N/A: Hello! Thank you all the support, I'm glad you are enjoying the series. Please leave your review and if you have any request, don't be afraid to let me know. Btw, the headcannon is from incogneat-oh, you can check her/him out in tumblr.

Title: You May

Author: Rea Treoni

Rating: K+

Characters: Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne.

WARNINGS: Ah...none I believe.

Headcannon: When Damian is especially sick, injured, or tired, he will turn to Bruce or Dick (whoever is most convenient), and say regally, "You may carry me." (By incogneat-oh)

Disclaimer: I don't own any Batman related character. They are DC Comics's.

It has been a quiet night, weirdly enough. Maybe the criminalswere just as tired as he was, thought the ten years old Robin as he leaned back on the roof's wall, backing away from the edge. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked around, searching for any sing of his Father so they could head back home.

Fifteen minutes had passed when Damian realized that his head kept on bouncing against his chest, the young Robin shook himself off, trying to stay awake. He wasn't dumb enough to sleep during patrol, even if patrol was technically over. He wasn't stupid nor was he Drake. The next thing he knows he's shook awake by his Father, who is kneeling in front of him with a faint smile.

"Time to go home, son" he informs softly, and Damian nods, suppressing the urge to rub his eyes because of the domino mask.

After a few seconds in silence, Damian decides he is too tired. Raising his arms up towards his Father, with a quiet yet firm voice "You may carry me" he declares, like the little prince he is. The Batman let out a low chuckle while shaking his head in amusement before complying, lifting his youngest and holding him tight against him.

"As if I wouldn't do it anyways" murmurs Bruce, shifting a little so Damian would be in a comfortable position and headed back home with an already asleep Damian in his arms.

"Damian Wayne, I told you not to practice with the Sai without supervision" reprimands Dick, dressed in his training clothes, as he stepped into the training grounds of the Batcave.

"I'm not child, Grayson!" exclaimed back the bruised ten years old, still holding the ninja weapon in his hand, in the middle of the room.

The eldest sighed exasperated and walked up to his brother "Dami –"he cut himself off when his eyes went to the bloody patch of blood that was forming by his brother's feet. Lifting his gaze, Dick's eyes met Damian's and he could easily see the suppressed pain the kid was hiding.

Now that Dick though about it, Damian was not facing him directly, he was standing by his right side, hiding the rest of his body. Dick's pace became faster, closing in the current Robin.

"Damian, what happened?" He demands concerned, as he reached for his brother's bleeding arm. It was a long gash and by the looks of it deep, it must have been recent. He quickly took the small towel he had brought with him, trying to stop the flow of blood coming from the wound.

Damian tried to pull his arm away but Dick held him tight enough so he wouldn't aggravate the cut more "I was dumb and cut myself by accident, it doesn't take a genius, Grayson" was the dry reply, Dick frowned with concern, mixed with a little annoyance.

"Damian, this is why we have the rule –"

"I'm not incompetence, Grayson, I know how to handle weapons" snapped the injured Robin "I was trained since birth, remember?"

"Unfortunately, yes" the former Robin whispered to himself, eyes scanning carefully the wound before looking back at his little brother with a stern glare "That doesn't mean you are invincible, Damian. Even someone as skilled as you have to practice repeatedly until you can be able to master it"

Damian looked away, shifting slight under his former mentor glare "I thought I could handle it" he murmured ashamed. In front of him, Dick face softens.

"No one masters something on their first tries, Lil'D" he comforts, placing his free hand over his little brother shoulder "Even Bruce had trouble back in his early days" he informs and then chuckles weakly "Actually, when I was his Robin, B was still getting the hang of certain things"

Damian's eyes looked up to him, curious "Father, really?" he asks in disbelief, his older brother nods reassuring.

"Why do you think he doesn't like that much Green Arrow or arrows at all?" Damian let out a small 'huh' making Dick chuckle once more.

"Grayson" called out Damian after a second, his voice low.

"Hm?"

"I don't feel well" the ten years old declares quietly, slumping against his brother's body. Dick easily caught him and cradles him carefully, minding the wound on his brother's forearm.

