who gave up easily.

"Yo, Dickie-bird," he tapped his cheeks. "Golden boy. Robbie- poo...you waking up, old man?"

Dick groaned in response, and his eyelids quivered.

"Hey!" Jason called, running to the doorway. "Alfred! Dick is waking up!" He hurried and ran back into the room. Now he had no idea what to do. Should he get him water? Tap his cheeks some more? Sit him up? What the heck was he supposed to do!?

Bruce came running in with Tim and Damian not far behind him. He ran straight to the bed and leaned over his eldest son.

"Dick!" he cupped his cheek. "Dick, can you hear us?"

He groaned some more and his eyelids fluttered open slightly. Not even half.

"That's it," Bruce encouraged. Tim ran to the other side and grabbed his hand. Bruce continued. "Hey Dick, how do you feel?"

After a moment Dick opened his eyes fully. They were glazed over and watery from being closed for so long, and Bruce doubted that he could see hardly anything at all. He just hoped that he recognized their voices.

"Nu-i asa?" he finally said, his voice rough and barely audible.

"What?" Tim asked, looking at Bruce confused. Bruce just gave him a comforting look.

"It's ok, Dick. You're at the manor. Do you remember anything that happened?"

Finally Dicks eyes widened suddenly and he pulled his hand out of Tim's. "Ce se întâmplă?... Cine ești tu? ...Unde sunt?" Before he could even finish the sentence, his eyes had started to close and his voice drifted off. Once he finished, he blinked a couple of times, his breathing evened out and he fell asleep once more.

"Uh..." Jason said dumbly. "Anyone know what happened?"

"He didn't know us, fool." Damian hissed. "He doesn't remember anything."

Ummm...ya...I don't know Romani and neither does Google Translate. So you get to have a internet translation of Romanian instead.

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