A/N Yaaay! Officially 40 reviews! Thank you everyone who took time to read, review and everything this! I wouldn't be here without all of you! So thank you so much everyone! 33
There was a loud crash of thunder, and a blood curdling scream chased it.
Heavy rain pelted the windows, and the windows rattled with the strong winds.
All at once, bedroom doors opened, and feet hit the hardwood floors of the hallways. Dick was the first, practically kicking his own bedroom door down as he fought to get out of his room, Tim was right on his heels, and Alfred behind him.
The group of men barreled to Damian's room, where the screams continued to emerge.
Dick burst in the door, and flicked on the light.
His heart sank.
Damian had gotten out of bed, tangled in his I.V wire and betsheets. He was drenched in sweat, and his eyes were wild. He didn't really look like Damian, he looked like a wild boy, plucked out of the jungle and dropped into this technologically impaired hell.
His head snapped over to the slew of people looking at him from the doorway, and he stumbled backwards, tripping over the nightstand and falling on his side, the I.V stand falling with him. Everyone motioned to move forward and help the boy, but before they could, the former assassin was on his feet. They all came to a halt, and Damian had picked up the I.V pole and held it up in front of him, like a sword.
His hands trembled.
"Stay back!", he shouted.
Dick held his right hand behind him, motioning for Alfred and Tim to stay back. He held up his left hand defensively in front of him, and approached the wild boy carefully.
"Damian...", he tried calmly, "Damian calm down okay? It's me, Dick. You remember me right? I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm here now, okay, just put down the pole, and relax okay?"
His words seemed to make it worse.
Damian jabbed at Dick, forcing him to either take the pole in the stomach, or back up. He wisely chose the latter.
It wouldn't be hard for him to overpower the boy, it would be really simple, but he needed to re-gain his trust.
"No!", Damian cried, his knuckles turning white from his tight grip, "You are not Grayson,", he spat, "I killed him.", his lips trembled, and he looked like he was going to collapse, but he caught himself, and his eyes were wild and wicked again, "I killed Richard Grayson."
His words hit him in the chest, his heart breaking.
That's what he was scared of...
He thought he was still hallucinating.
"No,", Dick pleaded, "No, Dami, Little D, I'm right here. I'm right here, I promise. You're home, you're safe now."
He tried taking another step forward, but Damian wasn't going to risk him taking another chance. Not this time.
He grabbed the pole with his second hand, and with all his force, threw it at Dick.
Dick dodged the pole with ease, but the I.V needle was still in Damian's arm, and attached to the I.V bag...attached to the pole.
Damian stood firm, and when the pole flew further than the wire attached to him allowed, it pulled the needle up, and then down his arm, tearing the flesh halfway down his forearm before coming out.
Blood poured from his arm, and he clutched it immediatley, letting out a scream at the pain. The blood bubbled through his fingers, and Dick decided then he couldn't wait any longer.
"Damian,", Dick said, his voice still calm, "Damian you're bleeding too much, I'm going to have to come over there okay? You're hurt, and I have to help you. You need help."
He approached Damian, but despite the blood now dripping off his fingers, his whole arm dripping red, he pulled away, his eyes hissing at the approaching Dick.
Dick stopped, his hands up defensively.
"Damian, please,", he pleaded, "I'm not going to hurt you, I'm just going to help you."
He took another step forward, his eyes scanning Damian's surroundings in case there was anything else the boy thought he could throw. Quick calculations told him that he could get to Damian without him throwing anything or jumping on, at, or out of anything. He had wasted enought time, and Damian was getting pale from the immense loss of blood.
Acting quickly, Dick had a clear opening, and ran at the boy.
Damian screamed and scrambled to get away, but the acrobat was faster than him. He grabbed Damian from behind, pinning his arms at his sides. He screamed and kicked, but Dick held on tight quickly heading out of the room.
Alfred jogged on ahead heading to the giant bathroom at the end of the hall, secretly hiding proper supplies for a full blown operation. One could never be too sure living with the Batman, Alfred had once said.
Tim followed closely to Dick, tears in his eyes, as Damian screamed bloody murder.
Alfred was prepped with a needle and the second Dick entered the bathroom Alfred pricked the screaming child with it.
Damian screamed for a little longer, before his screams subsided, and his body went limp, his eyes groggy.
Dick looked up at Alfred in question.
"Just morphine, Master Richard.", Alfred assured.
Dick nodded, holding the additional weight limp Damian provided. He turned and sat up on the counter, sitting Damian on his lap.
With one arm around his waist, he used his other hand to hold out Damian's gushing arm to Alfred.
Damain limply let his head fall back on Dick's shoulders, looking his older brother in the eyes.
"I killed you,", Damian whimpered weakly, "I murdered you,"
A/N Poor Damian! Ugh. The scene with the needle ripping out of his arm literally bothered me to write omg wd;afbabfe nothing bothers me more! Uksdgas anyways! What did you all think! :D Please review!