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Dick scrubbed himself clean as the water fell over his tense body. He was terrified. Of all the places he could have ended up, it had to be one of Bruce's houses. Even though he'd begged his once adoptive father to let him stay here, it might have been less dangerous to go back out and face the hunters. Although Tim had helped, but Dick knew it was only because the third son must have wanted company.

Who wouldn't?

Spending nearly fifty-some years alone with Bruce.

It made him feel guilty about leaving Tim behind all those years ago, but he had made a choice.

They all had, and Tim had stood by Bruce.

A knock at the door made Dick jump.

"Dick?" Tim's voice called from the door. "I found some clothes for you. Do you want me to leave them here?"

Swallowing, Dick rubbed his face before replying. "Just leave them right inside the door."

"Don't be silly, Dick," Tim said, walking into the bathroom before setting the clothes on the counter. "If I leave them there then they'll get wet."

"Whatever," Dick said, his voice cracking. "Just leave them."

"It's good to have you back, Dick," Tim said to the shower curtain. "We've missed you."

"I'm not staying, Tim," Dick said bitterly. "Now get out."

When the door closed, Dick let out the breath he was holding. Sighing, he rinsed himself off one more time before getting out and drying off. The clothes didn't fit. They were baggy and loose, mostly hanging off him.

That meant they belonged to Bruce.

Frowning, Dick grabbed a towel, drying off his hair before opening the bathroom door. He looked up and down the hallway before stepping out. He went downstairs to the living room. He knew he couldn't leave. The sun was out and he had no potions to drink that would stop the sun form burning him.

So Dick got on the couch and curled up before falling into a restless sleep.

When afternoon came (or to them, morning), Dick got up feeling sore and tired. He hadn't been able to sleep knowing who's house he was in. It was like sitting on a time bomb. He was nervous and worried about what Bruce would do to him. If he would keep him here or if...

Shaking his head, he headed into the kitchen. He saw Tim standing there finishing off a glass of blood. His younger brother swayed, obviously full. However, he poured himself a second glass and started to drink it. He got halfway done with it before he set if down, stumbling away towards the basement.

Dick licked his lips, staring at the blood. He was still hungry, but he was still a rather young vampire who needed food, and Bruce had the best kind of blood. Only the best. Walking over, he snatched up the glass, quickly draining what was left of it. Setting the glass back down, he licked his lips.

"There's more in the kettle."

Dick jumped and spun around, glaring at Bruce.

"Don't be like that, son." Bruce grinned at him. "After all, I'm only worried about your health. Look at you... it's like you haven't had a proper meal since you left."

"I ate just fine," Dick said, backing away toward the kitchen door. "Just give me a potion so I can leave."

Bruce just smiled at him like he was joking. "Why don't you eat some more? Tim and I will be going hunting later."

Tim hissed. "That hurts... Hurts!"

The younger vampire, the one that was latched onto his neck, growled, but loosened his bite a bit before continuing to suck the blood from Tim. It was a terrible habit he had, one that Tim hated, and if the younger vampire hadn't been badly injured, Tim wouldn't have been helping him heal.

Awhile ago, about a year, the young vampire had been hit by sunlight and nearly died. Bruce had asked Tim to feed him. If it weren't for the fact that being hit by sunlight caused human blood to taste like dirt, Tim would have let his brother starve. Instead he had no choice but to let the brat feed off him until he was healed.

"All right, piggy, that's enough," Tim grunted, trying to nudge the thirteen-year-old off. "Come on, I need to meet up with Bruce and go hunting."

The younger vampire pulled off his neck. "At least find something worthy of being my meal."

"You do know that if Bruce hadn't asked me to feed you, I would just let you die, right?"

"Tt."

Tim stood up, feeling a bit dizzy. "You took too much blood, Damian. You're going to get fat."

"It's muscle!" Damian yelled.

"Sure." Tim went upstairs. "Try to heal up faster. I'm tired of being your meal."

Dick watched as Bruce led a nice looking couple into the living room. Tim was easily leading their teenagers up to his room. Bruce gave Dick a look he knew well, so he followed Tim up the stairs. The two had only been gone an hour, but right away had found some wonderful smelling food. Dick had stayed at the house, or rather, had been knocked out due to a nerve strike.

Walking into Tim's room, he found that his younger brother already had the two teenagers hypnotized. He was setting up the blood bags and needles. He smiled at Dick as he handed him some.

"Here." Tim smiled. "You take the girl and I'll take the boy. We'll have the bags filled up in no time."

"Yeah..." Dick looked around the room for a second before he looked back to watch Tim work. "Hey, Tim?"

"Yeah?" Tim was checking over the teenager's arm for a good vein.

"Can you make me a potion so I can leave?"

"But..." Tim frowned up at him. "You just got here."

"Yeah, well," Dick chuckled a bit. "I have to get back to work and all."

"You can work from here," Tim said simply before sighing. "But if you want to go, I can make you a potion."

"Thanks, Tim."

"No problem," Tim said, as he stuck the needle into the teen. "Now, let's get to work."

After a few hours they had plenty of bags of blood. Bruce took the bodies away somewhere. Dick was idly sucking on one of the blood bags happily as the rich, high-class blood settled into his stomach. As he did, he noticed again that Tim was eating way too much. Vampires didn't over eat often, but Tim was eating like he was going to starve to death at any second. He was already on his third blood bag.

After that, Tim lazily and somewhat sluggishly headed off to the basement. Dick's curiosity got to him after ten minutes and he stood up, heading towards the basement to see what Tim was up to. As he walked down the stairs quietly, so as not to get caught, he could hear Tim's mumbled complaints. When he rounded the corner, Dick dropped his blood bag in shock and screamed.

"Damian?!"

Damian looked up at Dick from where he was latched onto Tim's neck, glaring at him. Slowly he pulled his teeth out of his older brother so the third child could look back. Tim smiled at him, saying hello.

"Oh my god!" Dick screamed before hurrying over. "Damian... you're alive?!"

"Actually, he was half dead when we found him," Tim said offhandedly, waving his hand as he did so before leaning against the wall. "A year ago Damian decided he could take on a very skilled hunter and got burned by the sun, and now he's stuck down her until he's healed."

"Shut up, Drake," Damian growled, before walking over to Drake and latching back on.

"Ouch, that hurts," Tim deadpanned, having become used to Damian's harsh eating habits. "You know Damian, now that Dick's here, you can feed off of him."

Dick stood there sputtering like a fish. "B-b-but-"

Suddenly angry screaming could be heard upstairs. All three of them looked up. Dick tensed, recognizing the voice. Damian pulled off of Tim, licking the wounds shut before jumping at Dick, pinning him down.

"I think I will feed off of Grayson for awhile."

"I'll go help Bruce," Tim said, fixing his shirt. "I can't believe we're all back together again!"

"Hmph," Damian replied.

"Wait!" Dick said, as he watched Tim run up the stairs. "Please tell me that's not who I think it is!"

Tim just smiled as he started to close the door to the basement. "It's Jason, of course."

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