Once Dick was in full costume, he went out on his bike towards the museum staying away from any signs of trouble. At the same time he was hoping to run into his brother so he wouldn't be all alone in the middle of the night, in Gotham.

"Hang on Batman I'm coming." He said pressing on the gas harder. About half an hour later he finally arrived at the museum. Quickly parking the bike, he was about to go through the door when he realized that it was more than likely locked for the night. "Okay now what?" He asked himself. That's when he saw an air vent hidden behind some bushes. "Perfect." He said and made his way into the museum heading towards the owl exhibit. "Batman!" He screamed when he saw Bruce unconscious. He started running over when the owl creatures that had attacked Batman earlier. "I knew it wasn't a dream." Dick said getting out his staff ready to fight. One of the Talons threw some knifes at him and Dick used his acrobatics to avoid most of them. A few did manage to cut him, but it wasn't anything too serious. Then using his staff as a boost, Dick managed to kick one of the Talons down. Suddenly one Talon tried to attack him getting Dick in the shoulder, but Dick flipped out of the way.

"Wow you guys are fast." Dick said and continued fighting the best he could. There were a few times where it seemed like the Talons were slowing down at some points but Dick didn't notice too much as he was concerned about Batman. All of a sudden the Talons started to grab their heads in pain while slowly disintegrated. "What the heck?" Dick asked himself and went over to help Batman.

"Batman? Are you okay?!" He said shaking him gently. Batman moaned and slowly opened his eyes going from confused to surprised.

"Dick?! What are you doing here?!"

"You're hurt. Don't move too much, Alfred's on his way."

"Dick, why are you here? And where's Robin?"

"I…I don't know where he is."

"What?! But…" It was then that Batman noticed some scratches and bruises on his foster child's face. "Dick, you're…" Suddenly he grunted in pain.

"Bruce it's okay. It just a few scratches, I'm okay really. Don't move too much." Despite Dick's word, Batman still tried to move to get a better look at Dick's face and body. A few minutes later the Batwing arrived and Alfred climbed down the latter through the broken window to get to his charges.

"Thank heavens he found you sir. I was so worried."

"Alfred…I told you…"

"And I told you to be careful and to call me if you needed help." Alfred said getting the stretcher ready.

"I had it under control."

"You call this having it under control?! I'm surprised you even called for help." H e said now getting Batman strapped in.

"I'm fine. It's him you need to worry about." This was the first time Alfred took a good look at Dick.

"Sir! Are you hurt?!" Alfred asked coming over to examine Dick carefully.

"I'm okay. I got ambushed."

"Oh this is my entire fault. I shouldn't have sent you."

"Alfred I'm fine. We have to get Batman home."

"You're right sir. But please let me examine you in the plane."

"Fine. But there's nothing to examine closely." Dick said and the two went up the latter.

Break*Break*Break

Once the group made it home, they immediately were ordered to the medical area but Bruce refused and wanted to get treated in Damian's room.

"Bruce I'm sorry. Maybe Damian went out to get some air."

"He was supposed to look out for you!"

"Bruce I'm not a little kid anymore. I can look out for myself."

"Not when someone was in your room. We don't know what those things that attacked us are." Bruce lied. He knew exactly who they were but refused to share that information.

"It may not have been them. You said yourself it was just a bad dream."

"Dick I trust your word. The fact that they were at the museum ready to strike was a dead giveaway. The backup call was meant for Damian my partner. You could have been killed!"

"But I wasn't. I'm still here with you." Dick said touching Bruce's arm. "Damian's just tired of being shut in like this for the past two years. It's surprising that the public hasn't guessed anything yet."

"I can't allow that. You know there are things out there that could hurt you both. All just so they can get to me." Dick was about to continue when the alarm went off telling there was someone climbing up the wall of the manor. Bruce quickly turned the lights off much to Alfred's displeasure. The window opened and Damian snuck back inside. Bruce turned on the lamp looking very mad and Alfred continued his medical work.

"Where were you?" Bruce asked.

"What happened to you? Are you okay?" He asked and saw his brother beat up. "Grayson! What the hell happened to you?! Are you alright?!"

"I'm fine. Someone…" Dick said but Bruce held up an arm making him stop.

"You don't get to ask questions! Now where the hell were you?!"

"Out."

"Where?"

"Just out."

"Out has suddenly become a far more dangerous place." Bruce said "What's this?" Bruce asked pulling out an assassin's blade.

"That's mine!"

"I don't think so."

"So now what are you gonna do? Build a dungeon and lock me up in it?"

"You had one job; to stay here and look after Dick. Then you just left him unprotected by himself. Now not only is there someone after him but he almost got himself killed."

"Bruce I'm fine!"

"You weren't ready to go out yet. You're still untrained and they came after you. What if they hadn't disintegrated? You would have been killed."

"I'm Robin! I don't just babysit some kid who I call brother." Damian shouted ignoring the other conversation going on.

"So what?! The ceremony didn't mean anything to you? I'm not really your brother?"

"No! I mean yes…look I tucked you in bed and I'd figured you be safe. I was coming back I just needed to clear my head for a bit."

"You're such a bad liar Damian."

"Shut it!"

