Sorry guys, last chap. Thank you for all the lovely reviews :) I hope to personally respond and thank you all, cause really...you are probably the only reason that has kept me going :D

Hope the ending doesn't disappoint anyone. I'll admit that my fav part is over, and really this is just a wrap up.

The next time Dick woke he was still speaking in Romani. He stayed awake for a whole whoppin three minutes before promptly falling asleep again. That was a whole minute longer than the first time. He didn't have any energy to stay awake it seemed. Leslie assured everyone that he was doing just fine physically, and seemed to be improving otherwise. It was still just the waiting game.

Bruce and Damian were able to translate what he said afterwards both times. He was confused, asking what was going on. The second time Bruce had tried to ask him some questions to gauge where his memory was, but didn't get much out of him before he fell back asleep.

Since Tim didn't know how much longer this would last, if not for the rest of his life, he decided that he would pick up on some Romani so he could understand more. He was almost halfway into the book (speed reading and excellent memory) he had picked up at the Library yesterday when he heard another waking moan from the bed beside him. He reached over excitedly, touching his hand.

"Dick," he whispered, tapping the top of his hand. His brother opened his eyes and looked over at him, recognition still gone from his face. He was trying to remember how to ask "how are you" in Romani when Dick spoke.

"Where's..." he rasped, then gulped. "Where's Bruce?"

Tim almost knocked his chair over as he stood straight up. "Oh, Dick! You remembered!"

Dick didn't react except for scrunching his eyes tighter as he took a good hard look at Tim. Tim took this moment to run to the door and call for his adopted father. He then raced back to the bed.

Dick was still staring at him, scrutinizing every move.

"He'll be here in a sec, Dick," he patted his hand again. Then he added with an exhausted sigh. "Jeeze. You just made me spend a whole day and a half learning Romani, and I didn't even need to."

Again, he looked confused, and Tim wasn't surprised. He was so happy at the improvement that he could hardly care.

"Dick!" Bruce walked in quickly.

Dick's eyes lit up immediately. "Ok...so, I'm not dreaming?"

They were both confused and looked at each other for help.

The man in the bed continued. "I dreamt I flew through the air. Like a bird. A robin." And just as he finished, he was asleep.

The next day the oldest Bat son was sitting up in bed, drinking Alfred's famous coco as the family sat around his bedside.

"- and he was just sitting there as if nothing had even happened, even though we all saw it." Jason continued, laughing, as he recited some embarrassing story about Tim and some stairs earlier this week while Dick was out.

"I wasn't pretending," Tim pouted. "I just wasn't interested in talking about it."

They laughed and ignored him. Dick leaned back against the pillows, his head starting to feel foggy again. Over the last day he had made amazing improvements, finally the scattered thought in his head and in his dreams connecting and starting to make sense. According to his brother, he was basically himself. He seemed almost 100%, except for the fact that that his record for staying awake was 5 hours. Actually, looking at his bedside clock, it was 7 now.

"Looks like Dickie Bird is getting tired," Jason commented with a dry laugh. "Sleeping Beauty isn't done yet."

"Next time, you can get shot," Dick joked back. "Then we'll see how you feel."

"If that happens, keep Tim and his storybook time away from me."

Everyone laughed at that. Well, except Tim.

"Lets let Master Dick get his rest," Alfred said as he took the empty mug from Dick's hands. "He can see you all in the morning."

They all said their goodnights before heading off, though only unconsciously. Dick was probably the only one to notice. Jason gave him a wink and waved as he passed the bed. Tim shot him a smile and tapped his leg, giving a stretch. Damian stood by his side as the two previous walked out.

"No sleeping past 7, Grayson," He pointed out factually. "You're healed enough to start training again. Who knows what skills you've lost lazing around in this bed."

"I love you too, Dami."

"Just go to sleep!" Damian scowled and stomped out of the room.

It was then he noticed that Bruce hadn't moved from his spot next to him.

"They were all worried sick about you," Bruce finally said after a moment of silence. It seemed that Dick wasn't the only one that noticed his brother's behavior.

"I feel awful about worrying them," Dick frowned. "And I'm sorry about worrying you too."

Bruce's eyes hardened, and Dick knew that he had hit spot on the reason Bruce stayed behind. It was the first time they got to be alone since he woke up (well, at least was conscious).

"Dick," he started. "When I start as Batman...it was me against the evil's of Gotham. I didn't care what happened to me. I could sacrifice anything and everything to rid this city of the foul lowlife. Then you moved it. Things changed, and it was the two of us. I know I've made some mistakes in how I've raised you. I've put the mission before your well being more times than I would ever dream of admitting..."

He struggled for a second, thinking of the words. Dick stayed silent, listening.

"...but after Jason, Tim and Damian, I've slowly changed. I know you know this. It has brought us all closer. Heck, Jason has been staying here for more than a week! That wouldn't have been possible years ago. But things have changed for the better. The possibility of your death was too much to take."

Again, he stopped for more words and Dick smiled. These one to ones about feelings were definitely something he had to get used to with Bruce.

"Actually, is IS too much to take," he said finally. "You broke an important rule that day, Dick. You sacrificed yourself for me. That cannot ever happen, and I need you to promise me that you won't even DREAM of doing it again. I couldn't bare the idea of one of my sons dying for me. I would rather be dragged through the pits of hell a thousand times before I experience that."

It Bruce wasn't being so serious, Dick would have laughed. He held it in and reached over and patted Bruce on the leg, settling more into the covers since he felt he could hardly keep his eyes open.

"I'll make you a deal," he yawned. "If you promise you won't get put in a situation where I can stop you from being hurt or killed, then I won't do it again."

Bruce glared and Dick shrugged.

"What?" Dick laughed. "What are you going to do? Ground me? Take away my Nightwing suit? I can't make those kind of promises."

Bruce smiled, reaching into his back pocket. "I thought you would say that. So I brought along some...encouragement." Behind his back were handcuffs and Dick gasped and almost sat up.

"You wouldn't!"

"I would," he nodded. "You don't get to train, get out of this bed, flirt or do anything Dick Grayson likes to do until you promise."

"Stop acting like you're funny, Bruce!"

"I'm not laughing," he said, holding the cuffs in front of his wards face.

The brothers sat outside the room, listening to the whole thing. They silently laughed to themselves.

"Who do you think will win?" Tim asked.

"Whoever gives in first," Damian replied.

Again they laughed.