N/a: One more part to finish this three shot. Hope you enjoy!

Title: To Start Over

Author: Rea Treoni

Rating: T

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

WARNINGS: small language, mentions of blood, and tears.

Requested by: Robin0203 and KTapering

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

"This is getting ridiculous!" shouts Red Hood as he shoots yet another criminal on the knee, watching pleased as the dirty man fell to the floor in pain.

"Stay focused, Hood." Was Nightwing's short reply, concentrated on punching the criminals near him.

"This is just our luck, I tell you, having a jail break out in the middle of the week." Continue to complain the antihero, huffing annoyed when a lanky man hang on his arm in an attempt of immobilized him before punching him on the face.

"Look at it this way: at least we're closer to the weekend." Reasons Red Robin as he kicked one big fat man on the jaw, making him fall unconscious to the ground.

Red Hood scoffs "Why is that supposed to make me feel better?" he questions confused.

The teenager arches an eye brow at him "I never said it was going to make you feel better, I just stated a fact."

"You suck at comforting, Replacement."

"I take that as a compliment."

"Guys, can you focus, please? We have a bunch of petty criminals around and we need to contain them before they spread out all over the city." Interjects Nightwing, sending both men an annoyed glare.

Red Hood raised his hands in mock surrender while Red Robin just nodded serious.

"Where's Robin?" the eldest hero asks, eyes quickly scanning the battle field before dodging an attack.

"I last saw him chasing a couple of gangsters. I think he went west." Informs Red Robin, taking out his bo staf and swinging it with skill around before knocking out three criminals with it.

Nightwing bit his lip worriedly, Jason noticed and called him "Relax, Wing, he's a big boy, he can handle some dumb criminals." He reassures, but the blue hero didn't seem convinced.

"He shouldn't be out so soon, not after last week." He mumbles under his breath but both brothers were able to hear him.

"We couldn't keep him in the dark, Nightwing, and he needs the energy release," says Red Robin, dodging a punch "not to mention the anger release. Better on criminals and on us, right?"

"I guess." Murmurs the former Robin, still frowning in concern but focusing on finishing the job at the moment. He just hopes his baby brother didn't do anything stupid.

Robin did something stupid.

The ten years old Robin gritted his teeth hard as he suppressed a cry of pain that wanted to slip through his mouth. It had been a stupid foolish mistake, and he should feel ashamed of himself, but he can't gather the energy to do so.

It was the first time Dick finally allowed him to go back on the field after last week's event, when he found out his father had forgotten about him. As soon as they heard the news about the break out, Damian was already changing into his suit, glaring at Dick when he opened his mouth to argue, with a reluctant nod and a sigh, Dick allowed him to go with them, not wanting to waste time.

Things were going well; they managed to contain most of the criminals in one spot and started to knock them out one by one. From the corner of his eyes watched as some escaped. Not bothering to let his brothers know, he took off after them, quickly catching up on them.

He was holding himself against the gang fairly well; after all, he has faced worse criminals. It was until they started mention the lack of Batman that has been over the past few weeks, about how he had probably fired him and abandoned him, that something inside him snapped and let his anger out.

Anger is usually a blindfold that was Pennyworth always told him back in his early days as Robin and now more than never Damian realizes how true those words are because out of nowhere, he feels a hot white pain on his left side.

He had been sloppy and actually allowed for one of these petty thugs to stab him with a dagger. Snarling annoyed and angrily, Damian took of said dagger abruptly and tossed it aside, glaring deathly at the thug who backed away in fear. It took him a total of twenty minutes before he made pile of unconscious thugs in the middle of the alley.

Panting hard, the young vigilante rested his head on the wall, letting his body fall slowly to the ground, gripping his side carefully.

He could feel the blood spilling through his fingers, but he doesn't care, he just wants a break. He's exhausted both physically and emotionally. His brothers have walked on egg shells all around him for the past week and it was driving him inside. He wasn't a baby that needed to be coddled, but Dick seemed to think different.

He just wanted to stop feeling. He wanted the anger, the sadness, the pain, the loneliness to stop. He wanted his father back. He wanted his home back.

