a/n: This chapter was really rushed because I'm going to be changing the story arc, plus it's 2 am and i accidentally fell asleep at 7 pm so yea, sorry. I don't know why I won't update this at another time when I'm better stable, i just really wanna finish this chapter soon.

"Why is she covered in so much blood?" Dick asked, mask off and staring at Constantine with a less than amused look.It hasn't even been a couple hours without Bruce and Already Constantines managed to do some "Voodoo shit", as Jason called it. Rushing you into the cave was one thing, making sure you didn't die right away was another.

"If Nick was the one responsible for why she was kidnapped, could be a number of things." John replied, looking at you from the other side of the glass as you slept on a bed in one of the glass cells in the cave. John didn't want to recommend it, but if they really did do something to you? It's best to keep you away from people.

"Oh oh my god." Both Dick and John turned around when Tim's voice rose up. He had been taking samples of the blood you were covered in to see if it matched up with anybody in the bat computers systems of records.
He was sitting closest to you, using the computer right on the inside of the glass. It can easily be switched over, because in cases like this? These cells aren't always used for the bad guys.

"What is it?" Damian piped up, from his own side of the cave from where he had been pacing Meanwhile, both John and Dick were making their way over to Tim, who stood nervously with his hand over his mouth. Mask off, and worried confused eyes.

Water dripped down from the top of the cave as the two read the name of the clear match the blood belonged to, Dick turning to see if Damian was coming over or not. And he was.

"Tim, turn it off." Dick mumbled, Tim only gave him a stern look and shook his head.
"Why? We don't even know what this means-" Tim replied, raising an eyebrow, even confused as to why he's defending Damian. Then again this is different.
"Exactly. We don't know what this means." Dick was quick to cut Tim off, placing his right hand on his face. Pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Drake, I demand an answer-" Damian glared, ripping off the green domino mask, along with his black and yellow cape. Letting the cape drop to the floor for him to walk away from, as his mask was being gripped in his fist. Tossed to the side the moment he came to the computer close enough to just barely read the name, but he got enough of it before stopping.

Damian just stopped, stood still. Eyes wide and fingers uncurling to go limp. As if to be able to use the little strength it took to keep his fists balled up because of his anger towards Tim just suddenly vanished. His face paled a little bit, he lost the color in his cheeks. He felt himself grow colder, and it suddenly felt like breathing was a hard thing to do. As if the air was too cold for that, hurting his throat.

"John? Do you have any idea how to explain this?" Dick said quietly, not exactly a whisper. Damian could still hear him, but his words weren't registering normally. Not even going on one ear to go out the other, they just weren't making sense to him. None of this was.

"Was Talia buried or cremated?" John asked, turning to look at Damian with a look that said he needed to be completely honest. Nothing about this is normal, and that needs to be known. Damian, who had seemed to be spacing out, shook his head a couple times to try and get himself to focus again.

"She was buried." Tim answered, John only groaned and went to rub his eyes with the heels of his hands. Walking away from Tim and Dick past Damian, who was still standing there in disbelief.

"Got any shovels?" John asked, picking up a bottle of whiskey that'd been in the cave since he brought it in. Making his own hiding places is something he does to every place he visits and stays at. This one, Bruce wasn't exactly fond of John hiding alcohol in some places. Let alone at all.

"You're not digging up my mother's corpse!" Damian shouted, stomping his way over to John and grabbing the bottle out of his hands. Reeling his arm back and throwing it against one of the cave walls in anger, breathing heavily as the sound of glass shattering echoed off of the cave walls.

"Damian-"
"Shut up." He retorted, cutting John off. At this point the boy was furious, eyes narrowed into a strong glare, a scowl on his face. It obvious he had been biting his lip, due to the blood that showed whenever he opened his mouth. Standing there in front of John with white knuckled fists, and squared shoulders.

"Hey, Damian. Calm down a little bit until we can figure this out." Dick said, but Damain had already made his decisions.

He reeled his arm back and swung at John, connecting his fist with the left side of John's face. John stumbled backwards, hand to his face. Mostly covering his mouth, with a little bit of blood seeping through the small spaces between his fingers.

"Y'know you really punch like yer' dad." Said John, with a mouthful of blood. Leaning downwards and spitting over the edge of the cave, blood dribbling down his chin. Not an unfamiliar sight to see John spitting out blood after being punched.

Damian didn't say anything, he just walked over to John and yanked the shovel out of his hand with force before leaving the cave as quickly as he had come in.

**

It's been a rough two weeks. You're basically bedridden, and unable to go back to school for a while. Thankfully, Tim has offered to help you out. Also thankfully, Gotham Academy has an online course. Something Tim suggested, and said that worked for him. He's been helping you a lot lately, so that means he's over at your house often.

Because you aren't allowed to get out of your bed for a while.

