THE AMAZING DICK GRAYSON

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Also! Ace and Titus are two different dogs because I said so. It's not a major fact but I do not feel like everyone asking why I'm referring to them as two different dogs.

LETS GET TO IT!!

Normal POV

"Calm down, Grayson." Damian said as he wrapped his arms around the child. Dick tensed at the contact, but allowed himself to be pulled backwards. "This is Timothy Drake, he's a . . . Friend."

Tim smirked at Damian calling him a friend, Damian scowled.

Dick stood where he was, and stayed there when Damian let him go. Damian held his hand out to the boy, "Knife."

Dick looked taken back and clung to it, squeezing the grip like his life depended on it. Damian held his ground and kept his hand out.

The ebony haired boy sighed and dropped it into Damian's waiting hands. Damian cracked a small smile and thanked him. "Me and Tim are going to go and talk for a minute. Stay in here."

Dick nodded mutely and turned to walk to the other side of the room.

Before Damian could even get a word out Tim said, "So that's the Talon kid? He's small."

"He's nine."

Tim chuckled, "What made you think bringing him here was the best plan?"

Damian looked back at Dick, who was sitting on the floor with Ace. "I couldn't leave him with them."

The Court, Tim understood. They were bad news.

"So why'd you call me?" Tim glanced over at Dick, "You seem to have him under control."

Damian averted his eyes, he tried everything before calling Tim for help. "I needed someone who was good with anger issues."

Tim shot Damian a hard glare, but sighed at his defeated face. "You die one time. Alright, what's he like?"

"He does like Ace, Titus wasn't to fond of him." Tim snorted, he meant Titus was scared of the tiny assassin child. "He doesn't talk much, hardly anything. He prefers body language, like Cain."

"Why didn't you call her? This is right up her ally."

"I couldn't get a hold of her." Damian gritted his teeth. "Now if you'd let me continue?" Tim made an exaggerated hand movement telling Damian to carry on.

"He's fast, Drake. One wrong move and he'll have you pinned to the floor with a knife at your neck. He– Don't say how you could never be pinned by an eight-year old. He's fast and agile, was even before he was taken. So please take into consideration everything you say and do around him."

Tim scoffed, "Yeah Yeah. Don't provoke the baby." Damian rolled his eyes and went over to Dick.

Damian crouched down to the small boy's height, "Dick." That was all it took for Dick to stare at Damian intently. Damian stared back at him, attempting to read him as he could others.

Damian looked for anything in Dick's large, discolored eyes. For fear or anxiousness, trust, nervousness.

But like Damian, he was taught to be void of emotion. And always somehow had a blank slate of a face.

"Drake is going to talk with you. Your not in any trouble, I just thought he may be able to help you. Is that okay?" Damian tried to open himself up a bit. He knew Dick read people too, searched them for any answers he may need.