What's a Black Bird without her Robin?
Black Birds run in the family. Dick had Grace. Jason had Estella. Tim had Rachel. Damian had Lorri.
He was obnoxious and rude. Made himself at home. Imposed on the delicate life you and Bruce had composed. And...
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Dick groaned.
"Are you okay?" You asked, peeling off your mask as Alfred stitched Dick's wounds.
"I took the cut. I can take the stitch." He assured you, smiling.
"Maybe you need more anesthetic.." Damian smirked.
"Maybe you need to grow some balls." You growled, walking over to Dick. You sat on the arm rest of his chair.
"Thanks for catching Damian. Don't know what I would have done if we'd lost him to Ubu."
"I don't think Damian was the one in trouble." Dick responded, grunting again. You rubbed his shoulder in comfort. "Why are you so worried about him? I bet he's an asshole to you, 'beloved'." Dick smirked as he mocked Damian.
"...I dunno." You responded. "He's new to the family."
"Sure." Dick smirked.
"Did he actually say that? About me?"
"Why? You like him?" Dick teased, laughing.
"No! I mean, does he actually say 'beloved'?"
"Oh, shut up!" Dick laughed even harder. "You bet your ass! 'Stop it, you insignificant slug! I and the son of Batman and the beloved of Black Bird!'" Dick began to wheeze.
"Jesus.." you muttered, shaking your head while chuckling. You turned to Damian, who was silently glaring at you both.
"You petty orphans need to remember who the blood son is." Damian hissed through his embarrassment.
"Bloodthirsty is more like it." Dick bit back.
Damian "humphed", before walking off.
"He totally wants to fuck you." Dick whispered as Damian left earshot.
"Master Dick!" Alfred gasped.
"What? It's true!"
You felt heat bubbling in your stomach, but thankfully, not your face or neck.
"This was yours?" Damian smirked from across the cave.
"Still is." Dick replied, rubbing his arm. You pushed yourself up.
"You should see the original Black Bird costume. Grace looked like damned prostitute!" You laughed.
"And you don't?" Damian asked, leaning over the railing.
"Oh, trust me, sweet pea. I'm wearing the tamest version yet." You assured him.
You watched as Damian went back to the Robin costume, placing his hand on the glass, and opening it.
"Keep your hands off it, kid." Dick warned, re-sealing the suit inside the compartment.
"Is this what you wore in training?" Damian asked, trying not to laugh.
"It's what I wore when I went on patrol."
"The only thing it's missing is lace trim and a sun hat." Damian jabbed.
"You don't fool me. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking you could be Robin. Well, you can't."
"I don't need some insipid costume and a bird name." Damian hissed.
"Why, my love," you began, making the boys turn to you. You were sat on the railing, legs crossed. "you insult me."
Damian scoffed, and walked off.
"Yep. Totally wants to fuck you." Dick smiled, placing an hand on your shoulder.
You facepalmed. "Let's go check on Bruce. Put on a shirt." You hopped off the railing.
Dick wiggled back into his suit, and followed you down to the Bat Computer.
"He doesn't deserve to breathe." Damian told Bruce, moving to place his hand on his chair.
Bruce suddenly stood, throwing his chair across the room. It landed at the end of the railing with a THUD, making you and Dick jump and effectively stopped you from getting any closer.
"Uh-oh." Dick smirked.
"Do you know what you were tonight?!" Bruce asked Damian, stepping towards him. "You weren't a warrior. You weren't a soldier. You were a child."
"If it hadn't been for him, I..."
"If it hadn't been for Dick, you would've gone to far."
Damian paused, looking at both you and Dick. "It's easier my way."
"It has nothing to do with easy." Bruce began. "It's about doing what's right, because it's right. And that's the only reason you need."
"Seemed right to me." Damian hissed.
"That's the problem." Bruce replied, walking to the Batmobile. He opened the roof, before shouting a half-hearted, "heads up", and throwing the shirikin and Damian.
Damian caught it.
"Good reflexes." Bruce praised.
"What if I had missed?"
"It would've hurt."
"It's a League of Assassins star." Damian said as he observed it.
"I and Lorri found it in a warehouse belonging to a man named Langstrom. Ring a bell?"
"No."
"Well," you started, stepping forward. "there's a connection to Ra's and Deathstroke."
"Then we need to find out what it is." Damian replied, holding up the ninja star.
"I need to find out." Bruce cut in.
"I want to help, like her," Damian motioned to you, and then Dick, "and like he used to."
"It's bad enough you've given yourself away, and let them know we're on to them." Bruce stated. "But you're letting vengeance guide your actions."
"So teach him." You said, turning to Bruce. "Teach him what you've taught me. Taught Dick. Taught Grace. Justice, not Vengeance."
Bruce paused, before turning back to Damian.
"From now on, stay close. That's an order."
Damian smiled. "I can do that."
"Wait a minute." Dick finally spoke. "I'm not gonna like this, am I?"
Bruce thought it over for a moment.
"No."
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