N/a: I'm so ashamed right now, I stg, and I'm so sorry for leaving you guys hanging but the writer block is big and, like always, overwhelming, BUT I shall not let it stop me no more! I'm writing again and I'm starting with the requests. I'm trying to fulfill each and one of them, so be patient, the fact that they will be out someday is a guarantee!

Btw, I'm not keeping up with the ark of Bruce and the amnesia thingy, but I did research and asked around, so I hope that's enough! So, take it, take it away because I don't know how to feel about it!

Title: To Start Over

Author: Rea Treoni

Rating: T

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

WARNINGS: uh, tears?

Requested by: KTapering

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

Damian let himself fall in the couch, sighing content when his back crashed with the soft cushions. Granted, Dick's furniture has never been comfortable or even pretty for that matter, but after not being able to be against the fabric of cotton and fluffy cushions for months, anything was alright, even Dick's fugly couch.

He could hear the voices of his brothers, arguing between themselves in the kitchen. Damian had no interest in their petty discussion, all he wanted was to sleep and be left alone for a few hours, blocking out the mess of the little kids outside pretending to be Robin, or even his Father, on who he hasn't even made contact yet.

The ten year old suppressed a grunt, knowing well enough that he needed to report himself to his Father as soon as possible before Batman himself came to pick him up, but the young Wayne needed a break, and he was more than sure that at least one of his brothers had already informed their dad that the baby of the house was home.

At least Damian hopes so, because, really, his brothers can't be that dense, right?

Damian grunted this time against a cushion, because yes, they can be that dense.

Reluctantly, Damian sat up, rubbing his eyes with his hands, trying to remove the exhaustion from his eyes and stood up, making his way towards the kitchen.

His brothers were so focused on their discussion that they didn't even notice their little brother entering the kitchen.

"I'm telling you, Dick, the more we hide it, the worse it will get." Pressed Tim, leaning forward, both hands pressed against the table in within the three of them.

Damian frowns and back up, taking cover behind the wall and waited a few seconds. Maybe he should have paid more attention to their conversation.

Dick sighs and rubbed the bridge of his nose "He just got back, he has already too much to process, we can't drop this bomb on him out of nowhere." He reasons tiredly, glancing worried at his brothers.

"I understand your point, Dickie bird." Spoke Jason, giving his older brother a nod "But you can0t deny that it is a necessity that he knows, we have no choice, we have keep it in silence long enough."

Damian hears Dick sigh again before he spoke up "You're right, we should tell him." He agrees with a somber tone in his voice "Can one of you get him?"

"No need." Speaks Damian, stepping into the kitchen and arching an eyebrow at the surprise and worry look his brother shared between them "I'm already here. Now I demand you to tell me what is going on."

The four siblings stood there in silence, the oldest sharing a glance with the Tim and Jason, who nodded at him before turning back to Damian.

"Damian, take a seat, we need to talk."

The ten years old frowned suspicious but he was too tired to argue. He took a seat on the table, having Dick at his right, Tim on his left and Jason leaning against the fridge behind Tim. After a few seconds Damian scowls at his brother.

"'tt' Grayson, I have no time for this. I need to call Father and –"

"That's what we need to talk about, Damian."

The youngest Wayne threw a look at his brother, confused and something in his stomach dropped. "What about him?" he asks slowly.

He knew about the fight his Father had with the Joker. He wasn't stupid; he keeps tabs on his family no matter how long he was away. He was aware of the fire Todd made four weeks ago because he tried to make home-made pizza. He knew about Drake's visits to the titans on weekends and about his sprained ankle he got on his last mission. He knew about Grayson's missions and his adventures.

So, yeah, he knew about his Father's supposed 'death' but it hasn't been official. He heard rumors about it, of course he did. Even Maya mentioned it somewhere during their time together, but that didn't make it official. Not even a grave and a body made it official, all of their batfamily should know that by now.

Which is why it got worried some when three of his siblings sat in front of him, a sad pitiful look on their faces, as if he was a lost child in the woods with no one to take care of him.

"A few weeks ago, Bruce confronted the Joker, all alone." Starts Dick softly, his eyes never leaving Damian's "Something happened after the battle, Bruce was exhausted and bleeding, the ceiling on the cave was quickly breaking and almost collapsing on top of him, there was no time left to get out and –"

"That doesn't mean he's dead." Cuts off Damian abruptly, sitting straight and flashing an angry glare to his brother "Maybe he's missing, like last time. Maybe he did got out just in time and –"

He was rambling, he knew, but there were endless possibilities for his Father to successfully get out of that situation alive.

"Damian –"tries Dick, but the current Robin isn't having it.

Shaking his head frantically, he continues "He's alive, Grayson! None of that states that he's dead! He's alive, he has to be a –"

"He is, kid."

Damian's head snaps towards Jason, and his shoulders relaxed a little at his words. Frowning in confusion, he glances at Dick. "Then what…"he trails off, sinking in his seat, the relief of knowing his Father was alive leaving him with his original exhaustion.

