THE AMAZING DICK GRAYSON

Countdown to 100!

You guys wanted a part 2 of the thing I did with Spyral. So your gonna get a part 2!

(And remember all those who have read the Grayson comics I am pretty much just using the basic idea of the Grayson comic run. I'm screwing with a it's timeline a lot. So don't come at me for it being a bit odd! Thanks!)

LETS GO!!

Normal POV

Damian was alive.

It was a simple sentence that Dick just couldn't seem to understand.

How long had he been alive? Did he actually die? Why didn't Bruce tell him that Damian was alive?!

He was seated with his back against the dresser where the clock sat. Holding the small communicator in his hand while he stared out the dark window.

If Damian was alive, and surprised to hear him, that meant he was mourning him too!

This was not a fun undercover mission.

Faking his death, infiltrating this weird place. Having to be ok with killing.

He just wanted to go back home and see Damian.

And Tim, and Jason, and Alfred, man he missed them. And they had to mourn both him and Damian! 

God.

Why did he do this? Why wasn't Bruce contacting him? Why was he still here? Why couldn't he just go home?

Dick's grip on the communicator tightened.

No one was stopping him from going home. Technically, Bruce hadn't denied him coming home.

But Mr. Minos wouldn't let him leave that easy, he'd sick Helena or Agent 1 on him. They'd find him in Gotham.

Oh screw it!

He wanted to see Damian! He wanted to see Tim, and Jason, and Alfred, and Bruce, and Barbara, and the rest of the Justice League.

He wanted to go home!

So he was going home.

Damian slammed a fist on the desk.

Bruce had Dick out there. Bruce made Dick go and be his spy.

Bruce put Dick in danger, dammit!

They said he was dead! They said some crime syndicate revealed his identity as a hero to the world then strapped him to bomb connected to his damn heart!

They said Lex Luthor killed his little brother! His boy!

Bruce lied!

Bruce hid him, put him in some unknown place, then abandoned him!

Amnesia or not, Damian was ready to punch his father who didn't remember him.

Damian took a breathe, violence wasn't needed at the moment. Dick needed help.

He was with Spyral. That was for sure. Where they operated and how he could get to Dick were the questions.

The communicator crackled, Damian scrambled to grab the mic. "Dami?" Dick said shakily.

"I'm here, Gra- Dick."

"I wanna come home." Damian's heart tugged for the boy.

"I want you home too."

"Can I come home now? Bruce won't be mad?"

Bruce doesn't get a say because of his condition. Even if he did, it wouldn't matter.