ʀᴇᴄʟᴜsᴇ! homesick

CH 35: Drained

My room in the Manor is an absolute mess, diagrams and sticky notes cover my walls. I'm laying on my stomach on my bed, trying to take notes for my classes, but I can't focus.

My mind is melted from over processing, sighing, I took a break from non stop working.

I walk into the hallway, and notice that Cassandra's door to her room is open.

"Hey Miss Cass, I'm going to the kitchen, do you want me to grab you something?" I ask, while popping my head into her room.

She looks up from her phone and shakes her head. "No."

"Okay," I tell her, and I slide down the banister, to the kitchen.

I rummage the pantry for food, until I hear the boys arguing.

Again.

Why do I always have to be the peace maker?

I mean, Dick was pretty good at stopping fights between his siblings... until he got involved.

I turn around the corner, and Damian has already pulled out a knife and is trying to stab Tim with it.

"No knives!" Dick yells at Damian, rushing to break them up.

"$50 on Demon Spawn." Jason says casually, as he walks by the fight.

Seriously Jason?

"You could at least try to help them!" Dick complains to Jason.

"If you keep babying them, how are they ever going to learn to get along?" Jason retorts.

Jason and Dick start yelling at each other, while Tim is trying to get the baby assassin off of him, without dying.

And yes, this is a normal Saturday at Wayne Manor.

"EVERYBODY STOP!" I scream.

Damian pauses over Tim, and Jason stops arguing with Dick.

"Oh my gosh, you guys are supposed to be heroes. You should be ashamed fighting like this."

"Well he started it!" Tim accused, glaring at Damian.

Here we go.

"Dick and Jason, stop arguing. Dick, I know you feel betrayed being left alone to deal with Bruce, but how does Jason feel? He died, was resurrected by the Lazarus Pit, and was forced to train with the League of Assassins. And nobody knew. He went through pit madness all by himself, and is still dealing with the after effects. Give him a break, he's trying to change. Jason, Bruce didn't replace you. He never would. Do you know that you are the only Robin that has their suit encased in the cave, and the only Robin he has a picture of on his desk? Bruce cares too much, and that's why he doesn't show it. You made Batman who he is today. He didn't just lose a Robin that day, he lost a son. But Bruce needed Tim just as Tim needed him when his parents died."

I took a deep breath, because I was only halfway through my rant.

"Tim and Damian. I am so tired of you right now. Tim, Damian has tried to kill everyone in this room, get over it. I know it feels personal, of course it does, everything Damian does is personal because he's your brother, like it or not. Damian, just stop being stabby and murderous for two seconds. There are people who actually care about you, and pushing them away is only going to make it worse for you. Got it?"

I stop chastising them, and the four boys look sheepish, avoiding my eyes.

I stomp off in frustration. I'm already stressed out because of college, the fact I can't go out as Dark Web, and now to top it off, I had to practically babysit 4 vigilantes.