EDIT: TW BLOOD/INJURY

Dick stared straight at Bruce, anger clear in his eyes. He didn't want to do this in front of his brothers but Bruce had started it. "You can't be serious," he muttered, voice low. "

I am Richard. You're retired." There were a few gasps from his brothers. 

"Oh because I made one mistake?"

"A man died tonight! You played with his life!" Bruce shouted.

"I would've saved him if you hadn't gotten in the way like you always do!" Dick replied. "There is less blood on my hands than there is yours Bruce! If anything you should be retired you pitiful old man!" It was becoming too heated now and someone had to stop them. 

"Grayson, calm down," Damian spoke up. 

"No Damian I won't calm down! Bruce has ruined my life so many times because he thinks he knows best! Well you don't! That's why nearly all of us have died!"

The final straw had been pulled and Dick didn't see it coming. No one did. Bruce pulled back and punched Dick hard in the face. His son was sent flying onto his back. "Bruce!" Jason yelled. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he added as he went to pick up Dick but Dick pushed him away and stood up. He glared at Bruce, who was now realizing what he just did. His eye was already beginning to swell but it didn't hinder his glare. "I'm leaving." With that he left. Damian sprinted after him and Tim just stared at the blank space he once stood in. He'd never seen Dick so angry before. "No wonder we're all dying to get away from you," Jason muttered, walking away. Bruce was standing there, speechless. He just hit his own son, hit him so hard that he was already getting a black eye. Damian found Dick with an already packed back about to leave. "Grayson wait!" he exclaimed. Dick sighed and turned to his younger brother. 

"Damian, I have to go," he insisted. Damian had other ideas and grabbed onto his leg. 

"But I need you," he said. Dick's heart broke and tears began to let slip. He knelt down to Damian's eye level then pulled out an old Teen Titans communicator. "Only you and I have this. If you need me, you call. I will always answer. I love you Damian and I'm going to try to see you as much as I can. I'll still be Nightwing." Damian nodded and took the communicator. 

"Let the others know about it, I'm only peeved off with Batsy." He sighed and gave the younger a hug. "Goodbye Dami."

"Goodbye Grayson."

From that day, Damian made contact with him every day either to tell him how annoying Tim was or how well he did on a mission. Dick didn't mind though. Knowing Damian could still vent to him was the best part.

One night, Damian went to call Dick at the usual time. He got into bed and decided that his excuse to talk to Dick would be to complain about Jason making his clothes smell of cigarette smoke. He called. No answer. Instantly, worry washed over him. He called again. No answer. He turned on the news and watched the headlines. Nothing on Nightwing or Richard Grayson. Then he called again. "H-hello?" Dick answered. His voice was hoarse and sent a shiver of anxiety down Damian's back. "Grayson? Is there something wrong?" he asked quickly. 

"Do you know where Blüdhaven's old asylum is?" Damian hummed a yes. "I'm on its roof. I need you to bring a medical kit." 

"Should I get Father?" Damian asked, already running down the stairs to the cave. 

"You can do this by your-" Dick's speech tailed off and he could hear the communicator fall to the floor. "Grayson? Grayson!" Damian hated to admit it but by the sounds of it, he needed Bruce. He ran into the Cave with a terrified look on his face. "What's wrong?" Tim asked. 

"It's Grayson, he needs us. He's on top of Blüdhaven's old asylum and he needs help." Bruce stood up straight away, already in his Batman uniform. "Get in the Batmobile. Jason, Tim follow us on motorcycles." They nodded and ran in separate directions. "I'm coming Dickie."

Nightwing woke up suddenly, not knowing how long he'd been out for. He guessed a little less than an hour as he was now surrounded with fog. His blood patch said otherwise though. It was seeping up his side and dampening his uniform. "Just need it to rain and this will be the perfect night," he thought. He moved his head to the side. Big mistake. The whole world looked like it had been hit with a shock wave, even with the thick fog covering most of it. His eyes defensively squeezed shut in pain as he groaned. Suddenly, he heard Robin's voice call out to him. "Grayson! Where are you?" he yelled. His dark uniform probably blended in with the fog. Maybe he should go back to green shorts and a yellow cape. "Here Dami!" he shouted. Well he thought he shouted it but really it came out as normal. Robin rushed over and quickly took off his cape, placing it under Nightwing's head. "Grayson, you're going to be okay." he assured him. Dick nodded with a goofy smile. "What happened?" Robin asked. 

