Damian's P.O.V

"Okay so Todd, remember the plan?" I asked.

"How could I forget?" Todd shot at me.

"Okay, yeah, whatever, Drake?" I shoot.

"Yeah got it." he says through a com.

I jump to the window, knowing that one the other side of the pane, was my brother.

I peered through the window and almost fell over in shock.

Grayson was in a terrible state.  His shirt was off, and I wasn't aware he had that many scars, and the thought scared me that he had even more coming to him.  His mask was ripped at the top and I could see one blue eye, peeking out.  On his leg was one long scar, red and bloody.  I cringed when I saw the pool of blood that gathered around him.

I signaled to Todd and continued making distraction with Drake, they were doing well.  I removed the pane and slid into the room.

"Grayson?" I was almost afraid to ask.

"Damian? Why are you here? You should be at home, safe." Grayson heaved.

"No.  I should be right here, saving my big brother's butt, and telling him I'm sorry.  Sorry for being such a terrible brother, I should of been there with you."  I flinched at the revelation.

"Damian..... you know something?  You have never been a 'terrible' brother.  You've just been one that has constantly failed to recognize what I would for you.  I would sacrifice myself for you.  I want you to know that."

I opened my eyes, I really never knew the extent of his love for me.  Though I knew mine, it was endless, I guess he was the same.  And honestly, he is the light of my darkness(Quick A/N interruption:  Thank you I_am_Batbreon for that amazing quote!)..... though I can never admit it to him.

"Hey, can I get out of here now?" Grayson raised an eyebrow at me,"Cause that's what you came for right?"

I smiled, and helped my broken looking brother up and spoke into my com,"Escape, I got the package."

"I'm not a package." glared my big brother.

Yeah, big brother.  I'm not afraid to say it now.  Cause he is.  And I will embrace that.

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Todd was driving the Batmobile, with Drake sitting next to them.  They were laughing about something that happened during the 'distraction'.

I took this as a moment to ask something to Dick, who had a shirt back on.  Thank goodness, the scars were getting a little much.

"Grayson?"

"Yeah?"

"How did you get all those scars?"

Silence.  Grayson looked out the window.

"No really, tell us."  Drake added.

Jason shifted in his seat,"Yeah Dickie, what happened."

"Lot's of them were from when I was younger." Grayson looked down.

"Like 13?"  Drake asked.

"More like 9."  Grayson said.

"Nine?  What the heck?" I spluttered,"That's weird!"

"You're ten!" Grayson pointed out.

"Yeah, I don't have any scars!  What did you do?" I asked, trying hard so that my voice wasn't laced with concern.

"I protected Batman, I took whips for him, bullets for him, punches, and so on,"  Grayson looked at me,"I kept doing that, which is why I have scars.  I was bullied and punched around.  Also when I was thirteen, I was on a team, and since I was the smallest, the weakest, the main target, the most delicate, most fragile, I was always beat up on by the villains, and taken and kidnapped for ransom.  Because my team hated to see me bleed and scar up, they took the ransom or rescued me.  I was beat up pretty bad because of it.  Also on the trapeze I sometimes fall, and I don't use a net.  Even today, I get beaten up.  Not that bad though.  I used to cut myself with a knife and stuff.  Bruce stopped me before I ended up killing myself though."

I gulped and looked at my big brother.  The leader, the strongest, the calmest, the fearless, the planner.  Bullied?  Ransomed?  Kidnapped?  Cutting himself?  Killing himself?  Weak? Who is this person sitting next to me?

"Grayson?" I looked at his tearing face.

"I'm fine." he stops crying and becomes serious.

"No you're not!" Todd cried,"I know you Dickie, every time you say that, it really means you aren't okay.  Then you go to your room and cry.  I've heard you!"

"It's not like that." Grayson looks away.

"I've heard your conversations with Bruce.  I know you still cut yourself." Todd admits.

"I...." Grayson stops suddenly,"We're here, anyway, let's go."

"No." I stand and glare at my brother,"You can't do this to yourself,

Grayson stops and looks at me,"Yes I can.  I can't help it."

"Help what?" Drake asks.

"The feeling of death and guilt, I can't escape it.  Pain helps me forget it."  Grayson says.

"You can't do this to yourself!" I yell, I'm angry.  I want to say something, but am nervous, but I'll say it anyway,"What if you die?!  What will I do?!  Why do you leave me like that?!"

Everybody looks at me in surprise, and  I speak again,"I can't lose you Grayson, I love you."

Grayson looks surprised, but he pulls me to his chest,"You won't lose me, Dami."

"I'm losing you bit by bit." I cry into his chest.

"Dami, stop!  Stop crying, I can't help myself!  But I'll stay with you okay?  I'll try!" Grayson says and picks me up and starts carrying me to the mansion,"Because I love you, okay?"

"Yeah," I whisper into his arms, feeling my conscience fade away,"I love you too.  Brother."