"Bruce survived." Dick confirms strongly, giving Damian a nod but the young Robin could still make out the worry in his brother's eyes "But there was collateral damage."

Before Damian could open his mouth, Tim speaks up "Bruce hit his head hard when the ceiling collapsed." He says softly, taking a breath before continuing "Julia was able to get him out alive, she and Alfred made sure he healed but when Bruce woke up…" he paused looks a Dick, who nods understanding.

"Bruce lost his memories."

Damian froze.

"Okay." He breaths, nodding. The older siblings frowned at him, confusion all over their face.

"Okay?" repeats Jason, almost incredulously.

Damian nods again, eyes staring at the table. "Yeah, okay. It's not that big of a deal." He murmurs under his breath, as if talking to himself before looking up. "We just need to go to him and explain the situation, he's Batman, he should believe u –"

"Damian." Cut off Dick with force and Damian shut up mouth, a surprise look on his face. "He doesn't know he's – " Dick made a pause to correct himself " –was Batman. He doesn't know Robin. He doesn't know he has children. He doesn't know we exist. He doesn't –"

"He doesn't know me." Completes Damian softly, realization hitting him in the face as he slump his shoulders and stared at the wall on the end of the kitchen, emotionlessly.

The three brothers shared a look before Jason took a step forward. "Kid." He calls but was interrupted as Damian stood up abruptly, kicking the chair back and running away towards the door, leaving his shocked brothers behind.

Damian didn't hesitate as he opened the door of Dick's apartment and ran, ignoring the calls of his name coming from his brothers.

That couldn't be true. Life isn't that unfair. His Father couldn't forget him, he was his son. He couldn't forget about him being Batman that was who he was, it was part of him. He was angry. Angry that his brothers didn't even tried to fix it, didn't even tried to make it right again.

Damian has hope. He has hope that once his Fathers looks at him, he will remember. He was his son. They had just established their relationship, they had just started to accept and care for each other.

Damian had just received the love of his Father, he couldn't lose that.

A mere look. Just a simple look at him and all of his memories will come back to him. He was sure of it. He couldn0t forget him, not after all they had been through.

The ten years old didn't realized how long he has been running until he was face to face to the Wayne Manor. Trotting over the main entrance, he went to grasp the door handle but the door opened itself before he was able to.

No much after, Damian blue eyes started at a familiar but yet so foreing blue eyes, so much like his own. Bruce Wayne stood there, in all of his glory he gets in a tuxedo, fussing over his tie before sparing a glance to the small boy outside his house.

He arches an eye brow at him and smiles uncertainly. Damian's heart skips a beat.

"Hello." He says, waving his hand a little, and frowns almost panicked when the kid appeared to stop breathing. "Are you okay?" he asks, taking a step towards him, but the kid took a step back, his blue bright eyes widen in what looked like horror.

Bruce tried again, this time concern. "Kid, are you lost? Is someone chasing you? Do you need help? What's your name?" he asks, looking around the patio, as if for answers before focusing once again in the young boy in front of him "Where are your parents? What's your name?"

Damian's battle was lost as soon as he heard the last two questions. Tears already gathering in his eyes, he turned back and ran. Ran without looking back, ran away from his father, from his home, from the life he thought he could finally be happy with.

It wasn't long before he stumbled with someone, making him fall, but he didn't care. He didn't care about the tears running down his cheeks, nor about how he couldn't breathe, or about how familiar voices surrounded him telling him, pleading him to calm down and breath.

All of what he as work on. All these years, gone to waste. He won't be able to hear his Father's voice directly at him, telling him how proud he was after patrol, or be tucked in bed at holy hours in the morning, or having a quiet breakfast and long weekends working down in the cave, sharing theories about cases and fixing their gadgets.

He suddenly recognizes Dick's voice above him, he finally knowledge the pair of arms he was wrapped into, he recognized the chest and the familiar hand soothing actions on his back, helping him to calm down.

"Breath, Dami." He hears Dick whispering in his ear, his actions never stopping. "Come on, breath with me, Lil'D." he pleads.

Damian let out a gasp, trying to take a breath but he couldn't stop the sobs. "Grayson, h-he doesn't –" he whispers brokenly, leaning against his brother, looking for comfort.

"I know." Dick murmurs softly.

Damian hiccupped as he looked up from his brother's chest and looked around. He didn't even realize he ran back to his brother's apartment. They must have been on their way to look for him when he stumbled against them.

After a few seconds, Dick decided to get inside the apartment, Jason and Tim on his toe. As his older brother picked him up and sat beside him in the couch, still holding him close, Jason and Tim appeared in the corner of his blurry vision, with Jason holding a water bottle and handling it to him, while Tim extended a tissue.

The actions only brought new tears to Damian's eyes. He hide his face into Dick's chest as sobs came nonstop, taking comfort on Dick's rocking them both back and forth all while stroking his hair.

"Am I alone, now?" whispers Damian, feeling lost and hopeless. Dick stopped for a second before tightening his hold around his little brother.

"Never, Lil'D."

Hope you liked it!