Damian sat in the kitchen of Wayne manor alone. It didn't feel write. It was lunch time and he was the only person there. Alfred should have been making him lunch. But he wasn't. He wouldn't ever again. It hurt, more than Damian was expecting it to. When had Alfred become so important to him? When had he become more than just 'the help'? It was a stupid question really. Damian should have known. He just didn't want to let anyone else know. He regretted it now. He wished he'd told Alfred that he cared. But Alfred probable knew that already. He was the only person Damian knew who was smarter than his father.

"Damian?" he didn't turn when his father called. He must have just arrived back from the funeral.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Father."

"Are you hungry?"

"No." he still didn't move as he heard his father leave.

"He needs to eat Bruce." The voice belonged to Dick, he could tell even through the closed door.

"He hasn't eaten for six days now." Tim was there to, he sounded worried.

"What do you want me to do? Force feed Leslie's food down his throat?"

"Try telling him no patrol without eating." Jason too? Why did they worry so much? He just wasn't hungry.

Dinner came around and Damian simply poked at the food in front of him. Slowly he forced the mouthfuls down. Leslie's cooking was nowhere near Alfred's. He knew even though his father hadn't said anything he wouldn't let him patrol without dinner, but he still wasn't hungry. He plate was now empty and he left the dining room in order to avoid people contact before patrol. upon entering his room the first place he went was his bathroom. He then emptied his stomach into the white porcelain toilet. He really wasn't hungry.

"Robin are you okay?" Batman blurred in and out of his focuses. Half-way through swinging between buildings Damian had been hit be a dizzy spell and lost grip on his grapple. If Batman hadn't been behind him he wouldn't have survived.

"I'm… fine." Batman didn't believe him. His suspicion that something was seriously wrong was only reinforced when Damian allowed him to carry him to the Batmobile without even a "-tt-".

"Leslie I need you at the Batcave."

"His blood presses is way too low and by the look of him I'd say he hasn't eaten in a while."

"I watched him eat dinner. It was the first time he's eaten since…" he didn't finish his sentence.

"And you still let his go out?"

"I only planed on a short night. I thought if he ate and I still said no he would go back to not eating again." Damian watched and listened from the med bay.

"I throw up." He stated simply.

"Pardon?" Leslie's question heading back towards him. Bruce let a worried, if not scared, expression cross his face.

"After dinner I throw up. I tried to eat but I wasn't hungry and it made me fell sick." After a quick look from Leslie Bruce had Dick take Damian up-stairs to bed.

"Damian you need to eat." Dick spoke quietly as he tucked his little brother under the covers.

"I'm not hungry." Damian rolled over. It hit dick at that moment what was wrong. Damian hadn't dealt with Alfred's death. He and the others had cried and gone to the funeral but not Damian. He let the pain build and this was the result.

"You can't keep doing this Dami. You have to let go." Dick started going over stories of the many different times Alfred had played a part in their lives. After a while he heard a sniffling sound. Damian was crying.

"Come here." Damian didn't protest as Dick gathered him in his arms. That was where the boy cried himself to sleep.

Dick was woken the next morning by movement in his arms.

"Hey, morning." He smiled weakly down at his little bundle.

"Grayson…"

"Yes?"

"I'm hungry."

I killed Alfred! I'm so sorry. i realised i hadn't killed anyone in a while and that other than in 'letters from Damian' there wasn't much Alfred in any of my stories. I'll have to write and Alfred story with his alive.

Love,

AtarinaMAK