Burns all over your legs, the welts and bruises are healing pretty well. It's mostly just cleaning and properly bandaging the wounds is the most important thing. You can open your eyes without them stinging and thankfully you were able to keep your eyesight. You had some serious damage to your corneas, and in the meantime? Your doctor has said something about you needing to wear glasses until your eyesight is back to it's peak. It may not happen for a long time, hell your eyes might not ever be what they used to be. So you've been wearing a pair of prescription glasses. It's not a strong lense, your doctor told you that using a strong prescription may end up hindering your eyesight even further. But it was hard to read with the rate they were healing at, and your mother owns a bookstore. It's a family thing, so you not being able to read? Yeah, that can't happen. Plus, makes Tim helping you get caught up on schoolwork a lot easier, really.

But your hands. That's another story.

Some of the nerves in your fingers are just completely destroyed. The bruises that were once a dark purple and blue have turned into an off shade of green and red, tinges of purple and magenta every here and there. They're constantly feeling cold, and you can't even curl your fingers. You've been working on it, and you can slightly feel parts of your palms. But that's about it. Only some spots in the middle of your palms, but otherwise? Everything below your wrist is completely numb. Your doctor said it's best for you to get used to how this is, not being able to use your fingers. Because if the treatment that you're going through doesn't work? Then this may be permanent.

But that's nothing for you to complain about. Why is this?

Ever Since that night two weeks ago, you had been made aware of everything. You knew everyone's names, you know who everyone is. Everyone that actually needed to be known to you, anyways. Damian Wayne, well you figured that one out on your own. He's Robin. Dick Grayson, he's Nightwing. Bruce Wayne, obviously Batman. Tim Drake, okay so this one kind of surprised you. He was the third Robin, and he's currently Red Robin. Here's the one that actually had you going into thought, but it was the one with the least explanation. Jason Todd is RedHood, this isn't one you saw coming, really.

There's a girl named Stephanie Brown, her story is a little confusing. She actually took the most kindness when introducing herself to you. She actually shook your hand, a little more enthusiastically than she should have. It didn't hurt, but the look on her face when Tim told her about your hands made your gut turn around before you could explain it was alright. She went by Spoiler, then she was the fourth Robin, and then she was Spoiler again? But now she's Batgirl, the second person to take up that mantle.

And you met the first. She's actually been helping you a little bit, Barbara Gordon.

You feel so selfish everytime she talks to you, really. She's in a wheelchair, because she can't feel her legs. She didn't go into detail about what happened to her, or who did it. All she said was that she was shot, and it ended her time in being Batgirl. Now, here you are with fingers you can't even use to hold a pen, seeking consolation from a girl who was shot in the spine. You haven't spoken to her or gotten as much advice from her as you've wanted too, quite yet. But one thing for sure? She's strong and you can definitely respect her. Just because she's in a wheelchair, and she lost the use of her legs? It hasn't stopped her from doing good. And honestly? That's such an admirable thing, and you made sure to tell her that's what you thought.

Just as you met the older members connected to Batman, you've met someone just as new as you've known about all of this. Her name is Cassandra Cain.

You've noticed that she doesn't really talk much, and she's usually seen around Stephanie. But she's met you and she's for the most part, introduced herself. Not with many words, but she made herself known to you. She's about an average height, maybe about an inch shorter. she's got soft black hair that stops at her shoulders, you don't exactly know much about her? Othan than the fact she's been legally adopted by Bruce Wayne as of three to four weeks ago.

There's a lot of things that are confusing to you, even still. But both Tim and Damian have been trying to explain it, or find out if they're allowed to explain it to you. One thing or another, you've been having to go to the cave just about every other day to do some tests. Things you can't exactly go to the hospital about. Things like blood tests that don't exactly come out right? You still don't know, and it hasn't been explained to you yet. It won't be explained to you until it's figured out.

But thankfully? You still have your own life. And when you wake up to see Damian sitting in the chair right next to you, asleep as well? Well, it's been a nice surprise rather than having your mom check up on every two minutes. A habit she's grown common to doing. You can't exactly blame her, but she has enough on her plate as it is. Lea isn't always around to help with Laura, she seems to wander off at night. Then again you've stopped trying to get her to stay completely still for five minutes also. She keeps blaming herself for what happened, saying that if she had stayed home that night and this wouldn't have happened. Or at least she would have known. Yeah, she leaves a lot at night. But she always calls you to check up on you every so often when she's out. She's let you know that she's not alone, you've even heard a second voice on the line whenever she's called you. She still won't exactly tell you what's going on.

"Good morning." Damian said, opening both of his eyes slowly as you did yours. Sitting in the rocking chair next to your bed that he probably pulled from besides the bookshelf in your room. It's not rare to see him sitting next to you every now and then, he's been over more often than Tim is over to help you with your studying. Then again Tim isn't the only person helping you study.

"Well, it's not morning." You mumble in a response, turning to look at your friend. Tired (e/c) eyes go from him to the tv right across from your bed, seeing the credits rolling to some movie that was laying on your desk. The blue painted walls seemed like blurs if you looked at things too fast, so you turned your attention back to Damian.

"You fell asleep in the middle of Terminator, I didn't want to wake you from your sleep." He says, leaning forwards and pressing his hand to your forehead, checking to see if you have some sort of fever. Narrowing his eyes, not in a glare. But focusing on the red flush of your face.

