Dick's POV

I turned to him sharply, studying him carefully from behind my mask. The last time I had seen my brother had also been seven years ago.
“What did you say your name was?” I asked him, carefully
“Damian,” he replied, “Damian Al Guhl Wayne. Son of Talia Al Guhl and Bruce Wayne.”
It was him. My little brother Damian, whom I hadn’t seen for seven years. And he had just, unknowingly,  given me some very important information; The identity of my father.

I felt like I was drowning. I couldn’t breathe. I dropped the things I was holding and ran back to my motorbike and raced out of the Batcave, away from my little brother.

Bruce’s POV

I arrived back at the cave, expecting to see Dick there with Damian, but was surprised to find only the latter.
“Where’s Dick?” I asked Damian.
He shrugged, “I don’t know. He just raced out of here in the middle of our conversation.”
I frowned. That didn’t seem like Dick.
“What were you talking about?”
“I’m not sure if Mother told you,” he replied, “but I have an older brother.’
I raised my eyebrows in surprise.
“No, she didn’t. Is that what you were talking to Dick about? Your brother?”
Damian nodded.
“Tell me about him.”
“I haven’t seen him for about seven years,” Damian began, “he ran away from the League when he was 13, so I suppose he’d be about 20 now. He had black hair and blue eyes. He ran away because he didn’t want to be an assassin. He told me before he left that being an assassin just wasn’t who he was, so he ran away.’
“What is his name?”
“It’s quite strange actually,” Damian said, thoughtfully, “His name’s Richard, but he also prefers Dick. Why do you ask? I haven’t seen him since he ran away.”
“Because,” I said, slowly, “ I think you just have.”