"Why would you do that? Why would you do that?" Damian paced back and forth, hands twined behind his back as Dick stared at his feet, kicking them back and forth as he sat on a chair.

"Daddy said that if I ever did a bad thing and he didn't punish me, I'm a big boy so I need to do it myself-"

"That's stupid. It's stupid, Richard!"

"Damian, calm down!" Jason snapped. "It's not his fault!"

"Yes, it is!"

"That's not-" Jason leveled a finger at Damian. "That isn't fair." He turned back to Dick, and knelt beside him. "It's not. I know you chose to do this but you… it isn't fair to blame you for it. And we don't. Damian's just… confused and mad."

Dick stared at the ground, blinking back tears.

Jason reached out to lay a hand on his knee. "I know you don't understand what's going on. That's okay. We just… want to take care of you. Do you understand that?"

Dick shook his head no, keeping his lips tightly pressed together.

Tim moved beside Jason, mimicking his posture. "That's okay too. Listen, we…" Tim took a deep breath. "We need to talk. We've told you that we care about you, but you can't believe us and your Bruce at the same time. We haven't talked about him yet, or the truth about him because we didn't know if you could handle it."

Jason glared at Tim, but Tim ignored him to keep going.

"But you aren't handling this. You aren't okay, and us not talking isn't helping anymore. So, we're going to talk and we're going to figure out everything between us, okay? No more put-offs. You ask whatever you want, and we'll tell you how we feel."

Tim bumped Dick's leg with his hand. "Is that okay?"

"Timothy that isn't-"

"Nothing else is going to work, Jason. We're just building new negative patterns now."

Jason clenched his teeth and fists, and stared at the ground.

"Ask anything, Dick," Tim murmured. "We're gonna do this together, okay?"

Dick glanced down at Jason, who jerked his head away, refusing to make eye contact. Jason stood up and paced a few steps away, back turned to his brothers.

Dick bit his lip. "Why… why can't we just use Daddy's rules?"

"Because your Daddy was a very bad man. He was mean and cruel and his rules hurt you. But we want to help you. Because we love you, Dick."

Dick choked. "That's not! Daddy isn't mean! He's perfect and he has perfect rules and it doesn't matter if he hurts me 'cause I'm not important or anything. You're sayin' bad stuff!"

"We are not." Damian strode forward, coming to an awkward halt in front of Dick where he tried to decide between standing or kneeling like Tim. He ended up standing, shoulders tense.

"I know what you are feeling. My Mother and Grandfather… they told me similar things. They gave me bad rules that hurt me because they wanted to use me to help them. They did not… care about me. And they convinced me that that was okay because I was not deserving of love unless I earned it. But you taught me differently G... Richard."

"That wasn't me. I'm not this person you're talking about! I'm me! I'm not… him, I'm me and I'm not like him!"

"You are yourself, Richard. And you are our brother. And you are most certainly not worthless."

"Dick." Tim reached up to clasp Dick's hand in his own. "What did he say? Why don't you deserve a real family?"

Dick's eyes spilled over as he pulled his hand from Tim's grasp. "He just… said so. And he wasn't ever wrong before, you don't understand. He's never wrong. He's perfect. And I'm not, I make dumb mistakes and… I mess up. I mess things up. I'm lucky that he wants me-"

"That's a LIE!" Jason whirled around, face contorted in rage. "He's nothing close to perfect. Do you have any idea what a manipulative, self centered, short sighted monster he can be? And not just that! Do you have any idea how bad I am? I've messed up! I've done things so terrible you couldn't even start to imagine them! I've hurt people, my family. I've ki… I've done things. So look me in the eyes, Dick!"

Jason burst forward, shoving Tim and Damian out of the way, lowering himself to Dick's level. "Look me in the eyes and tell me that I'm a worthless piece of garbage who doesn't deserve to be loved!"

Dick gasped, shook, and burst into tears, shaking his head back and forth rapidly. "I can't. You're not bad, you're just hurt. I'll help fix you. I'll help. You're okay, Jason."

Dick reached out, instinctively wrapping his arms around Jason's neck. "You're gonna be okay."

Jason gulped and patted Dick's back. "It's okay to be hurt." He glanced up at Tim and Damian, staring at him from either side. "Right, guys?"

"Of course." Tim shuffled forward, putting a hand on Dick's back. "Everyone's broken. I mean, I'm pretty good at hiding it and stuff, but I've got a pretty messed up head too. I've said mean things to my family, and I've hurt my friends and I'm basically a living trainwreck, but it's okay. That's what families are for. Helping people put themselves back together. If everyone was perfect, we wouldn't need family."

"Drake is actually right." Damian knelt beside Jason to place a hand on Dick's arm. "Your mistakes do not define who you are. You define who you are. And whoever you choose to be, it will be someone that we will call our brother. You are… you are like us, Richard. We are all broken in some ways but together we can still be a family and… be together."

Dick sniffed and dropped his head on Jason's shoulder. "I just want to help you guys. You seem so nice, but I think you're really confused."

"Dick…" Jason started, trying to smoothen his roughened voice. "After the day we've had I think it's safe to say everyone is really confused. But can you please try to see it our way? Can you at least try to see things from our perspective and understand what we mean?"

Dick glanced down, then looked up and nodded.

"That sounds okay."