Muffled shouting. That's what Dick could hear. His eyelids were too heavy to lift, removing his ability to see the world. A light thumping started at the back of his head. There was something on his arm. No. In his arm. He felt the tape over it. His breathing was slow and steady. He was chemically calm. There was a light beeping in the background of the shouting. It was beginning to get louder like he was slowly being ripped from unconsciousness. What had happened to put him in this place? Oh yes, Slade. God, he hoped that man knew his luck. He would've pulled that trigger, he would. Or would he? Could he even stand to kill someone without an order? He wouldn't have been forced to kill him. It would've been a murder in cold blood. He tried to open his eyes and was this time successful. The shouting was more prominent as he moved his head and tried to sit up. He yelped in pain, snatching the attention of the others. He couldn't yet recognise them but he knew they were familiar. They had to be.

As the figures became clearer he recognised it as Damian, Tim and Jason. Damian was upset and Tim looked like he'd been sobbing for hours. He had a burst lip and a slightly bruising eye. Jason looked guilty, very guilty, like a boy who had just been caught doing something he shouldn't have. Tears were brimming in all their eyes as they stared at Dick. Then Damian ran forward and wrapped his arms around him. Dick winced in pain but returned the hug. "You saved my life twice today, thank you," Damian said with, what was that? Pride? Pride seemed right. Tim then joined in and hugged him tighter. Again he winced but melted into the hug. "Get off him before you kill him," Jason ordered. They let go but shot him angry looks.

"How are you feeling?" Tim asked, softening his gaze for Dick. He ran a hand through Dick's hair with worry. "As good as I can be I think," he replied with a smile. "What were you fighting about before I woke up? I could hear you but couldn't listen," he asked. 

"We were fighting about you," Tim answered honestly. 

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you did everything right today." Damian jumped in quickly. 

"It's Jason who we were angry at. He shouldn't have accused you of ratting us out." Tim added, giving Jason a quick glare. "He was right to assume Tim. I-I did want to rat you out." He received surprised looks from everyone and thought it would be best to explain. "I was angry. There had been no attempt to get me back since I left you and I thought you didn't care about me anymore. I thought if I just kept my head down whilst it happened then it would all be okay but." He stopped and wiped away the tears he'd subconsciously let loose. "But I couldn't. I knew it was wrong and I'm so sorry that I ever thought I could do it. I'm so sorry." He began to repeat that last sentence over and over as he hid his face in his hands. Jason got up and hugged him. "You have nothing to be sorry for. You have a right to be angry with us after we couldn't find you." He couldn't bear to see the small boy's frame tremble anymore than it already was. "Grayson the important thing is you didn't do what you thought you could. You still saved us," Damian insisted. "Yeah, I wanted to kill Slade tonight but I didn't. Just because you thought of something bad before you did good doesn't make what you did any worse," Tim assured him. Dick looked up at them with a questioning look. "You're not mad?" he asked. 

"Of course not silly. We never would be." Tim answered.

There were a few moments of silence before Bruce walked in. Seeing Dick awake was enough to make his face light up. "I'm glad you're awake," he announced with a warm smile. Dick smiled back, receiving a hug from him. "Boys can you give us a minute?" he asked. Reluctantly, they all walked out but stayed just outside the door to listen in. Bruce took a seat beside Dick and held his hand to comfort him. "I know what you've been through has been hard and I don't think I'm capable of handling your...issues in the correct way." Dick retracted his hand, a more frightened expression sweeping across his face. "You're sending me back?" His voice sounded terrified. 

"No no no," Bruce replied instantly, calming him down. "I just think it would be better for you to review some therapy. There's a hero I know who will help but I need to know you're going to cooperate," he finished. Dick nodded then smiled to himself. 

"You promise it will help?"

"I promise." Dick held out his pinky with a growing smile. 

"Pinky promise?" Bruce laughed at this but wrapped his pinky around his. 

"I pinky promise." They laughed then Dick sighed, his eyes landing on the machines around him. "Bruce, I know it's a lot to ask but I was wondering." Bruce tensed up, dreading the end of the sentence. "Did you ever catch the guy who...killed them?" Bruce shook his head.

"We were so busy trying to find you we didn't think to." Dick moved his eyes to him. There was a shimmer of hope in them. "Then does that mean I could help bring him down? In a non-fatal way of course." 

"Are you saying you want to be a hero? Like us?" Bruce asked. 

"If you'd let me." Bruce grinned excitedly. 

"We'll have to wait till you're all healed up but that just gives us plenty of time to work out your hero name."

"Actually I already have one. Robin."

"Like Red Robin?" Bruce questioned, slightly jealous. "

No, my Mama said when I was on the trapeze I was like a robin." He smiled at the young boy. The innocence, although small, was still there and he felt like he needed to protect him even more. "Welcome to the Batfamily."

No matter where you come from or where you go, you can still do justice no matter what.