Once the door was closed, Damian jumped off Grayson.
"How did they catch you?"
Getting up, Dick grabbed his brother into a tight hug. "I thought you were dead."
"I almost was dead." Damian pushed him off before sitting down on the stairs. "After I was nearly killed, I was found before sunrise by Drake. He informed father. I was trapped with them for nineteen years until I saw a chance to escape a year ago, however, I had a run in with the sun... I cannot leave this accursed basement for another week."
Dick just stared at him. "I can't believe you're alive."
"Tt." Damian crossed his arms, glaring. "I am not so easily killed!"
Jumping up, Dick hugged his little brother again. "Once you're better, we'll get out of here again and this time Bruce won't find us."
Trying to get out of the hug, Damian looked at him. "How did he catch you?"
"I... I, uh, ran into the house."
Damian shoved him, causing the elder to fall.
"You willingly walked into this house?!" Damian growled, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. "I cannot believe you actually just walked right into this house! Did you not see that damn nameplate?! It says Wayne on it!"
Dick hopped up easily enough before attempting to hug the younger vampire again, but the other hissed angrily at him, baring his fangs. After sneaking in once, Dick couldn't help but grin happily, having found out that his youngest brother was alive.
Damian was still muttering darkly before he sat down again, glaring at him. "You better get comfortable, Grayson. We'll be here a long time."
"Don't worry, Dami," Dick said, going over to sit next to him, bumping shoulders. "We'll get Jay and get out of here soon."
Damian's mood just darkened.
Tim ran down the hall, heading to the living room where he found Jason slumped against Bruce. It was clear that Bruce had had to knock the other out.
"Tim, go set up a bedroom for Jason."
Tim paused, taking in the situation before he placed a hand on Bruce's shoulder. "He'll be angry when he wakes up and he'll run off. Maybe you can give him something to calm him down?"
Bruce thought about it as he picked up Jason from the floor. "Get a tranquilizer."
Smiling, Tim nodded and rushed to pull the plastic covers off the bed before pulling the sheets down so Bruce could lay Jason there. Turning around, the younger vampire headed out to the locked and secured room where they kept blood and other such things.
Pulling out the syringe, he looked at the dosage to make sure that it was just enough, then grabbed a bottle of pills before heading back up the stairs. Slipping the bottle of pills into his pocket, Tim walked in, watching as Bruce finished setting Jason's shoes on the floor; his brother lay under the covers.
"Is this the right one?" Tim asked, handing it to Bruce.
Bruce took it, reading the label before nodding. "Yes, Tim. Why don't you go and give your other brothers something to eat?"
"All right," Tim said, but didn't move until he was sure that Bruce had used the tranquilizer, only then turning to leave.
Taking the pills from their hiding place, Tim headed back to the kitchen to grab four bags of blood. He grimaced of the thought of forcing three of them down. He really didn't like doing this for Damian, but the younger boy was family, so he had no choice.
Waving his hand, the three bags warmed. Picking up the first one, he paused. Dick could feed Damian now, since he was back. Anyway, Dick actually loved the youngest brother of the Wayne family. Tim didn't like the little demon. Mainly because when they'd met they hadn't gotten along. Well, that was an understatement.
Damian had attacked him with the intention of killing him.
Scooping up three of the blood bags, he headed down to the basement, listening to Damian rant angrily about Dick just walking into the house. Why, of course Dick had walked into the house. Why shouldn't he, Tim thought. After all, they were family and families lived together, so Dick had every right to walk into the house.
Of course, this wasn't really home.
Home was back in Gotham.
Their home called Wayne Manor.
The only reason they'd been stuck here for the past year was because they had been tracking down the strays of their family when Damian had nearly escaped. He'd been caught and the sun had burned him. No. No, not escaped. No, that was silly. It had been an accident, of course. Tim knew it was, because he had planned it so well.
If Bruce hadn't managed to save him, they would be back at the Manor. However, that hardly mattered, since they would soon be back in Gotham in the next week or so when Damian was finally healed all the way. The only thing that bothered him was that they had to keep the youngest alive.
Walking in, he ignored Damian's growling and handed the bags of blood to Dick. "Here you go! Drink up and make sure Damian eats. I have to go upstairs and help Bruce with a few things."
Taking them, Dick stood up. "Wait, Tim… How are you?"
"I'm good." Tim smiled at him.
Dick shook his head. "No, I meant really… How are you?"
"Do not bother talking to Drake!" Damian snarled. "That imbecile goes along with it like a dog begging for attention!"
"Damian!"
"It's fine, Dick." Tim smiled again. "He's always like that, remember? All right, I'll see you guys tomorrow. Good night!"
Leaving, Tim wandered back upstairs to make a cup of coffee. Once it was piping hot, he took out the bottle of pain killers. They were pretty strong, so he only took two of them, smashing them into dust before putting it into the drink. Stirring it up really well, Tim took a small tray and put the coffee on it before heading up the stairs.
When he made it to the study, he smiled to see Bruce leering out the window. Walking over to him, he tapped him with his elbow. Bruce looked down at him with a glare. Smiling, Tim held up the coffee.
"It's going to be a long night," Tim said. "I thought you would like a drink."
The glare faded and Bruce nodded before taking the drink, blowing on it for a second before taking a sip. Slowly he drank from it until it was cool enough and he was able to just drink the last of it down. Tim was pressed up against his father's side, waiting.
When the large vampire began to sway, Tim smiled again. "I'll help you to your room."
They barely made it. Tim waved his hands at the curtains, making them shut. Bruce was struggling to stay awake. Walking over, Tim widened his eyes a bit, looking straight into Bruce's eyes until the man had fallen asleep. Well, he was out cold from the drugs, but it was necessary.
Waving his hands again, Tim made sure that his father was comfortable before leaving the room.
Going down the stairs, he made another drink. One of Dick's favorites. He only added one pain killer into that drink. Mixing it up good, he wondered if he should have cut that one in half since Dick wasn't used to getting drugged like Bruce. No. Not drugged. Just… helped getting to sleep. Yes, that was the word Tim wanted.
"Dick?" Tim called down. "Can you come up here, please?"
A minute later Dick appeared, rubbing his healing neck. "Damn, Damian can bite."
"I know." Tim frowned before grinning up at him. "Here, I made you a drank."
"Thanks." Dick took his fruit punch and started to down it until it was gone. "I was really thirsty. Well, you know, thirsty for something other than blood."
"Mm-hm." Tim smiled and took the glass back. "Do you want me to show you your room?"
Dick's smile vanished, replaced with a frown, which was met with Tim's own frown. "Tim… We're not staying. None of us are… and neither are you. This time were going to take you with us."
Tim's eyes widened as he took a step back. "This is home."
"It's prison."
Tim sighed before he looked up at Dick. "Jason's upstairs. Second door on the left hand side of the hall."
Dick nodded and hurried up stairs. Tim watched him go before turning to the door that led to the basement. Damian stood there on the top step glaring at him. Walking over, Tim smiled before closing the door on the growling vampire.
There was a thud upstairs signaling that Dick had succumbed to the drug. Setting the tray down, Tim's small smirk would go unseen as he left to go set the house in order.
No one left the family.
No one.
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