Weakness

1) Ice, Ice, Baby

-Once again, if you didn't read the description, RATED M FOR VIOLENCE AND LANGUAGE -

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Disclaimer: I don't own DC or there'd be shows and movies purely about the Batfam and yeah

EDIT: I changed the temperatures to Fahrenheit to make it more accurate to the setting of the DC franchise - I will be editing each chapter to make sure there isn't any discrepancies 

It was an inside joke. Each of the 'batfam' had a weakness.

No one - not even Alfred - knew Batman's.

Damian's was easy; Damian's was the heat. Couldn't stand it; he got way too hot way too quickly.

Tim's was the dark. Was never found asleep without either a light on or the door open with a light on outside.

Jason's was water. He couldn't hold his breath and had panic attacks when he had prolonged contact; say he was in a pool.

Dick had two; cold and poison. He froze in twelve degrees (C) and never left the house with a jacket on. And the poison traveled at least three times as fast through his bloodstream as he didn't clot easily.

Alfred had one too; as impossible as it seems. His was his age; he was nimble, yes, quick, yes, agile, yes, but occasionally his limbs cramped, or he had trouble breathing.

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"What? Is Todd afraid of a puddle?" Damian teased.

"You know fully well why I am, demon!" Jason shot back.

"Guys!" Dick said. He frowned when they ignored him. Again. "Guys!" He yelled more sharply. Two pairs of green eyes shot towards him. "No. Arguing. Damian, stop teasing Jay about his weakness. Jason, stop calling Damian a demon. It's not that hard."

Damian snickered. "For you. You see, Grayson, unlike us, you actually care about us. We don't. Simple."

"Learn to care." Was Dick's reply before he walked out of the room. Tim stopped drinking his coffee, (he had been listening to them argue) and Damian and Jason were silent. Dick was always patient, always understanding, never snappish, or short tempered. They wondered what was wrong.

Meanwhile, Dick collapsed into the darkest corner of his room. After a few seconds of silence, he jumped up into the rafters of his room, disappearing into the shadows because of his black hair and dark clothes. He placed his head in his hands, sighing. He shouldn't have snapped, he should have defused the situation. But he was tired of being the peacemaker for fights that always started back up again. He was tired of just being known as 'the only one that cares.'

There was a knock on the window. Dick, startled, jumped, before moving slowly to a position where he could see the window. Tim was there, and he looked around fearfully. It was dark outside, and he hated it. Dick opened it, and hid in the shadows again.

"Look, I'm sorry about how I acted earlier -" Dick started, but was cut off.

"A) Damian and Jason are at your door and have been for the past twenty minutes, and B) you aren't the one that should be apologising. We should be." Tim said. Dick was confused; how long had he been in there? He stretched down an arm, helped Tim up to the rafters, before opening the door and leaning against the wall. Tim blinked, he had never been up there before. His eye caught the cameras in the corners; none of them were on. He smirked; Dick hacked them.