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jesus christ how is he not dead? pt 2 :)

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): n/a

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𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: refer to pt 1

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: ^^

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"It's been hours!" Jason exclaimed, a certain growl to his voice. "When's Alfred gonna let us see him?!"

Bruce rubbed his eyes and sighed worriedly, "When Dick's stable, Jason, just like I told you a dozen times before."

"Yeah, well, it's taking too long to get him stable!" Jason yelled. "He didn't even look all that bad! Why's it taking so long?!"

At this, Damian exhaled softly and met Jason's gaze with an incredulous look, "He looked like he's been held and tortured for three years, Todd. He could have internal bleeding, broken ribs, malnutrition, hypothermia, brain damage, memory loss... shall I go on?"

"Please don't," Tim practically whimpered.

Bruce sighed loudly, "Can you all just sit down and be quiet? Your fighting will only make the situation worse."

"I really don't see how the situation can get worse," Jason stated. "I mean, last time I saw Dick, I was barely going through puberty! For fuck's sake, he was taller than me then! How are we even supposed to react to this?! How is anything gonna be the same?! Do Tim and Damian even remember him?!"

"Of course, we do, you asshole!" Tim shoved Jason. "He's our big brother! We'd never forget him!"

Damian nodded in agreement.

Jason scoffed, "Damian was what when he disappeared? Nine? Ten? Do you have any idea how fucking different things are gonna be if he walks out of the med-bay alive? Our lives will have changed forever!"

Bruce stood up and loomed over Jason threateningly, "It doesn't matter, Jason. Dick needs his family right now and that's exactly what he's gonna get— regardless of how it changes our lives. In his mind, he's still sixteen and you're still his adoring baby brother. When he walks out of that med-bay, you will make him feel at home, you will love him, you will let him know how much you missed him, and you will help him with any and everything that requires your assistance. Got it?"

For once since he died, Jason actually looked scared. He nodded, "Yep, got it."

Before any more of the BatSons had a chance to scorn Jason, Alfred emerged from the med-bay with a tired look on his face. "You may see Master Dick now. Though, do err on the side of caution. He is... different than the Dick you may remember."

The family immediately jumped up and hurried into the medical room. There laid Dick Grayson in all his glory, shooting them the same boyish grin he'd worn when he was fifteen. Except now... it was weak and sad. Much like Dick was.

It seemed like one bandage or another covered every inch of his body, his right arm, left wrist, and left leg were all in casts, he was hooked up to all sorts of IV's, and he had stitches nearly all over his chest and face.

"Hey, guys," he croaked out, voice raspy and nearly unintelligible.

"Hey, Chum," Bruce smiled endearingly as he took a seat next to his son's bed and ran his finger's through Dick's ebony, untamable curls. "Feeling okay?"

Dick nodded, "Yeah... yeah, I'm alright. Just glad to be home, I guess. It's kinda weird, though..."

"What is?" Bruce asked.

Dick glanced around at his younger brothers, "Everyone's so different. Even Alfred. I just- I didn't realize I'd been gone so long..."

The members of his family exchanged sad glances.

Dick focused his attention on Damian, giving the youngest Wayne a guilty look, "I promised you I'd take you to the movies for your twelfth birthday, Lil' D..."

Damian, for perhaps the first time since Dick had gone missing, showed pure sadness on his face. But, as always, he pushed it away and cleared his throat before saying, "Don't even think of it, Grayson. You, after all, had no control over the situation. Though, it would be greatly appreciated if you made true on that promise when you're feeling more yourself."

Dick smiled sadly, tears welling in his sapphire eyes, "Yeah, Dami, of course."

"For now, though," Bruce started, brushing back some of Dick's ebony curls, "you just get some rest, okay? I promise, Chum, we aren't going anywhere. We'll be right here until you're back on your feet."

A silvery tear slipped down Dick's unnaturally pale face as he stared up at his father, "I missed you, B. I- I thought I'd never see you again."

To each of the brothers' surprise, Bruce's own tear slipped down his face as he cradled Dick's cheek in his hand, "Neither did I, fiule. Te iubesc."

Dick leaned into Bruce's touch, eyebrows furrowing in sadness, "Și eu te iubesc."