A/N OMG I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO UPDATE THIS D: I had to go away last minute and then Tumblr prompts had to be finished and now JayTim Week is happening and adnshjfh So please please please forgive me! I will be updating daily again! ;-; To make it up here's some fluff!

Breakfast the next morning was quiet as Dick made his way into the giant kitchen. The smell of pancakes wafted through the house, and to Dick's surprise, Tim was already at the table, his eyes red from a night of crying and not enough sleep.

The stitches were done quickly, and it unfortunately got to the point where Damian was absolutely hysterical and needed to be sedated. Dick stayed by his side all night, and the boy was still sleeping when he woke up.

Alfred greeted him with a silent nod, and slid over his morning coffee. Dick smiled wordlessly back before taking his place at the table with Tim.

"How did you sleep,", Dick tried.

Tim looked up at him and offered a weak smile.

"Not really good...how's Damian?"

Alfred seemed to have stopped cooking and waited with Tim for Dick's answer.
He took a deep breath, and blew on his coffee.

"He's still sleeping,", another voice chimed in.

Dick perked up, and Tim turned around to find Jason standing in the doorway. Blood stained his jacket, and his hair was damp and dripping.
Alfred gasped at the sight, and Dick stood up.

"What happened?", he asked, worry coating his voice, "Where have you been?"

Jason shrugged, and sat down casually.

"I just went out. I'm fine. I was just checking up on Damian."

The name on his tongue sounded funny. Usually he had some sort of inventive nickname, but not this time. This time it was just, Damian.

"I'm not staying either, I just wanted to let you all know I'm alright, I guess..But mostly to check up on him. What happened to his arm?"

Dick inhaled sharply, and sat back down. Tim looked away, and Alfred continued with breakfast.

"We had Damian hooked up, to get his vitals up...but when he woke up, I guess after whatever Scarecrow did to him was too much...he lost it,", Dick said plainly, "He snapped at tried to attack me...but he was still hooked up, and the needle tore down his arm."

Jason winced at the image, but allowed Dick to continue.

"So, he needed stitches, but he was still hysterical, so we had to sedate him...he's been asleep since."

Jason looked down, his eyes burning with an emotion Dick couldn't quite place.

"Shouldn't you wake him?", Jason asked.

"No,", Tim was the first to answer, and the haste in which he did caused everyone to look at him, "If we did that,", he started slowly, "He would only be worse. Waking him could put him in shock,"

Jason and Dick nodded, and the room went silent. There was nothing but the sizzling from whatever Alfred was doing, and when Jason had decided he had enough, he stood up.

"I'm gonna go,", he said, "I'll be back eventually."

Tim nearly dove at him, and clutched his arm. Jason looked down at him puzzled, Dick matching his expression.

"Don't go,", Tim begged, "Please, don't go. We need you."

Jason shrugged him off, "You don't need me,"

Tim stood up, his eyes pleading, "Yes, we do, Jay, we need you, we all need you."

He took a second to think, and looked over at Dick who nodded, and Alfred who was playing like he didn't notice, but ultimately, Jason decided to stay, and he sat back down.

"I'll stay for a week,", Jason warned, "That's it."

But it was enough for Tim and Dick to crack a smile.

The smile didn't last long though, as a scream ripped through the house. Instantly the boys were on their feet, and barreled their way to Damian's room.

A/N Aghh! I'm so sorry it's short! But there's fluff and a cliffhanger! 3 I hope you enjoyed it!