Robins!

I Do Need Help

Love this song!  Sorry, I just had too.

"Go away Grayson!  I absolutely do not need your help!  I can do this by myself!" Damian Wayne yelled, and his angry voice echoed across the semi-empty mansion.

"Okay Dami, no need to yell.  I can hear you fine!" Dick Grayson replied, in an only slightly annoyed voice, and he walked out of the room, slamming the door shut close behind him.

Damian turned back to his math homework.  He really did need help, and Dick had sensed it.  But Damian would rather figure it out by himself than have any help at all, because he was independent of anyone's help and he would rather do everything by himself.  After all, he was ten, and he needed to do everything by himself.  That's what responsible adults did right?  Right.

And so that's what he was gonna do.

"Hey demon child, do you need help?  Dick said you were having some trouble.  And I am practically an expert at anything math, not to brag or anything!" Tim said proudly, leaning against the door of Damian's black painted room.

"Oh shut up and go away!" Damian shouted, leaning his head over his desk and scrunching up his face in an annoyed way.

"What is it?  Decimals and fractions right?  You know, multiplying is so much easier than adding!  Are you there yet?  Or maybe you have a calculator right?  Those things are really really useful.  Especially when you need to start graphing, these things are totally boss!" Tim continued, practically not even paying attention to Damian's obvious frustration.

"Look Drake, I don't need help!  Please, just spare me and leave!  I can do this myself!  Stop making me feel like a baby!" Damian hollered, tears almost springing from his eyes as he threw a sai at Tim. 

Tim ducked down so quick and shut the door so fast that the sai embedded itself into the hard wood.  A normal person with 0 reflexes would have had there head chopped off by that and Damian knew it, but Tim had above ordinary reflexes and Damian could count on Tim ducking out of the way.

Damian turned back to his math homework and tried to muddle his way through it the best he could.

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"An F?" Damian asked, looking at his math assignment, "How could I get an F?"

"Because you might have not understood the material?" the teacher suggested, staying a step away from Damian. Smart move teach, smart move.

"I UNDERSTOOD IT!!!" Damian bellowed.

"If you didn't understand it, your family could've helped with that.  Isn't Tim your brother?  He was fabulous with fractions Damian, he can probably be able to help you.  He's quite bright you know."

"I don't need anyone's help, I'm fine learning on my own!" Damian protested.

"You've made that plenty clear Damian, but you're lagging behind in class and disrupting the other students learning by your outbursts.  I think if you just ask for help every so often it may be beneficial to both you an me.  Because grading your horrendous papers is getting quite tiring."

Damian glared up at the man, "I don't need help!"

The teacher glared back, "You're grades say you do."

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"Damian, why are your grades dropping?" Dick asked, turning from the report card to Damian's blank face, "Are you not learning the material?   Did you fall asleep in class?"

"tt... fall asleep in class..." Damian scoffed.

"If you ask me Dickie, I think I know what the problem is." Jason said nonchalantly as he sipped a cup of coffee and took a puff on his cigarette.

"Please just tell me Jay, I have no time to beat around the bush." Dick said forwardly, knowing that if he didn't say it, Jason would be all iffy on whether he should tell or not.

"You're no fun!" Jason pouted then explained, "Damian's to afraid to ask for help!"

"Am not!" Damian retorted weakly and sticking his tongue out, but keeping his face blank.

"You know you can ask for help right?" Dick asked tiredly, "It's not like you're an adult yet.  Hell!  Even adults need help!"

"Yeah, take Dick for an example!  He never asks for help!  You're totally taking after him Dami!" Jason said with a smirk.

"Not helping my case here Jay!" Dick mumbled, whilst bat glaring at his brother.

"You don't ask for help, see!  It's okay if I don't!" Damian shouted.

"There are some things you guys just can't help with!  Unless you want to run Wayne Industries!" Dick shouted back.

"So?" Damian yelled.

"Just ask for help on the math problems Dami!" Dick yelled, the quieted down and whispered, "That's all I'm asking.  Bruce would want this."

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"Hey Drake?" Damian asked as he waltzed into Tim's room uninvited.

"What do you want Demon spawn?" Tim asked annoyed.

Damian took a deep sigh, and looked back at Dick, who was standing at the doorway watching with hawk eyes(probably why his superhero suit has a hawk on its chest), and then Damian turned back to Tim and closed his eyes as he said the three words that would change his life forever, "I need help."

A/N:  Sorry this is really short but I'm just really to lazy to write in depth :)