Robin let out a silent sob and shot his eyes close, trying to control himself. The ten years old took a deep breath and sighed, allowing himself a second of silent before standing up in wobbly legs. He did his best to cover up his injury with his costume and for good measure, the moved his cape just enough for it to cover his side, hiding the deep red wound behind it.

Letting known to the police where the thugs where located, he left, heading towards the last place he saw his brothers.

The battle was finally over, and the three vigilantes where talking with the police, making arrangements on how they were going to transport all the criminals back to jail.

Robin walked slowly towards them, ignoring the concerned look Nightwing shot him as soon as he catches his form.

"Robin," he knowledge carefully "Everything okay?"

Damian nods stiffly "The thugs have been taken care of. The police should be on the scene by now."

"That wasn't what I meant." Damian scowled at him.

"Everything's fine." He spats, looking away from their stares.

The three older brothers shared a look but shrugged at the end; they will talked it out back at home. It wasn't long before the heroes left the scene leaving the police to their job. As the swing around the buildings, Damian bit his lip, trying to ignore the sharp pain he felt everything he twisted his body in order to swing properly.

Damian knew he was losing blood fast. He knew because he was already feeling lightheaded and weak, but he couldn't give in now. He wasn't going to admit that Dick had been right about not letting him out because he was not ready to go back out again. He needed to be outside on the field. He needed the freedom and the knowing he was doing something right. Robin was the only thing he had left from his father, he wasn't going to let it go.

Then again, Damian knew his plan was over when he suddenly felt an arm grapping itself around his chest, clearly avoiding his injury and scoped him up, saving him from his death.

He didn't even knew he was falling, only now with Dick's arm around him, he heard the shouts and calling of his name. Damian blinked lazily and glanced at Dick as his brother stopped in the nearest rooftop, still holding Damian close to his chest.

"Damian." Dick breaths out and the young boy doesn't have the energy to remind him about secret identities. He could hear the loud thumps his brothers made behind them, followed by quick footsteps.

"What happened?" questions Red Robin, crouching beside Nightwing and him, eyeing Damian's body carefully.

"Demon Spawn did something stupid, that's what happened." Shouts Red Hood angrily, pacing a few feet away from them.

"Robin, why didn't you tell us you were hurt?" asks Nightwing in low voice, placing the small body of his baby brother on the ground and pushing his cape back, hand hovering over the injury.

With Tim's help, both brothers started treating the injury in silent, glad that the bleeding had stopped by now. Taking out some bandages, they dressed their brother's side carefully.

Robin scowls and looked away "Why does it matter?" he mutters darkly.

Dick's mouth hangs open, eyes wide and in shock and before he could speak, Jason beat him to it.

"It damn well matter, you little shit." Red Hood yells, taking off his hood and walking towards Damian, kneeling in front of him and grabbing him with force by his collar "You could have died. Again. You think we went through all that shit to get you back just for you to toss it away the second Daddy Bat doesn't remembers you?"

"Ja –"

"No! He needs to understand! What you did was stupid. Getting stabbed was stupid. Hiding it from us was enormously stupid. You're stupid if you think that we don't care about you. If you think that we won't be anything but broken if you die, again. I will not stand here and watch you waste your second chance on living just because B is fucked up." The grip on his collar lessen but the hold was still firm "Kid, we're all fucked up. That's why we need each other. That's why we are worry sick about you especially when you hide things like this from us. You need to understand this because I'm not planning on losing my baby bratty brother again. I can't go through that again." He whispers softly, almost in defeat, all anger disappeared from his voice, leaving a defeating and mourning tone. "Don't make me go through that again."

Damian's mouth hangs open but no sound made it out, speechless at his brother's ranting. It was a few seconds later that the words sink in and a loud sob echoed in the night and soon after tears feel from his eyes.

"I'm sorry." The young Robin whispers brokenly, letting himself be held close in Dick's chest and the former Robin rubbed small soothing circles in his back. Both Tim and Jason joined the hug, letting known their youngest they were there for him too.

It took a week, but at least the situation was getting clearer. They just needed to hang on and support each other.

They will get through this.

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