Bloody Brothers

◇□ Chapter Seven □◇

"Jason Peter Wayne, you better start talking right this second. What is going on?" Bruce stated taking a seat at the end of the table. Jason exchanged looks with the others, Dick shook his head no with wide eyes, like he was begging even. Jason sighed.

"We all had nightmares last night, that's all. I swear." Jason lied casually.

"What were they about?" Bruce shot back. Before Jason had the time to answer, Bruce turned to Tim and glared. Tim was a smart kid, and probably the best detective out of rest of them. But he didn't handle the bat glare all that well. Whenever the boys did something, and Bruce found out, Tim was always the one to crack first. "Timothy." Bruce glared at him. Tim held his breath, his face turning red. He let out one long breath.

"Weallhadnightmaresaboutourtimeon theislandwhenmothertorturedusand experimentedonustomakeusintothe perfectheirforourgrandfather,theirwasalwaysasideeffecttotheexperiments soshewouldhavetobeforcetotryon anotherone." Tim say there panting trying to catch his breath, Bruce was already confused.

"God dammit Tim." Jason threw his arms up in the air.

"Tim, how about you say that a little slower?" Bruce nudged him ignoring Jason.

"The nightmares. They were all about our time on the island, growing up. When mother when torture us and experiment on us, to make us the perfect weapon and heir for the thrown of the League. Although there were- side effects. She kept trying until she got it right." Tim repeated quietly.

"Experiments? What the hell are you talking about?" Bruce asked trying to hide the furiousness in his voice.

"Ra's wanted the perfect heir, she mother intended on giving him one. With your DNA, she had us. We trained with the league, until the trials began. Once we passed the trials, we moved on to the procedure. It always worked, but it was never good enough." Jason huffed crossing his arms.

"What procedure? What did they do to you?" At that Dick got up from the table and rushed out of the room, ignoring their voices telling him to come back. Bruce sighed turning back to Jason. "Go check on him." He spoke softly, he nodded to the door. Jason sprinted out. Bruce turned to Tim, who was still nervous. "Tim, tell me everything."

"Jason wouldn't want me to-"

"Tim."

"Fine." Tim sighed. "Ra's wanted the perfect heir, one that could withstand in any battle, lead for years to come. He wanted one without flaws, and he got one." He glared across the table at Damian who shifted uncomfortably. "Jason went through the procedure first, leaving him without his hearing. Talia was furious, so she made them perfect the formula, but it only made it worse. Dick was next and he- he was given a stronger dose, that melted his vocal cords, he hasn't been able to talk since. Then it was me, and it left me blind. But then Damian here was the exception, he's absolutely perfect." He said with an attitude. "And mother never lets us forget." He growled, "That's the story. I hope you're happy." Tim stomped out of the room. Bruce looked down at Damian who looked just as distressed.

"You always wondered why they all hated me, there is your answer. Mother made them." Damian quietly got up, and left the room. Bruce sat back, his hand on his face as he was left with his thoughts.

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"Dick! Wait come back-" Jason chased after him. Dick was stumbling through the hallway, the room was spinning, and he couldn't breath. He felt like he was suffocating. He grabbed at his head, reaching out to the dresser he had ran into. Jason grabbed him before he fell. He started to brush through his hair trying to calm him down. "Hey, hey, hey, shhhhh, Dick it's alright." Jason softly hummed as Dick was starting to hyperventilate.