A/N: So I don't really know where I'm going with this story, I might make it into a series or just leave it as it is, but please let me know your thoughts in the reviews below :D Also, I have no medical knowledge. Thanks for reading - I hope you enjoy X

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters!

-SoulReaperOfTheInnocent

Dick was exhausted, both physically and mentally, still he pushed through the pain until he was finally standing. Breathlessly he made his way to the closet, leaning on anything that could take his weight. By the time he got there, he had to take a break, his body threatening to crumble beneath him. Slowly he got dressed in his civvies, every ache and pain making itself known as he pulled on the clothing. Dressed, he took a step towards the door, only to have the ground rush up to meet him. The impact left him stunned and gasping for air, as his chest and side exploded in white hot pain. He didn't know how much time passed, while he lay prone on the floor hopelessly pulling in air, until the burning sensation subsided and he had enough strength to stand again. There was no way he could go after Jason alone in his condition, so his journey back to bed, where his phone sat, began.

Reaching his destination, it took a few minutes for Dick to focus on the small bright screen. He knew only one person who would be willing to help in this situation, the youngest Bat.

"Damian?" Dick spoke tiredly into the phone,

"Grayson?! You better have a fucking good reason to be calling at 2am." The newest Robin replied,

"Language! Anyway... I'm about to do something stupid, and could use your help not dying while I do it," There was a pause; Dick could practically hear Damians mind churning through the line, "Please Dami- For me?" Dick begged.

"Fine. In exchange, I want the blackmail you have on Drake from last years Christmas ball." Dick smirked at the memory,

"Deal." He said, making a mental note to send Timmy some blackmail on Damian afterwards.

"I'll be there in ten." Damian confirmed,

"Oh- come in civvies and this needs to stay between us babybird." Dick quickly added,

"Don't call m-" The youngest bat started,

"Love you too Dami!" Dick exclaimed before hanging up. He relaxed a little, knowing help was on the way, but was still overly concerned about Jason.

By the time Damian entered the apartment, Dick had made it to the kitchen and was holding onto the counter for balance.

"Holy sh-" Damian remarked, taking in his brothers appearance,

"Language!" Dick chided him,

"Grayson, I insist you tell me what the hells going on and what happened to you?!" The younger demanded.

"It doesn't matter, all you need to know is that Jason saved me."

"Todd? What does he have to do with this?"

"He's going through a... rough patch at the moment and we need to find him, before he does something stupid." Dick answered,

"Like you're about to? Whatever it is, you're too weak to go anywhere." Damian insisted.

"Dami please, I need to help him."

There was a large pause before Damian spoke, "Fine, but I'm driving. Where's your car?"

"I don't own one."

"Why not?" He asked bluntly,

"I have a motorcycle."

"You know if father finds out..."

"He won't." Dick said not reassuringly at all; Damian laughed.

"So how are we meant to find Todd? I don't suppose he told you where he was heading?" Damian asked, after helping Dick down to the garage of his building.

"No, but I put a tracker on him a few months back." Dick answered, inputting the GPS activation key to his on board computer.

"I won't bother asking." Damian said, putting on a helmet and passing the other to Dick. It hurt to lift his arms and the helmet felt like it was crushing his skull, but Dick ignored the pain and sat behind Damian on the bike.

"You sure about this?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine - just keep to the speed limit okay?"

"Sure." Damian agreed unconvincingly.

Twenty minutes later, a siren bleeped behind them, as a police car signalled for them to move over. Luckily they were going round a corner, giving them time to stop and switch seats, before the cops could see. Two men walked up next to the motorcycle and Dick internally groaned: he recognised them from the precinct.

"Hey Davidson, Phillips, how're you doing?" Dick said pulling his helmet off, plastering the biggest smile he could manage on his face.

"Grayson that you?" Davidson laughed,

"Who's the kid?"

"This is my brother, Damian."

"It's nice to meet friends of Dicks." Damian smiled, putting on the facade of a Wayne.

"Do you know why we pulled you over?" Phillips interrogated, Dick just shrugged.

"You were 22 miles over the speed limit."

"Oh really." Dick shot a look at his youngest brother, who just smirked in reply.

"Yeah, but don't worry about it, you're one of us and cops don't snitch." Davidson finished.

"Well thanks fellas, I'll see you around." Dick gritted out, as Phillips gave him a slap on the back, sending shooting pains across his body. In the darkness, it was hard to see his muscles trembling with strain, but Damian could feel the toll Dicks act was taking on his body.

"It was good meeting you gentlemen." Damian added, turning up the charm. The two men made their way back to the car and waited patiently for Dick to get going. Dick put the helmet back on and instantly his pounding headache got a hundred times worse, the tightness of it was almost suffocating. Turning around the next bend, Dicks vision swam, causing the bike to swerve across the road. Damian reflexes kicked in, immediately gripping to Dick tighter, accidentally putting pressure on the knife wound. Pain flared in his side, sending a rush of adrenaline through his system, giving him enough of a kickstart to focus back on the road. Dick forced himself to go a few blocks before pulling over: to make sure Davidson didn't catch up. As soon as the vehicle came to a stop, he jumped off; dropping to his knees and yanking the helmet off his head. While he was driving, his laboured breathing had gotten to the point of hyperventilating, he was certain that if he carried on, he would have passed out.

"This is crazy Grayson - even for you! You need medical care, not a midnight road trip." Damian exclaimed, worry seeping into his voice. Dick wiped away the sweat, trickling down his forehead, with a trembling hand and tried to calm down. Finally he could speak again,

"I'll be okay... just give me... a minute."

"You're even more stubborn than father." Damian huffed, dropping onto the bike. Dick unsteadily got up, sitting more carefully down behind him, leaving the helmet off. Sensing they were ready, Damian revved the engine, before speeding off towards the red blinking dot on the map.

"I'm coming Jay."

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