What is a Batman? ✓

Chapter Eleven

Hello. I hope you enjoy this chapter. This takes place at the same time Bruce is having his conversation with Alfred.

Dick's POV

I wait until Bruce has left to speak, "So, I don't know about you guys, but that didn't go the way I expected it to." Tim and Jason both nod their heads in agreement. I look at Jason to make sure that he is okay. Jason has a look in his eye. He's pissed at Ra's, but even more at himself. Tim on the other hand looks like he is going to break down at any minute. It is clear that he's trying to be strong, but I can see that his strong exterior has multiple cracks in it. "Don't worry you guys. He'll remember. I'm sure of it. Don't be mad at yourself, Jason. I'm here for you Tim, so let it all out," I say in a soothing tone.

Jason glares at me, "I never said anything about being mad at myself."

"And, I'm fine. I don't need emotional support or anything," Tim says.

I shake my head, "I'm you're older brother. I know you guys, really well. I can see it in your eyes."

"You know, the only person I'm pissed off at is currently you," Jason scoffs. I roll my eyes and gently ruffle Tim's hair. Tim pushes my arm away, "Dick....I'm fine. I don't need to be treated like a child."

"Awwwww, but Timmy, you are only a wittle child," I say in a high pitched voice.

Jason slaps me, "Stop talking like that. You're making my ears bleed. Oh, by the way. If you can read us that well, don't you think we can do the same? From the looks of it, Goldie here is trying to act all brother-like so no one notices that he doesn't know what to do. Ha, look at that, the forever praised Golden Boy doesn't know what path to take next." Tim looks at me worried, since usually I have a solution for most problems. I sigh, "I know what to do. I'm acting as you're big brother cause it's my job. Not because I'm trying to hide anything."

"Wanna bet...." Jason says grabbing me by the shoulders and pushing me to the floor. Tim quickly pushes the coffee table as far away as he can, so nothing breaks. I glare at Jason as my back hits the floor. As I start to get back up again, Jason tackles me. We start throwing light punches at one another. Tim sighs, "Stop wrestling. Shouldn't we talk about Bruce?" I push Jason away from me and stand up. Jason groans as he sits back up. I take a seat on the couch on one side of Tim, while Jason takes the other seat. "Well, Bruce isn't remembering anything, anytime soon," Jason says.

Tim nods his head in agreement, "We tell him one story, but it's a fifty fifty shot that he actually is going to remember that event. We can't just keep telling him stories, we don't know if it's going to work. I kinda actually agree with Jason, this is just a waste of our time." I sigh and lean back into the couch. Jason is silent, for once, as well. I look at my brothers and they look back at me. "So, what now? We have no real way of getting Bruce's memories back. There's no way he can go out as Batman or Bruce Wayne. The Bruce that is in our home isn't the old man," Jason exclaims.

I shake my head, "We'll get them back, somehow. We'll find a way. Bruce is still our father, he's just having some memory issues. It's bound to happen as Bruce begins to get older." Both boys glare at me, neither finding my joke funny or appropriate. I sigh, tough crowd. "How are we going to get it back? We already tried all that we can. We tried to recall old memories, but that didn't exactly work out. We tried Martian Manhunter, but he was unable to get past Bruce's mental shields. Shouldn't we consider what to do if Bruce never does remember," Tim says with a frown upon his face.

Jason looks at me, "The replacement is right, Dick. We tried everything we can. There's nothing more we can do."

"No, guys, there's still a chance he can remember. We have to at least take that chance. We can try to break down the barriers that Bruce has set up in his mind," I explain.

Tim shakes his head, "Martian Manhunter already tried that. He couldn't do it."

"So, than we try to do it. Martian Manhunter doesn't know Bruce like we do. We know him better than anyone. We can try to break the barriers ourselves. We can contact Martian Manhunter and ask him to bring us with him into Dad's head," I say. My brothers look at me like I've lost my mind. "We don't know if it will work or not," Tim says.

"We're never going to know if we don't try. What's the worst that could happen? We at least have to give it a shot," I refute. Jason and Tim look at one another, they have a silent conversation. They glance at me every so often. I look at them, awaiting their reply. "Fine. We'll give it a shot. But. We need to start talking about what to do if Bruce doesn't remember," Jason finally answers.

I nod, "Deal. But, let me contact Martian Manhunter to tell him to come over, first," I stand up and head to the Batcave. I contact Martian Manhunter and receive a response saying, he will be here in an hour. I quickly return to the study and sit back down, "Alright, let's talk."

"Good. Who's going to be in charge of Wayne Enterprises?" Tim asks.

"Definitely not me," Jason states.

"We're jumping right into this aren't we?" I say, "I don't think any of us are old enough to take over a company. I think Lucius Fox will lead until one of us are old enough to take over as CEO."

"Alright, that's taken care of. What about Batman? Are you going to become the Dark Knight full-time, Dickwad?" Jason asks.

"I guess. I don't really want to stop being Nightwing, but I could always pass the mantle onto Tim," I reply.

"R-really? You want me to take over as Nightwing?!" Tim exclaims.

I nod, "Well, maybe when you're a bit older. I still need a Robin to be by my side when I'm being all broody..." Tim smiles at my words and his eyes light up with joy.

"I'm offended, Goldie. You didn't even consider asking me if I wanted to be Nightwing. Just gave it to the replacement without a second thought," Jason scoffs.

"Sorry, Jay. I don't want you to taint the greatness of the Nightwing title. You're meant to be the Red Hood and only the Red Hood," I reply with a grin.

Jason glares at me, "Taint the greatness of the Nightwing title. Taint it, my ass. What greatness is there? You go around leaping off buildings in spandex and you hit people with sticks...."

"You're just jealous that I'm a more liked hero than you are," I say sticking my tongue out. Jason looks at me with a murderous glint in his eyes. "Wh-what are we going to do about Dad? Is he going to stay with us? Is he going to have to leave?" Tim says in a whispered tone. Both Jason and I look at Tim with concerned looks on our faces. I hadn't really put much thought into what would happen to Bruce if he never remembered. He couldn't stay here because than he would have to go out as Bruce Wayne. The Bruce Wayne that the press has come to know, isn't the Bruce Wayne inside of this house. "He's gonna have to fake his death or something like that," Jason says, "Than he's going to have to leave Gotham."

"He can't leave. He's our Dad. Who's going to look after us?" Tim asks his voice cracking.

I place my hand on Tim's shoulder, "Don't worry. This is only if Bruce doesn't remember, there's a chance that he may..." We all look at one another, sadness shining through our eyes. We are all trying to be hopeful, but the same thought is going through all of our heads. We're going to lose our Dad. We sit there in silence when suddenly we hear the door opening, "Boys, I need to tell you something."

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