A/N Here's another chapter! Keep the reviews coming guys!
I know there are a few spelling/grammar errors, I'm doing my best to keep them to a minimal but I don't have a Beta, and my mother tongue isn't as good as I thought it was apparently :P Also, I've been informed that I've been misspelling Grayson, and writing Greyson instead. I'm so sorry ;-; I won't be making that mistake again.
Anywho, I'm sorry for the rant, please carry on! Enjoy~

"Jason!?"

Dick blurted out, bewildered. His younger sibling stood in front of him, his fists clenched.
The last time he had seen the Red Hood was when he broke the news about Bruce. Something flashed across his face that night, but lasted only mere seconds, before the Hood wordlessly departed, and now here he was, out of nowhere picking a fight?

"What did you do!", Jason boomed, diving at Dick for another hit.

Dick grabbed the approaching fist, and quickly moved it off to the side, yet again evading a punch. He jumped backwards, and kicked down a garbage can in a feeble attempt to slow Jason down, but the Red Hood was having none of that.
The question baffled the older sibling.
Do? What did he do? They hadn't seen each other in months; as far as he knew he hadn't done anything, and he sure as hell didn't have time for this. Not now.

"Jason, what are you talking about?! Calm down, please, I don't want to fight.", he pleaded.

Ever the peacekeepers.

"Where's Robin, Dick,", he shouted, emphasising the name.

Damian? He was upset about Damian? As far as Dick knew, he couldn't stand Bruce's son, and made no attempt whatsoever to reach out to him.
Obviously, Dick thought, I was wrong.
But why now? Of all times. When Talia had been sending her men rapid fire to try and get the former Ah Ghul to return, and when he refused, vowed to have him killed, they could have used his help countless times.
Jason practically ran the streets, so it was no surprise that word had gotten out Batman and Red Robin were looking for Scarecrow, and when they started noticing Robin was at the masked avengers side, it wasn't hard for Jason to put two and two together.

"Robin?", Dick shouted, backing away from the approaching Hood, "What do you care? Red Robin and I are sorting it out."

Jason scoffed, "Yeah, good job at that! You're supposed to be Gotham's Knight?! Ha!", he laughed, "You're a joke!"

I don't have to take this, Damian needs me.
With the thought crossing his mind, he stopped backing up, and began to approach Jason, fury coursing through him.

"I'm a joke?", he spat, "Where were you when Bruce died? Where are you when Damian wakes up screaming from nightmares he refuses to admit he's having? Where were you when Tim left-again? We needed you Jason, and you weren't there!"

Jason scoffed, coming to a halt.

"Where were you when Talia put a freaking bounty on his head, Jason? He's gone now, and Red and I are fighting for his life, and you pop in like this? Too little, too late JayBird."

"I gave you the benefit of the doubt,", Jason hurried, "I thought you jumping into this whole Batman role was gonna get you to buck up, but apparently I was wrong. You can't keep your eyes on a ten year old, how are you supposed to watch Gotham?"

He didn't wait for Dick's reply, he just raised his fists and childishly delivered 'the finger' before walking away.

"Where are you going?", Dick called after him.

"I'm going to get Robin, since you're, apparently, a Neanderthal!"

Instead of ripping all his hair out, which he really felt like doing, he let out a long sigh before clicking on his ear piece again.

"Batman to Red Robin, come in Red Robin."

"You really don't have to do that,", came Tim's fuzzy reply.

Dick ignored the remark, "I think I might have found a lead, I'm going to check it out. Head back to the Bat Cave, and give poor Alfie a rest. I need someone keeping an eye on Robin, and I don't think Alfred can take much more."

The sentence alone was enough to destroy him. He didn't think those were words he'd ever have to mutter.
A short sigh came through the earpiece, followed by a 'yes'.
Dick clicked off his ear piece before taking off after his estranged younger sibling. It wasn't on his list of things to do, but if Jason was expressing his concern then Dick needed all the help he could get. Even if that help was the Red Hood.

Damian Wayne lay on his back, his chest awkwardly rising and falling with no enough air.
His body quivered with the sobs that exploded from him; but no tears. He was legitimately certain he had cried every single one of his tears, but still he couldn't stop sobbing and the fear that ripped through him was crippling.
For a ten year old, born and raised, assassin Damian was pretty sure the only things emotions he had ever felt in his life were anger, and annoyance; which in some instances could be counted as anger. Until now.

For the first time in his life, he truly felt like a helpless child; cold, alone, tired, weak. But worst of all, he felt, was how much he missed Dick. He would have given anything in that moment just to be back in the manor, asleep in Dicks bed, while the older of the two ran his fingers through his hair like he'd insisted on so many nights.
But he was dead now. He had just witnessed it a hundred times. Memories were challenged, trust broken, and while Damian wanted to curl up with the man he'd learned to accept as his brother, he also wanted to sleep and never wake up. He was so tired.

"Are you just going to lay there?", came the familiar voice.

Damian didn't respond.

"Pathetic. Absolutely worthless,", a chuckle this time, "I'm sure your father is glad he's dead, so he doesn't have to deal with you. I'm sure glad I'm dead."

The sound of the ghosts shoes made sound like they were walking away, and soon Damian was alone again. The room got cold, and he was left with his choking sobs.

Dirt. Suddenly, he could taste dirt. Panic setting in, Damian shot upwards, only to be violently pushed back down by, what seemed to be, wood. The room was closing in on him. Quickly, and hysterically, he outstretched his arms, but they met the same problem as his head.
The muffled sound of dirt hitting the top of the box was the only thing he could hear aside from his screams. The tears started again, and he began to hyperventilate.

He was being buried alive.

A/N Poor Damian ;-; I'm sorry if this chapter was a tad sloppy :/ I'm having a harder time than I anticipated with the Damian/Scarecrow chapters, but like I said earlier, if you have ideas, suggestions, something you'd like to see, please please let me know! I'm going to push through this 'block' however, and continue uploading daily! :)