"You were out for a while, I personally did not find the second one amusing." He states after removing his hand from your forehead and pressing his right palm to your right cheek. His hand so much colder than your cheek, but you must have been wrapped pretty tightly in your blanket. Because it actually felt kinda nice.

"Heh, what's on now then?" You ask, nudging your head to the tv with credits rolling. The sound isn't very high, and the subtitles seemed to be on. He was watching something while you were asleep, probably waiting for you to wake back up. He ended up passing out himself, but one thing for sure is that it's not morning anymore.

"Kingsmen." He answers with a blank face, eyes a dull green with blue undertones. There's some dark circles under his eyes, like he's trying to start getting used to it. That's not quite going so well, apparently.

"You could have left when I went to sleep," You pause, positioning yourself to get up. Deeply inhaling as you press your palms to your mattress and push yourself up. Damian mutters something about you needing to be careful, and placing his hand on your back while the other one goes on your arm. Helping you pull yourself up.

"You have other stuff to worry about, you really don't have to stay here as often as you do." You state, rubbing your left eye with the back of your hand. One of the sleeves from the short sleeved grey T-shirt you were wearing started to slide down. Damian only rolled his eyes before pulling it back up. Something he's noticed about you when you're tired, you tend to not care for anything but what's right in front of you.

"I'm fine-"
"You dug up your dead mom's grave to find she had clawed her way out. You're not fine." You cut him off, narrowing your eyes on him and pulling your hands out from under the blanket. You moved forwards and held his face, pressing both your palms on his cheeks and slowly rubbed your left thumb against his cheekbone.

"It's okay if you're not fine. But you don't need to lie about it, especially to people who understand. We're really worried about you, Damian." You said, watching as he only closed his eyes and sighed. Raising one of his hands to yours and placing his palm on the back of your hand.

"We still need to figure out how you're even connected to her. It doesn't make sense, I would have known how you're connected to her." Damian said, opening his eyes. Pointing out that you two are pretty much around the same age, so he should definitely remember seeing you around.

So you know about the assassin thing. But you don't exactly know the full extent, and Damian hopes that you really never find out. Not yet, anyways.

"When I was eight, my mom said my dad wanted to have me attend this school. At least that's what we told everyone else." You started, sliding your hands off of Damian's face before placing them in your lap.

"Why haven't you mentioned this yet?" Damian asked, voice going from soft to his normal voice. Crossing his arms over his chest and giving you an annoyed look. You dind't exactly feel guilty, but he didn't really need to look at you like that right now. It wasn't helping, but you understand.

"Because I don't really understand it. I've already told Dick about most of the weird things I saw, that's how he realized there was a connection that didn't make sense. You know who you should talk about it?" You asked, turning to look at Damian with a glare. It wasn't to him, but it didn't stop you from showing your signs of confused emotions towards it.

"My Biological father." You mumbled, letting your eyes go from Damian to your lap. "I don't know where he is, but I have this card from when I was little. There's a phone number on it, I don't know if it works or not." You stated, feeling your eyes water slightly. Damn it, this shouldn't be as hard as it is.

While you're looking away, Damian's lips part as he holds his breath. His eyebrows raise in a concerning way and it begins to physically pain him that he's not allowed to talk to you about your father. Whenever you're at the manor, John's not there. He's asked everybody to keep it away from you, stating that it's for your own good and you don't need it. The less you have to do with him, the better you are. He's going after nick on his own, in a way that Dick and everyone else wouldn't be able to help with. He wants to help you so bad, Damian wants you to know. Damian wants you to know that your Dad is in Gotham. He doesn't want to lie to you about it anymore.

But John never mentioned anything about him being apart of why you're connected to Talia.

"Do you still have it?" He asked, letting out a shaky breath as he contemplated telling you.

"Yeah, it's in my coat pocket. The one hanging from the doorknob." You said, watching as Damian nodded. He pulled his arms apart from the fold over his chest and looked at his watch.

"Damn it." He muttered, seeing it was Ten pm. He was suppose to be with Dick at nine for patrol. Lately, since Batman's been gone? Some criminals think it's alright to keep coming out. It's getting a little overwhelming, but not to a point they can't do anything about it. If it only get's worse from here, Dick is going to have to fill in for the time being. But that's a little controversial as of right now. He's done it before, but it's still just as hard as it was the first time.

"What?" You asked, watching as Damian stood up in his chair and leaned over your bed, grabbing something that he left on the mattress. Looked like a hat, but you only saw it for a moment.

"I have to go." He said, leaning back over as you sat up further. You gave him a knowing look, and grabbed his shoulder before he could stand back up.

He looked at you with a confusing expression, raising an eyebrow but nonetheless he kept his hands on your pattress. Holding himself up, one hand on one side of your leg while the other was on the opposite side.

You slung your arms up over his shoulders and pulled yourself up more, embracing him in a warm hug. Your body really was maybe just a little too tightly wrapped up in the blanket. He seemed to pause, but after a moment? He pulled his arms around you and returned the embrace.

"Be careful tonight, alright?" You asked, pressing your nose into the crook of his neck.
"Tt, I always am." He retorted in a knowing voice.
"Liar." You joked, letting him go.