~The story begins with Dick,Damian, Alfred and Tim heading to a restaurant to discuss their plan and on the way they are eerily quiet...They are also wearing street clothes.
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Ch.6 - Back in the Saddle

It's truly amazing the things you can get with the mere mentioning of a the simple act of acknowledging someone's lineage can give them just about anything their heart desired... And Dick knew this better than anyone,seeing how he shared the name with the most powerful man in recent history...Which some would describe as a blessing as well as a hindrance.

Dick reaches the restaurant and already, as if on queue,the youngest member of the Wayne sect feels the need to voice his grievances.

"GRAYSON?!...WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!"

"Thinking?...Hmmm...I'm thinking a table."

Damian looks at his brother obviously confused by his nonsensical answer.

"A table...Preferably four chairs and food...Right Red?" Tim sees the heightened level of aggravation on Damian's face and decides to chime in purely in spite of the youngest Robin...Because he loves to see him squirm.

"Y'know Damian...FOOD! You can do cool things like eat it and gain nutrients that use can convert to useful energy throughout the day. You can use this newfound energy to battle the forces of tyranny and put those nefarious ne'er do wells in jail." (Damian sarcastically cuts him off-)

"And shoot people." Suddenly everyone becomes eerily quiet...Most noticeably Dick responds.

"That's...That's a low blow little D."

" Grayson, don't play dumb with me...I know you, you're good at."Dick then looks at him rather quizzically.

"Whatever could you mean, Damian Wayne?"

"You know exactly what I mean. Doesn't it look suspicious for the most prestigious family in Gotham to be eating at a Burger Joint?!"

Before Damian could finish his rant he gets cut off by Tim.

" Live Longer Damian, do you really think that we're going to eat here. There's a hidden downstairs war room...Uhhh downstairs."This statement illicits a back and forth between the two.

"...A basement..."

"Come again?"

"What you are describing, is a basement."

" mAybe you didn't hear me Damian ... . .

"I think they call that a basement on this planet."

"Oh, are you a comedian now Louis C.K.?"Alfred now breaks up the conversation.

"This is oh so riveting, and I would hate to break up such a beautiful moment but I need to speak with you Master Dick...Alone."

"...Young master, it seems as though you are handling this turmoil rather well...How is that possible?"

"...My father was poisoned, my baby brother supposedly died in an explosion, my youngest brother ran from home and the man my other brother killed in cold blood might be alive and is planning to kill my entire family and I only have one solace in all of this...My tiny little bed of roses."

"And what is that Master Dick?"

"...At the very least I can be with my family again...And maybe-"

he clenches his fist and stares up into the sky like he did on chapter one of the Definition of Family.

"Just...Just maybe I'll stop feeling this fucking rain!."He inhales deeply and closes his eyes and starts to cry maniacally, but he never opens his eyes or attempts to face Alfred.

"-It's not...It's not even raining,but I can always feel it...Every he never felt the rain, did he Alfred?"

Alfred paused for a moment to take in the broken man's question.

"I believe...He could feel the rain, but the promise of sun for you all made the rain easier to bare."

"But may I ask you a question, Dick?"

"Shoot."

" When it comes down for you to meet him...Will you be ready?"

"Dick, will you be able to do the thing you sworn to never do...All you really ready to cross that line when the time comes?