It had been three weeks since, what the media had dubbed, "The Black Night". The Gotham City Police Department was still working nonstop to try and round up all the stragglers that were left behind by the Underground.

Dick was true to his word. No more Batmen attacked and none have been seen since that night.

And it seems that you had kept your word as well.

You had been in bed resting for the last few weeks. After you collapsed in the cave, no one was letting you do anything anymore. You thought that Jason would at least help, but him forcibly carrying you back to bed proved otherwise.

Tim and Damian had recovered from their wounds but just like you, they were put on inactive duty. Though, Damian still trained everyday in the cave. From what Hel has told you, he was really beating himself up over everything.

Hell, everyone was.

Luckily, the JL returned to earth the day after the Black Night came to an end. No one wasted any time in coming to visit you to see how you were doing. Conner still swung by every other day just to give you company. Sometimes Cassie would join him.

At least now you were able to get out of bed and actually walk around the manor.

Y/N: Hey, Alf?

Alfred: Yes, sir?

Y/N: Do we have any milk left?

Alfred: I'm afraid your daughter used the last of it this morning.

Of course she did. You just sighed and closed the fridge door before you walked over and sat down at the island. It was empty around the manor with everyone out doing their own thing.

Cassandra was taking Tim's spot in training the Team and making the finishing touches with bringing them back together, Tim was recovering in the comfort of his own home with Stephanie's help, Terry and Debra were acting as fill ins for you and Jason, Jason was away with the Outlaws on some mission, Helena was with Barbara and Hel on some Birds of Prey thing, and Damian was downstairs in the cave.

Selina would stop by every morning just to check in on things and see if you were actually resting like you were supposed to. She really acted like a mother when she wanted to. Just as scary as one, if you were being honest. But she was also very sweet. Like she was family. But she had left some time ago.

At least you had Alfred.

Alfred: How are your injuries?

Y/N: Better. Though, everything still hurts.

Alfred: At least you can admit you're in pain. Master Bruce was too stubborn to admit even that.

You smirked at the thought. How did he do this? How did Bruce go on and keep fighting after suffering this much damage? Maybe he really is a vampire.

You looked up when you heard someone enter the room. Damian walked past you and Alfred on his way to the fridge. He opened the door and looked inside.

Damian: That damn girl drank the milk again.

He closed the door and sighed. You looked over to Alfred who just looked, sad.

Y/N: Hey, Lil D.

Damian looked at you.

Y/N: Can we talk?
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You sat across from Damian in the lounge. You had the radio on so that there would be some kind of background noise for what was sure to be a quiet conversation.

Y/N: D, are you alright? With the gunshot wound and...

Damian: I'm fine. Nothing I can't handle.

Stubborn. Like his father. And you.

Y/N: Something is bothering you. You can talk to me if you need to.

Damian just crossed his arms and sat back.

Damian: I don't need a therapist.

Y/N: I'm not saying you do. But what happened, it was a lot. For everyone. And I don't want you to feel like you need to handle this on your own.

Damian didn't respond. He just sat there.

You felt bad for this kid. His father goes missing, his brother leaves the family, and now everyone was at war. It really seemed like everything was falling apart around him.

But he wasn't going to talk. That's fine. He didn't need to if he didn't want to. So you just sat there. Both of you sat there. In the silence. You just listened to the radio.

Honestly, you have no idea how much time had passed before he moved.

Damian: Do you think, he would be disappointed?

You looked up at the young boy.

Damian: My father. Do you think he would be disappointed in us?

You gave that question some thought.

Y/N: Honestly, I don't know. But I can say this, with certainty. He wouldn't be disappointed in you. Not even a little bit.

Damian looked up towards you.

Y/N: You fought like hell and you only stopped because you had to. You protected Gotham to the best of your abilities and you stayed strong through it all.

Damian slowly looked down at his hands.

Damian: But it wasn't enough. Richard and his goons got away. The Black Mask and his organization got away. The only victory we had was against Duke. He was the only one we beat.

Y/N: That's not true. Actually, we did quite a bit after you were pulled out. I guess no one told you about that, though.

Damian seemed surpised.

Y/N: Terry took down Bane and Melanie. Everyone else took down down least three targets each. At the end of the day, we weren't licking our wounds with our tails tucked between our legs. Some got away, and that's fine. We'll find them. And we'll put them away.

Damian looked at you for a moment before he sighed.

Damian: At least, we did some good. That's what father would've said, right?

You smiled.

Y/N: Yeah. I think so.

You looked over at the clock. It was only noon.

Y/N: Hey, want to play some basketball?
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Alfred was cleaning the dishes when Cassandra and Terry walked in from the cave.

Terry: Hey, Alf. Do we have any milk?

Alfred: I swear, if someone asks me that question one more time....

Cassandra checked the fridge.

Cassandra: We do not.

Terry: Damn. I'll have to have Selina pick some up the next time she comes over.

The two suddenly heard laughter from outside which surpised them. They both looked out the window to see you and Damian on the basketball court.

Cassandra: What are they doing?

Alfred: Those two have been outside playing a game called "HORSE". Since Master Y/N cannot engage in much physical activity, this was their best compromise.

Terry: Is the little terror, smiling?

Cassandra looked closer and sure enough, he was. You threw the ball and made it in to which Damian smirked. He then tooo your place and threw a ball of his own. It went in.

Damian: You should just give up, Batboy. You're at S and I haven't even missed yet.

Y/N: Okay, cool it, Deadshot. I still got some tricks up my sleeve. Jordan!

You threw the ball, but missed.

Y/N: Michael Jordan, you have failed me.

Damian laughed at your misery but you were smiling too.

Terry smirked.

Terry: Hm. Your Dynamic Duo, everybody. Playing basketball, looking like normal people.

Cassandra smiled a bit. You grabbed the ball and tossed it to Damian. He wouldn't admit this to you, or anyone for that matter, but he....actually felt like you were his brother.

Maybe taking a break like this wasn't so bad after all.