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“Don’t ever do something like that again.” Dicks words were muffled by Damian’s hair as he squeezed Damian in a tight embrace, immediately regretting it when Damian let out a hidden wince.
“Sorry, sorry. You scared me, kid.” Dick positioned himself on the white bed, he gently pulled Damian into his side letting him lean on him. Stray tears fell from the acrobats' eyes, even if the beeps from the heart monitor and the familiar rise of Damian’s chest told him his brother was alive finally seeing him awake, moving confirmed he would stay with Dick just a bit longer.
“I apologi-“ Damian was cut off by Tim.
“Are you insane Damian? You were going to get yourself killed! For what? Your identity?” Tim shouted, face red.
“My identity? Our identity Drake!” The room was silent as Damian straightened out no longer leaning on Dick. “What do you think it was a coincidence someone figured out my identity so quickly? If the world learned of mine, what’s to stop them from learning of yours? Of Grayson? Todd? Fathers!”
“I did what had to be done.”
“What had to be done was Killing yourself?” Jason’s voice was ingrained with anger and disbelief.
“Yes!” Damian shouted back, no hesitation in his voice.
“Dami?” A soft voice broke the silence that engulfed the room. Heads shot toward the superson.
“Jon.” Even if Damian was the one who had faced the life-threatening situation, a sense of relief ran through him at the sight of his boyfriend.
“I believe we owe Master Damian, and Jonathan some privacy.” Alfred appeared, somehow sneaking up on every trained vigilante and meta.
“Like fuck we will! Our brother just died and came back, don’t even make that fucking joke,” Tim said offhandedly before going back, “and you want us to give him some time with his crime-fighting partner that he hardly sees!” Tim shouted, one of the first times he’d ever screamed at Alfred.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I'm asking of you and your brothers,” Alfred starts shooing them out.
As soon as Jonathan heard the soft click of the door closing he ran over to Damian. Silent tears streaming down his face.
“I know, Habibi. I know.” Damian was now lying next to Jonathan. Rubbing his hand up and down his boyfriend’s back.
“I was terrified.” Jon's sobs were muffled by Damian’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry, I'm so sorry.” Damian ran his hand through Jonathan’s hair whose heart broke with every choked sob that came out of Jon's mouth.
Suddenly Jonathan sat up, facing Damian, and wiped his tears. Not giving Damian the chance to do it himself. “No one’s going to lay a hand on you again.” A surge of protectiveness ran through Jon.
He was so busy worrying over Damian physical state that he never even considered his mental. He knew the tears he shed earlier were only performative, to sell the bit that he wasn’t Robin.
“Damian.” Jon gave his lover a knowing look. Tears welled up in Damian’s eyes, he didn’t let it fall but the effect was all the same to Jon.
“Come here.” Jon pulled Damian onto him, Damian’s turn to be comforted instead of comforting.
Jonathan ignored the wetness that started to spread through his sweatshirt, knowing any comment or acknowledgment of his tears would scare away any vulnerability.
Damian listened to Jon’s heartbeat, and the combined comfort of the hand carting through his hair lulled him to sleep.
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“We’re the world’s greatest detective and we thought they were just colleagues,” Dick commented on the two boys wrapped in each other's arms. Bruce and the rest of his siblings were surrounded around the white bed, completely oblivious to the small huff of amusement that fell from Alfred’s lips.