That bastard. I'll get him for this.

It had been a couple hours since Tim and Damian had gotten into their 'fight'. Of course, they had made up, but there was a certain bird who was not happy about Tim's outburst at all.

"Evil. Bastard. (-Insert Cuss Words-)," yelled Jason. He was currently punching a punching bag, in the training room. After Tim and Damian had fought, he needed to let out some steam.

Why didn't I do anything?

Jason was beating himself over what Tim and Damian had been arguing about. As soon as they both started arguing, he had just froze. He knew that he didn't have much experience in the "older brother" department, that was more of Dick's thing; but he felt like he should have done something to stop Tim.

He hated it when Damian cried. He wouldn't admit it, but it crushed his soul to see Damian sad. He was aggressively punching and kicking a bag and was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice the bag fly off.

"Are you feeling okay, Jason?"

Jason turned around and saw the one person he hated the most right now

Tim....

"What do you want, you evil piece of shit?" snarled Jason.

"Well, I just wanted to see what was wrong. You seem pretty upset," said Tim.

"Upset? Upset! I am gonna make you were dead Tim," snarled Jason. He then used Tim's shock to his advantage. Before Tim could even react, he was pinned up against a wall by Jason.

"What did I do Jason?" asked Tim, quietly. He was afraid of this ultra-violent side to Jason. Cause let's be honest, Jason is always violent.

"What did you do! I'll tell you what you did you bastard. You yell at Damian and tell him that we were better off without him. You do that, to a 12 year old boy! You know how much that kid just wants to be accepted?" yelled Jason. He was downright pissed at Tim.

"Jason, Damian and I already made up. I know what I said was stupid, but I'm sure he's fine by now," said Tim.

"You did? Oh," muttered Jason, embarrassed. "I'm just gonna go check on him." He let Tim go and started walking out the door.

"Hey Jay?"

"Yah?"

"When did you start caring so much about the little demon?"

Jason gave him the best bat-glare he could and walked out the room.

~~~~~~~
Damian's Room

Family.

A group of individuals living under one roof and usually under one head.

Family was supposed to be there for you, no matter what. They were supposed to always be by your side, no matter what.

A family is supposed to love you.

Damian did not feel loved by his family. at all, at the moment. Although Tim had apologized to him and said that he didn't mean anything that he said, Damian still felt hurt.

I mean it couldn't be true, right?

Damian started to think. He never really saw Jason, Tim, or Dick get into any serious fights before. All the trouble seemed to start when Damian came. The more he thought, the more he realized...

Drake was right, this family is better off without me. All I do is cause pain.

Damian didn't feel angry or vengeful toward his family. He just felt...

Sad.

That was the one word to describe his emotions. He was lonely, his family was better off without him and his mom and grandfather wanted him dead. Typical day when your the son of Batman. Damian was so lost in thought that he didn't notice the tears sliding down his face. They started off slow, but soon came fast and drowned his face.

"Demon spawn?"

Damian already knew it was Jason. He could tell by his voice.

"Are you okay, demon?" asked Jason.

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine," said Damian, with his voice cracking. He didn't realize that he had silently been crying.

Shit.

"Have you been crying, demon spawn?" asked Jason, walking in. He slowly made his way over and sat next to his younger brother.

Damian quickly wiped his tears, but did a lousy job. "What no? What gave you that idea Todd?"

Jason had concern written all over his face. He realized that Damian was probably feeling lonely or lost right now.

Damn him! Tim, I should have killed you when I had the chance...

"Hey, if your beating yourself over what Tim said, forget it. That idiot doesn't know what he's talking about," said Jason.

"What if he's right? I mean, all you guys would seem so happy without me," said Damian, softly.

"Don't say that, all our lives would be hell without you in it, demon spawn."

"Really? No, you'd probably just rejoice. You wouldn't have to deal with me anymore," said Damian, sadly. Damian's voice was cracking. He was trying his best to hold in the tears.

Jason gaped at him. How could this kid think that he would be happy without him? He pulled Damian in for a hug.

"Shhhhhh. It's ok to cry. If you ever left, I wouldn't be able to deal with it. We all love you, don't think anything different," said Jason, still hugging Damian. If this was Tim or Dick, Damian would had murdered them by now. But it wasn't...

It's Todd.

Damian smiled and let a few tears slip.

"Crying is for the weak Todd," muttered Damian. He let out a small yawn.

Jason playfully ruffled Damian's hair. "Time to go to bed."

"Preposterous. I don't have a bed time. I'm Robin," said Damian, still yawning.

"Jeez I swear, Bruce never gives his kids a proper 10 our sleep. Not even for one day of the week," muttered Jason.

Damian tried to walk out, but let out another yawn.

"Ok that's it demon spawn, your going to bed," said Jason. He pulled Damian and playfully shoved him on the bed.

"-Tt-, I don't need sleep. I have to go on patrol," said Damian.

"Gotham can live without it's Robin for one night," said Jason. He pulled the blanket over Damian.

"What are you doing, Todd?" questioned Damian.

"Here on Planet Earth, we call it 'tucking someone in'," joked Jason.

"Don't patronize, or I'll break your face," said Damian. He then yawned one more time.

"Goodnight Todd."

"Goodnight, demon spawn."