"Damian enough. As your father…"

"Some biological accident doesn't make you my father. And it sure as hell doesn't make me your son!" Dick stared at Damian in shock the way he spoke to Bruce as was Alfred who was staying out of the conversation.

"You know what? There's a school in Switzerland run by a retired general who knows far more then I do about boys and discipline. Do this again and that's where you'll spend the next year at." Bruce said getting up and walking out of the room followed by Alfred leaving the two brothers alone.

"Look, I'm sorry alright?"

"You don't have to apologize. I get it." Dick said and started to leave when Damian blocked his way.

"No I'm serious. I'm sorry about what I said. I was just angry."

"Am I the only thing keeping you here?"

"What? No no, I've got the Robin gig and waiting for the paperwork that may or may not get signed and training. Father and I just disagree on some things."

"A lot of things. If I am keeping you here then you can go. I don't want to keep you prisoner."

"You're not. I'm just experimenting with my new life is all. Sometimes I get lost."

"Yeah. Look I'm going downstairs for a minute. I'll see you tomorrow or I guess later. Night."

"Night." Damian said and Dick left the room and went to look for Bruce who was talking to Alfred.

"…He won't listen to me."

"Then talk to him about it sir. He won't clearly understand if you don't talk to him about it." Alfred said and Dick walked in.

"Bruce, can we talk? Please?"

"I'll go prepare your bed again sir." Alfred said and walked out. Bruce sat on the sofa and patted at spot for Dick.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"I've just been thinking a lot."

"About what?"

"Well….I've just been wondering something for a while. I've been really afraid to tell you."

"Dick you can tell me anything. You know that."

"I know. I just want you to be honest with me. If you could do it again, would you take me in?"

"What? Of course I would. What made you think I wouldn't? Damian?"

"No not Damian. I've just felt like a burden lately. I'm so useless, I'm not ready to go out yet, and you always have to worry about me; especially now that someone tried to kill me. I'm putting you in more danger then you already are."

"Richard…" Bruce didn't know what to say. How could he think he was a burden to him? Dick was one of the only few things that kept him going and happy. "How could you ever think that? I took you in so you wouldn't feel the same pain I went through. Me worrying about you isn't your fault at all. It just comes with the package of being a father or foster father. None of what's been happening lately is your fault. The only person we can blame is whoever these owl people are. Do you understand?" Dick nodded and started crying a little. "Come here." Bruce said and Dick embraced his foster father shedding more tears and taking deep breaths. After Dick had calm down, Bruce carried him to bed tucking him in and saying goodnight. He then went over to check on Damian who had fallen asleep in his costume. Bruce tucked him into bed before retiring himself for the night making sure the alarm and surveillance cameras were up. s

Break*Break*Break

The next morning at was a quiet one for the family. No one said a word about what happened last night. Damian came downstairs to train when he saw Dick practicing his throwing. He was trying to figure out how to hold two baterangs and to toss them at the target. He then walked over to Batman who was examining something. Damian grabbed a few Baterangs of his own and threw two of them without any problem. Dick rolled his eyes and went back to trying to figure out how to hold two of them. Damian then stood right next to him and slowly threw the baterangs right in front of Dick's eyes. This got Dick to smile and try to hold it just as Damian did. He managed to throw the two but not very far.

"It takes a while to get use to throwing two. Trust me it took me a few tries to get it."

"How many times? Two?"

"Uh a little higher than 30."

DNA Analysis complete

"DNA analysis? You're running a DNA test Father?"

"Yes, turns out our little friend left a very noticeable blood stain on my glove that's not mine. I don't know how dumb a criminal could be to do that." Bruce said robotically since he knew whoever the assassin was wanted to be known by Batman.

"Really? Who is he?" Dick asked and the two boys came over to the computer.

"Let's find out." Bruce said and tapped a few commands on the computer.

DNA Analysis is a 90% match for William Cobb

"Who the heck is William Cobb? Ashamed brother of Oswald Cobblepot?" Dick asked trying to make a joke.

"I don't know. I've never seen him before." Bruce admitted. Dick then leaned on the computer and accidentally pressed the command that would access other results with similar DNA.

"Sorry." Dick said.

"Don't worry about it Dick."

"Hey I'm actually curious." Damian said.

Relative DNA analysis complete. Mother: Unknown, Father: Unknown, Son: Jonathan Grayson. Grandsons: John Grayson and Rick Grayson. The computer said and a picture of Dick's father John Grayson and Uncle Rick Grayson appeared on the screen.

"What? But…"

Only living relative, Great-Grandson: Richard Grayson.

The entire cave fell silent. Even the bats hidden deep in the cave didn't make one sound. The family couldn't believe eyes; especially the young boy who's picture was now displayed on the screen. The boy's surrogate father and brother looked at him with a mixture of disbelief and fear. Dick's face was white as chalk and his legs were shaking uncontrollably.

"Dick…" His foster father said getting up walking towards him but Dick backed up in fear shaking his head in disbelief. Before the boy's brother or father could make a move, Dick ran out of the cave sobbing his little heart out with his family running after him calling his name.

Dun Dun Dun! Looks like poor Dickie is about to find out his purpose in life according to the Court of Owls. Hope you enjoyed it.

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