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well this got dark fast pt 2

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): n/a

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𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: pt 2 so iffu wanna know, read the first part. i sure as hell don't remember it lol so sucks to be y'all

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: ⚠️ seggual ass@ult ⚠️ drugs, s*icide, alcoholism

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i didn't proof read so sorry for any mistakes smh

"Father!" Damian came barreling down into the Batcave. "Father!"

"Damian?" Bruce looked up, confused. "What it is?"

"Something's wrong with Richard," Damian explained hurriedly. "Todd sent me to get you."

"What's wrong with him?" Bruce asked as he stood up and followed his panicked son back up into the Manor.

"I don't know," Damian breathed. "Todd forced me to leave before I could understand what was happening. I do, however, know that he is under the influence of, most likely, marijuana."

"Weed?" Bruce repeated with raised eyebrows. "Dick? I'm not sure about that, Damian. Dick has a very strict no drugs rule."

"Just trust me, Father," Damian huffed as they trampled up the stairs. "I'm quite certain he's high. And he said something about someone drugging him on a date two months ago before Todd forced me to leave. I do not understand why he wouldn't tell us about this sooner. The drug could have been poisoned. He could be sick."

Bruce stopped in his tracks, face turning white like he'd seen a ghost. His throat was suddenly dry and he had to gulp to be able to breathe. He stared at the confusion on his youngest's face.

Surely it wasn't what he feared it was. Surely not. But then... why would Jason make Damian leave if it was anything else? Why would Jason ask for help at all if it was anything else? If Dick was just high and spewing funny stories, Jason would record it and put it on TikTok. But for him to ask Damian to get Bruce to come and help? It had to be serious. And in this situation, there was one majorly serious thing that could have happen and that terrified Bruce.

"Father?" Damian questioned. "Why have you stopped? Is it your knee? Todd told me last week that you're getting old and we need to start helping you do things like this. Do you need me to get Dra-"

"Damian," Bruce cut the boy off. He finished climbing the steps and knelt down in front of the thirteen-year-old, "I need you to listen very closely, okay?"

Damian nodded, "Yes, Father."

Bruce stared into his son's icy blue eyes, "I need you to go into Tim's room. Tell him the two of you are to stay in there until I, Alfred, or Jason come and tell you it's okay to leave. Tell him that if I catch either of you walking around, it's no patrol for six months-- and I mean that, Damian. Six months. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Damian started, "but, Father, I don't understand. What's happening? Grayson was drugged two months ago. What's the big deal?"

Bruce took a deep breath and shook his head, "When you're older, Damian." He gently pushed his son in the direction of Tim's room, "Now, go. And turn on the TV or some music or something. I don't want either of you listening in."

Damian looked confused but nodded nonetheless, "Yes, Father." He shot the older man one more worried look before going where he was told to. As soon as he was gone, Bruce exhaled softly and stood
up, rushing down the hall to his eldest's room. He pushed the door open to see Dick coloring in some coloring book all the while lip-syncing to girl in red. Jason sat in a chair next to him, watching him like a hawk until Bruce cleared his throat, getting the younger of the two's attention.