"Of course you don't, you silly bird" murmurs Dick, half joking and half worried, standing up with his brother in his arms "Let's get this clean off, before you bleed to death"

Damian clicked his tongue "You may carry me"

Dick rolled his eyes good heartedly "Already am, kiddo"

"You are full of empty promises, Dick" complains Jason as he entered the Manor, a deep scowl on his face.

Dick sent him an apology grin "I'm sorry, Jay, we just really need someone to stay with Damian while Bruce and I go to the League meeting"

"Why not call Replacement?" he exclaims frustrated, Dick shushed him quietly.

"Because Tim is with the Titans this week" he explains in quietly "and keep your voice down, Damian is on the lodge with Bruce"

The younger man ignores him "What about Alfred?" he inquires with hope.

"He went to the supermarket and pharmacy to get some medicines for Damian" Dick answers, shrugging "He won't be back until a few hours"

Jason groaned loudly and Dick shushed him once again.

"Fine, I will watch over the sick Batbaby" he says reluctantly "But you better give me that promised pizza, Dickhead"

Dick grinned at him grateful and nods his head before walking over to the lodge, where they usually do their Movies Marathon, and opened the door. Inside was Bruce, sitting on the couch in front the Tv, with a sick sleeping Damian on his side. As soon as Bruce heard the door open que turned his head and watches as his eldest son enter the room with his second oldest not far behind him.

The Batman smiles faintly before shifting in his seat, trying to stand up without moving Damian around. After he successfully stood up without waking up his youngest, he head over the door, but not before passing a comforting hand over his son's greasy black hair.

"Thank you, Jay" he whispers softly, dropping a firm hand on his son's shoulder.

Jason nods "I'm just here for the pizza" he tries to reassure, Bruce shook him a little.

"You get two pizzas, son" Jason almost let out a laugh at that but he covered it up with a cough "Let's get going, Dick" he says to his eldest, who nods and followed his former mentor out.

"Thanks again, Jaybird" he says once again on his way out, Jason waved him off casually.

"Just go already"

After both grown men left, closing the door behind them, Jason turn around and looked at the small figure on the couch. Damian doesn't get sick that often, being exposed to any kind of situation since birth, but there are times that sickness hit him and hard. This is one of those times. The ten years old was curled up like a cat, his usual caramel skin turned into a pale gray color, his face was scrunched in discomfort and small droplets of sweat were forming on the kid's head.

Jason felt pity for the kid, because it's never fun to be sick and he was probably an asshole to even say this but he felt a little relived, because this way the little terror is sleep and he probably won't even have energy to fight, so Jason's okay with that.

He sat on the couch, just near where Damian's head was resting, and took the control remote, surfing through the channel. Jason still can't believe that even when Bruce is a billionaire, he still doesn't have a better cable station, it's ridiculous.

It was around his fifth round with the channel's menu that Damian started to move. Jason froze immediately and watched carefully the kid's movement. Damian lifted a little his head, looking around him confused, before flopping it against Jason's thigh, too exhausted from his effort and let out a pitiful groan that could be easily mistaken by a whimper.

That's the moment Jason felt bad "Want me to take you to your room, kid?" he asks softly, leaning on Damian's ear so he could heard him easily.

Damian nods his head weakly against his thigh.

"You may carry me" spoke the weak soft voice of the ten years old, as he snuggled closer to Jason.

Now, this was Jason's first time that Damian allowed him to carry him, or to touch him for that matter, so he was a little unsure on how to proceed.

"Oh, may I princeling? May I really carry his lil-shit-highness?"

Nailed it.

Even as he answered, Jason carefully and gently took his little brother body in his arms and stood up, walking over the door in a slow and rhythmic pace, trying to sooth the kid at the same time.

As Jason made his way upstairs, he realized that it wasn't so bad to watch over the kid. It was fair, because the kid was lonely and sick and he needed someone to care for him so he wouldn't fall over and –

A sneeze cut off his thought and Jason watches in disgust and disbelief as Damian wipe his nose against his shirt, leaving all traces of snot behind.

'Three pizzas, Dick' he thinks to himself annoyed 'and definitely a new shirt'.

I just wanted to remark that this headcannon is not mine, and Jason's sentence "Oh, may I princeling? May I really carry his li-shit-highness?" is from also from incogneat-oh, it was way too good to not put it in there.

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