Dick - 22
Damian - 13
Jon - 10
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No One's POV
After Dick had fought off Slade's minions, leaving them unconscious on the ground, he scrambled to Damian; he tapped his shoulders, trying to wake him. "Damian? Wake up!"
He groaned, flinching at Dick's touch. 'Good, he's conscious,' Dick thought to himself while picking his baby brother up. Damian's eyes fluttered open as he stared at him. "Grayson?"
Dick hushed him, walking to his room. Upon setting him down on his feet, Damian toppled over, groaning. "The injection must've done something to you, Little D." Damian slowly regained himself, scowling at Dick.
"No, really?" After seeing Dick's worried face, he sighed. "Sorry. It hurts to move and breathe." Dick picked him up again, and rested him on his bed. "Here, I'll go get an antidote. Bruce outta have one."
Damian surprisingly chuckled weakly. "Father would have one. He knows every poison there is, since he has gotten poisened by every poison there is."
Dick smiled, leaving Damian alone to rest. Instead, he weakly reached for his laptop, setting it on his lap. He put himself in a sitting up position, turning the laptop on.
He decided to FaceTime Jon.
"Hi Damian," Jon's happy voice squeaked from the other side of the software. Damian just rolled his eyes, groaning. "Now I feel like it was a bad idea doing this."
Looking back at the screen, he stared in shock to find that the call was over. "Kent?" "Right here Dami!"
Damian almost jumped and screamed at Jon's sudden appearance if not for his training. "What're you doing here Kent?"
Jon smiled, crossing his arms. "Why'd you call me Wayne?" Damian simply tsked, shoving his laptop away from him.
"Gosh Dami. You look horrible! What happened?" "An injection filled with poison happened."
Jon winced, squinting an eye shut. "Ouch." Damian simply let himself fall back into a laying down position. "It could've been worse. I mean, I could've died."
Jon sat beside Damian. "Right," he said a bit warily
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Jon watched Damian rest. Dick had come in earlier to give Damian his antidote, and it knocked him out instantly. He felt bad for the assassin.
"You don't have to stay, alien," Damian slurred in his sleep. "Ah, right. Mom is probably worried about me." Collecting himself, he opened Damian's window. "Bye Dami. Hope you feel better."
With that, Jon left, and Damian felt alone once more.
