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Dick was training some new recruits when he heard the familiar beep on his radio. He motioned for another senior member to take over the session whilst he dealt with whatever this was. "Grayson here. Over."

"Robin is at the door and knocked out four people. Do we have permission to shoot? Over."

"Negative. Let him through. Over." 

"Grayson, I've taken out five of your gang members. I'm not leaving without seeing you," Robin stated. Dick chuckled to himself and began walking towards the entrance. 

"Alright Little D. I'm coming through, you know the code to get in anyways." He chuckled again when he heard how fast the line went dead. "Hey everyone, Robin has clearance to enter. Do not engage in combat. Over." That should put an end to any accidental fights. He didn't fancy half his members in the ER because his little brother was on a death march to see him. Though that was kind of adorable. He put his radio back on his belt and continued to walk through before waving to the teenager he could see coming through. Robin ran over to him and hugged him tightly, burying his face in his torso. "You alright?" Dick asked, running a hand through the younger's hair. 

"Father is a bastard," he answered quietly. 

"Tell me about it. C'mon, I'll get you some hot chocolate and we'll talk about it. Maybe I'll let you train with some of the newbies," Dick offered. Robin nodded and pulled away though he kept rather close to him whilst they walked to the kitchen. He didn't care about the looks he got from the passing people since he knew Dick was fixing them all with a glare. He missed that. 

They continued to walk through the halls of the base before coming to the more domestic area. All those who were in there immediately filtered out upon getting a glare from their boss. Dick offered his younger brother a seat and began making hot chocolate, offering him a sweet treat whilst he waited. "You wanna tell me why you're so far from home? And why Bruce is a bastard aside from the obvious reasons?" Dick asked. 

"He keeps saying I'm being too rough with people and that now I need to be extra careful because if you can turn then I'm more likely to. He's been suffocating since you turned into this," he answered. He watched as the older's expression hardened and he'd be lying if he said that didn't make him feel better. Dick had always felt like a protective figure in his life. He felt like a dad. He was what one was supposed to be. He embraced the faults, praised the strengths, made Robin feel...normal. That was a very rare feeling nowadays. He missed it so much. Most of all, he missed the older. He made Bruce so much easier to deal with. He was always there to shoot him down when he said the wrong thing and forced him to give breaks. "Look here, Damian. If you want to join me in whatever this weird mix of villainy and heroism is, you're welcome to. There's always a place for you here. But what I will not allow is you feeling like you can't be a hero. You can. No matter where you're from, no matter who you are, no matter what you are," Dick told him. His voice was earnest and there was so much care laced between every word. Just hearing that made a weight lift off of Robin's shoulders. "You-you'd let me join you?"

"I'd let anyone join me. You, Tim, Jay, Babs- hell even Wally could join me. Though David might have a small problem with that," he joked. "The Wings - my new gang name by the way we needed one - are all about being inclusive. That's why we're so strong. I'm sure we could find a job for a bright and strong kid like you." Robin tried to hide the smile he had but it was shining clear as day. All Bruce had for him nowadays were critics. A compliment could go a long way sometimes, today especially. "You know I'm proud of you and that's all that matters. Do you want whipped cream and marshmallows?"

"Yeah, I think it's one of those days." 

"So what's the plan?" Dick asked as he handed him the drink. He sat across from the younger and sipped his own sweet drink with a serious expression despite the silliness of his drink. Robin shrugged, taking off one of the marshmallows and eating it disinterestedly. "You could sleep here if you don't want to go back?" Dick offered.

"We'd get in trouble," he reminded him.

"Listen, you don't have to stay here but I don't give a fuck about Bruce anymore. You can stay here if you want to. You're my little brother."

It took a few moments as Robin thought about it. He could get in trouble but he'd have his brother who made him feel awesome. Who made him feel like a son should feel. Dick would probably train him too so he wouldn't miss out and definitely let him go out as Robin. The only thing would be school but then again, he could always just run from the school. He could probably still be a hero and stay with Dick. Then again, Bruce would probably track him down and snatch him away. He could just sneak out again. "Grayson, I'd really like to stay here but I want to remain a hero. I am not destined to join you. At least, for now, I believe I'm not," he stated.

"I'd never force you to join me. The offer will always be there," Dick responded. He took out his radio again. "Robin is staying here indefinitely. Any attacks on him outside of a training environment will result in permanent termination. Over."

"What of your lover? Will he not mind my presence?" he asked.

"David? No, he loves you. Even if he didn't, I could convince him to let you stay here. You two could have some bonding time too."

"You're not joking? I can really stay here?" 

"Hell yeah! Now drink up before your hot chocolate turns to cold chocolate."

The search for Damian had gone on for hours until Alfred got a call. "Wayne residence, who's speaking?"

"Hey Alfie, heard you had a missing teenager on your hands," Dick's signature voice replied. The butler relaxed instantly upon hearing it, breathing a sigh of relief. 

"Oh thank goodness you found him. Shall I send Master Bruce to collect him?"

"No, that's not necessary. Dami wants to stay with me for a while. He's keeping with the hero gig so don't worry. Haven't tainted him just yet," he assured the older. 

"I wouldn't suspect you to. What should I tell Master Bruce? He'll want to know where his son is."

"Get him on the phone real quick, I'll let him know." Alfred was admittedly suspicious of the former boy wonder but he trusted him to not be too silly. He knew what he was doing more often than not.

"A moment then sir." He put Dick on hold whilst he looked around for Bruce. He found him in the Batcave, reviewing CCTV in hopes of finding his lost protege. He handed the phone to him with a warning glare. "He's safe sir. Don't be stupid." Bruce raised an eyebrow at him as he took the phone. He expected to hear Damian say something like he hated him and would never come home but instead he heard his eldest. "Sup B, missing a little terror?"

"What did you do with him?" he asked angrily. Of course, his eldest had something to do with this. He probably lured Damian away as a form of payback. 

"Nothing. He's in my care now. He's still a hero before you accuse me of turning him," Dick snapped.

"You bring him back here right now or I'll raid your base."

"You and what army B?" He sounded so confident which only infuriated the dark knight further. "Listen to me real quick because I might actually salvage your relationship with the kid. Don't you ever fucking demean him and say he'll turn out like me. He's got a good head on his shoulders. If anything, you'll push him to my side. You're a dickhead and not half the man you used to be. I hesitate to even call you Damian's father because you've done jack shit recently." 

"You're one to talk-"

"Not done Brucie. If you ever want to see this kid again, you're gonna change. You either become the person you were when I was his age or you say goodbye to the family that has dealt with your bullshit for far too long. Alfred may have your back but the rest of us? I'm not too sure," Dick told him. He was deadly serious too. "Damian is staying with me until he wants to go back. If you try to take him from me, I won't hesitate to paralyze you. Remember, you have no army against me. Not when it comes to this. Have a nice night B."  The line went dead and Bruce took the phone from his ear. He stared at the screen for a few moments. Where did he go wrong?

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