My Boys

Chapter 3

*Recap

"All of them, they said that Dick had a panic attack, Tim apparently has like broken ribs or something, they said he was in a lot of pain. And Damian locked himself in a closet or something."

"What about Jason?"

" oh, they said he never showed up." This day seriously couldn't get any better Bruce thought to himself. It's only been a few hours. Could they really not handle themselves? Was this really a bigger problem then he realized.

"Alright." Bruce rose from his chair and grabbed his jacket.

"Mr Wayne you have a lot of work and,.. and you have a meeting later today and y—."

"I know,...but I have to figure out what's wrong with my kids."

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*At the School

Bruce hurried into the crowded school to the main office. He has never had to pick any of the boys up early from school. Most of the kids stared at him as he made his way through the halls. But he was to lost in thought to notice.

He was worried about the boys. They apparently were not as fine as Bruce believed. They must have been quite the opposite to be caught in these types of situations at school.

Dick would never willingly have a panic attack in front of anyone, not even Bruce. None of them would ever let anyone here know they were injured. And Damian would never show any emotion publicly.

"Mr. Wayne! Mr. Wayne!" Bruce turned around to see an oldish women calling for him. She briskly walked toward him. Then put her hand out to shake his. "Hello I'm Mrs. Windsor. I'm the school psychologist. Will you follow me please?"

She took him through many hallways in silence until they stopped in the middle of a hallway facing a single door. "It has come to my understanding that your son Damian has refused to leave this classroom."

"Do you know why?"He could tell that she was trying to get some kind of read off him. So he made sure to keep his facial expressions as neutral as possible.

"His teacher said that in the middle of class he started to cry. When she tried to comfort him, he curled up in a ball underneath his desk and refused to move."

"How long has he been like that?"

"About an hour, it took a while to get a hold of you." Bruce let out a sigh. He was going to have to have a long conversation with his new assistant about answering the phone. And apparently about telling him very important details in the phone calls too.

"Sorry about that." Someone on the inside of the room then opened the door. It was Damian's teacher she gave Bruce a worried look as she stepped out of the room. Mrs. Windsor went in first then Bruce. He was saddened by the sight of his child laying on the floor hugging his knees to his chest.

"I'll be outside, Hopefully he'll talk to you." He watched as she left and quietly closed the door behind her. It was just Bruce and Damian. He wasn't really sure how to comfort him, he's never really had to before. He walked over to Damian and sat next to where he lay. Damian didn't move and Bruce still couldn't see his face.

"Hey bud." Damian slightly twitched at the sound of his father's voice but not enough for Bruce to see. "I heard that you were having a bad day." Bruce waited a few seconds before continuing just in case Damian wanted to talk. "You know, I'm here if you want to talk about it. I promise I won't be mad at you for talking about it."

Bruce could always tell when Damian was upset. He just didn't understand why Damian would never talk to him about his feelings. Until he realized recently the reason was because of his mother. She would Damian that emotions were a sign of weakness. And deep down Damian was scared that if he told his father how he was really feeling he would be mad and punish him.

At the sound of that Damian slowly moved to reveal his face. His eyes were red and puffy from crying. It seemed like his eyes had dulled. Damian looked up to his father before getting up he let a few moments go by. He threw himself into Bruce and started to cry even harder. Bruce held him close. "It's okay I'm here, I'm here."

They sat like that for a while. Bruce knew that he had to get Dick and Tim. And he still had to find Jason. But he wanted to make sure that Damian knew that he was there for him and that he cared. But he knew that Damian would understand that they couldn't sit on the floor forever.

Bruce pulled away from Damian a little and wiped the tears off his face. "We have to go get your brothers, but we're gonna talk about this when we get home,ok."

"What's wrong with them?"

"They had a hard day too." Damian understood and slowly got off the floor with Bruce's help. As soon as they stepped in the room Bruce's eyes went straight toward the 2 boys sitting in the chairs closest to the exit. Dick was asleep and leaning on Tim's shoulder. Tim's eyes were glued to his phone. Bruce could tell that he was exhausted even though he tried to look otherwise.

"Hey, you feeling okay?" Bruce asked looking down at Tim. He hoped that Tim wouldn't lie to him and say he was fine again because it was quite obvious that he wasn't. He sat down next to him. Bruce knew that Tim hated being talked down to. It made him feel like he was still with his parents. And he hated his parents.

"Not really if I'm being honest." He whispered, making sure not to wake Dick.

"That's okay. We're gonna go home and I can take a look at your ribs and then you can get some sleep."

"Yeah, I'm really tired." He said very quietly but Bruce still heard him. Bruce then got up and went to Dick's side.

"Dick." He said softly he wanted to make sure he didn't startle him. Dick's eyes shot open. "Hey it's okay, it's just me." Dick relaxed when he heard Bruce's voice. "We're gonna go home alright." Dick got up almost immediately he was just glad that he could sleep in his own bed. They all followed and Bruce signed them out. He was glad Mrs. Windsor didn't give him a lecture on bad parenting he could tell that she wanted to.

Once they got back to the car they all sat down exhausted. Even Bruce was tired. He didn't want them to know they had drained him for the day. He mainly felt bad for them. They were all going through something and Bruce didn't even realize it maybe he was a bad father. Maybe he deserved that lecture from Mrs.Windsor.

He was about to start the car when all of a sudden he got hit with a feeling of worry. But he didn't understand why. And he didn't understand why he couldn't shrug it off like usual. "OH MY GOD JASON!"

I'm sorry if you don't like the paragraph breaks or whatever I just don't like to read beefy ass paragraphs, but maybe that's just me lol.