"I was jus' here and then my head hurt and blood," he answered, his tone going up and down randomly. "Let's try again later," Red Hood suggested. "He's gone loopy."

"I told ya to come alone," Nightwing said. "Who else s'here?" Robin grimaced and looked to Batman. "Just Red Robin, Red Hood and Batman," he replied quickly. 

"Batman!" Nightwing exclaimed, moving to sit up. He yelled in pain and laid back down. "If I could move you'd see my anger."

"Where does it hurt?" Batman asked. Nightwing kept his mouth shut and looked away. 

"This is not the time to be petty! Tell me where it hurts," he ordered. 

"You're not my Tati, Tati," Nightwing retorted. 

"That made no sense, I think he's broke," Red Robin commented. 

"Broken or not I need him to tell me where it hurts. His damn uniform doesn't show blood very well and this fog isn't helping." Batman said. 

"Grayson, tell me where it hurts," Robin ordered.

"Oh, my head and side hurt like a mother sugar," he answered. He received a confused look from his family. "Does he not know we can hear him?" Red Hood asked.

"I think he got hit on the head a little too hard." Red Robin answered. Batman began to press along Nightwing's side until Nightwing screamed in pain. "Was that really necessary?" Robin asked Batman.  "Saved time." Was the answer.

Red Robin passed along a medical kit to Batman and helped him stitch up Nightwing. Robin noticed that Nightwing was blinking rapidly and his breathing had picked up. "What's happening?" he asked aloud. His voice had a hint of anxiety to it. 

"What do you mean?" Robin asked.

"World's getting dark," he answered. 

"It's the pain. He'll pass out if we carry on," Red Robin said. 

"A passed out Nightwing is better than a dead one," Red Hood pointed out. Within one hand movement, Nightwing had passed out. "Grayson's out like a light. Are we nearly done?" Batman nodded and picked up Nightwing, careful to not aggravate his freshly sewn up cut. "He's going to be grumpy when he wakes up," Red Robin muttered. "And you have a lot of making up to do," he added. Batman looked down at his son's blank sleeping face. "God knows I do."

Dick woke up in a med bay he recognized very well. It was the one in the Batcave which meant he was near Batman. "Nope," he muttered, getting up. He wheezed as he moved up to a sitting position. "Okay, maybe I'll stay," he said in a defeated tone. He sat back and groaned, not in any type of mood to deal with DaddyBats. A few moments later, Damian came in with Bruce and jumped straight onto his bed, crawling to a sitting position beside Dick. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"If I'm honest, I expected you to bring him," Dick replied. He then glared at Bruce. The latter looked guilty. Really guilty. Dick then remembered that his eye was still swollen. "You did hit me pretty hard," Dick told him. "But I said some pretty hard stuff."

"You went too far Dick and so did I." An uncomfortable silence filled the room so Dick decided to break it. "Remember when you tried to retire me after Two Face nearly killed me?" 

"And then you ran away, joined an assassins school and came back," Bruce finished, chuckling at the memory. "You have always been one for mellow dramatics Grayson," Damian muttered. 

"Hey! You can't say anything since you left the Teen Titans when Tim joined," he countered. 

"Drake is an annoyance I can barely stand at home never mind at Titan Tower." Dick laughed then sighed. "Let's make a deal Bruce. You don't tell me to give up my life as a hero and I won't be such a-," he paused and put his hands over Damian's ear, "-dickhead." Damian hit his hands away, causing the pair to laugh at him. "Consider it a deal."

"Now go get me some morphine." Bruce smiled to himself, 

"On it."