Trapped Under Pressure

The Overprotective Bats.

(Jason's POV)

As soon as we got to the Batcave Dickie fell unconscious. I quickly caught him not letting my baby brother hit the ground.

"Damien go get Alfred." Bruce panicked and took Dickie from me.

He carefully took off Dickies cape and shirt not wanting to further injure Dickies broken arm, and laid him on the table.

Dickies stomach now against the table, Bruce grabbed the first-aid kit.

Who attacked my baby brother...Well, let's just say whoever it was they're not going to get away with it.

Not on my watch.

When Alfred came down he immediately helped Bruce clean the wounds on Dickie's back.

The whole thought of Dickie being in this state made me angry as hell, and I storm out of the cave up to my bedroom, in a (probably) futile attempt to calm down.

(Damien's POV)

Seeing Dickie injured like this really pissed me off. How could someone do this to a little kid?

I watch as Alfred and my father stitch up the wounds on our baby birds back.

Seeing Dickie like this made me think... He's too young to be doing this.

He is a brave kid, and he shows it every day. He's been through so much, and I can't stand to see him like this. It's just too much...

Even if dad told him he wasn't allowed to do missions or be Robin in general he would probably kick our asses... Yeah he's a kid, but seriously he can fight. Never underestimate him. If you do, well... Then you have a death wish. Granted he won't kill you... But still...

I know he wants to grow up already, but he should be a kid while it lasts... Once you've grown up there is no going back. Your stuck as an adult forever.

I watch as Alfred puts a cast onto Dickie bird's arm, and I stand at Dickie bird's side. I brush his bloody bangs out of his face.

Why is it always you? Why do you always have to be the one to suffer? Why...?

(Bruce's POV)

After Jason stormed out, Timi following him and Alfred telling Damien he would make cookies and Damien rushing out of the room; I was left with Dickie. My youngest.

The one who's in this mess because I couldn't say no to him about joining in the fight against evil.

I bring my hand to his cheek. He slightly leaned into the touch and I smile a little.

"We're here for you now, my baby bird. I promise whoever did this will pay dearly."

(Timothy's POV)

I ran after Jason who stormed out of the room. I'm glad he did because it gave me a reason to leave. With Dickie in this state I couldn't bare it. I was about ready to slaughter the man.

The fact that I couldn't prevent this from happening... It made me feel useless, and I hate it.

I follow Jason to his room. He doesn't close the door so I know that means I can come in.

I could tell how furious Jason is and I sit on his bed. Anger is radiating off him in waves.

He threw a few breakable objects across the room that shattered against the wall causing me to flinch slightly.

This side of Jason scares me, and I think he noticed.

"Sorry Timi." He says and sits beside me.