The Phantom Robin

12: Angry Robin

"Grayson, what are you doing?" Damian narrowed his eyes at his older brother.

The circus boy didn't bother looking away from the small Batcomputer, his brows furrowed deeply. He was trying his best to look into Amity Park, almost desperately. He needed to see how his brother lived. He needed to make sure their Aunt and Uncle at least treated him right. Yet, there was someone blocking him.

Blocking the batcomputer!

"They're hiding something." He scowled.

Damian raised an eyebrow, leaning over Grayson's shoulder to observe what was causing his frustration. His green eyes scanned the screen, watching the Denied Access screen appear twice more. He made a noise in the back of his throat, leaning in closer.

"It is a no-name town, what would they have to hide?"

The youngest Wayne moved from behind his brother to sitting beside him. His eyes scanned the lines of code- that came from the town Mayor's cyber security- that were shown, looking for something strange. He couldn't see it, not yet. He bet Drake could find it. And that annoyed him.

Another Access Denied screen appeared, and Dick lost it.

Damian couldn't stop himself from flinching back as sparks flew across the keyboard, glass following. He stared wide-eyed at the feral sight of the usually calm Dick Grayson. His entire face seemed to just be a flamed with pure rage, eyes wide and teeth bared like an animal. He hadn't even registered that he was bleeding.

"G-Grayson." The ex-assassin swallowed thickly, unsure how to proceed. This wasn't his area of expertise, and- if he could at least be truthful to himself- Grayson was starting to scare him a bit.

Those blue eyes snapped to his younger brother, a wild look that just screamed danger. Everything inside the young assassin told him he was in danger! He hated that feeling, especially since Grayson of all people was making him feel it!

"Grayson... Breathe." His voice sounded strong, but his body was beginning to shake.

Dick closed his eyes, taking deep breath. By the fifth exhale, he pulled his hand back, wincing as the pain finally registered. He cradled his hand, wincing again when he saw the broken computer.

"Shit... B and Alfie are gonna ground me."

Damian scoffed, crossing his arms and leaning back.

"As you would say, 'that is an understatement'... Let's fix your hand first."

The two brothers made a quiet march over to the in-cave medbay. It was always stocked with the finest medical equipment that money could buy. It was almost funny how no one ever noticed that.

Still, they quietly just sat there while Damian too care of his idiot brother's hand. It was as if they both didn't want to acknowledge what had happened just moments ago. It was so, so rare to see Dick lose himself to his temper like that. He was always joking around, laughing or just childishly pouting... Never once did the ex-assassin see his 'older brother' look so dangerous.

"Sorry, you shouldn't have seen that." The older man muttered, lightly scratching at his arm.

The young Wayne scoffed, not looking effected in the slightest. At least, that was the air he tried to put on.

"Why are you so desperate to look into that town anyway?"

Dick stayed quiet for a moment. His face was tight, lips thinned.

"What he said at dinner... I... I need to know what happened in Amity." He paused, letting his head fall into his uninjured hand, groaning a little. "It's all so annoying and confusing." He finished.

The short Robin stayed silent, unsure of what to say next. This sounded like a serious conflict of emotions, a conflict that very clearly was getting just a bit too violent. A violence that was likely going to kill someone, be it one of the Bats or an enemy was left to be seen.

"Richard John Greyson!" A thundering voice echoed throughout the cave.

The two boys flinched, the oldest more so than the younger.

"Shit."

Instantly, the two oldest men of the house appeared at the entrance of the medical wing. A mixture of anger and worry on their faces.

"Master Richard." Alfred's tone was pure disappointment.

The old butler moved into the room, tenderly picking up the wrapped hand. His expert eyes scanned the stitches and the wrapping. He gave a firm nod to both of them.

Bruce moved in soon after, seemingly looming over the pair.

"Why is it broken?"

Dick looked away from the disappointed glare that was given to him. Greyson had grown out of his destructive behavior... At least that's what they both thought.

"Amity has better cyber security than I thought..." He admitted, his nose wrinkling.

The Grandfather and father-figures sighed heavily, letting it all go. They both could see that having Danny- his lost brother- back was doing something to him. Bringing back horrible memories and unfinished promises.

Bruce kindly squeezed Dick's shoulder, trying to be comforting.

"No more destroying computers... Talk with us."

Dick swallowed thickly, not looking any of them in the eyes as he nodded. It felt wrong to agree, because they all knew he likely wouldn't. After all, he was a Wayne as much as he was a Greyson, and Wayne's were terrible with dealing with their emotions properly.