I arrived at my home, yelling and screaming at Damian, until Jason and Dick came out, grabbing me and Damian, duct taping our mouths shut, so I simply struggled in Jason's grip while he struggled to contain me. We had entered the house, and Jason threw me onto the ground, and duct taped my hands, and feet together. Making me unable to struggle, so he picked me up bridal style, and carried me to my room.

"What was that!?" He yelled. He hadn't taken the tape off of my mouth yet so I simply rolled my eyes at him. When he did take the tape off I simply rolled my eyes and turned over on my bed, telling him to go away.

"Well fine then, goodnight." He said, and then turned off the lights and closed the door. After that, I simply tossed and turned in bed, silently crying to the fact that mother preferred the runt to an older, more mature woman. And then I fell asleep.

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I woke to a hand on my arm, and the slight smell of blood tinting the air. I jumped out of bed, I had thrown off my boots and shirt in the night out of being too hot.

"Veronica, I- I need help. M-my back," Damian said, out of breath and covered in blood. I looked at the poor boy, struggling to keep up on the bed, holding his stomach, that let blood out continuously, and there were rips all over his uniform.

"Damian, what did you do?" I asked as he passed out. I picked him up, carrying him out of my room, and to the kitchen, where I cleared off the kitchen table and laid him down.

I flipped him over, and carefully took off his shirt. This was my brother and I didn't want to be a pervert, but this was the only way to help stitch him up. I grabbed a needle, and some thread from under the counter, and began. There was a few large slices, one going across his back just under his shoulder blades, another two or three going diagonal in an 'X' across his back, and one that went down his side, all the way along his leg.

The one across his leg and side was a bit harder because I had to avoid his bathing suit area, but it eventually got done, when I finished, I noticed a few minor breaks in his leg. I decided to go down to the Bat Cave to do some X-rays, and found not one, but three breaks. Two in his left leg, and one in his right arm. Where the heck is Alfred?

Scanning for signs of Pennyworth, Alfred. A small buzzing noise from the annoyance on my back. Asleep, in room mark, one, seven.

"Well that answers my question. Can you find a tracer on Damian, or, something he could use to signal for help?" I asked the scarab.

No such examinations exist in my database.

"It was worth a shot." I said, and began manually searching his uniform for something he could have used, and found nothing. I searched him, and found nothing. "He always has a trick or two up his sleeve, but I guess getting back here after this kind of damage would be a trick of its own. Can you find anyone else?" I asked the thing.

Scanning. Signs of Drake, Tim. None else.

I grabbed a remote on the table next to me and pressed a button, that would set off a alarm. I then spoke into the mouthpiece, sending a message to that alarm that would play back to Tim, saying that Damian was badly injured, and that we were the only ones not targeted.

After a minute of fixing Damian's broken bones, and casting them up, Tim came crashing through the door. I looked at his sweaty and half asleep form, silently saying to never let him live down his half dressed body.

"How is he?!" Tim yelled, and I was surprised that for acting so much like they hated each other that Tim actually cared if the brat survived.

"Vitals are stabilizing, blood loss stopped to the maximum degree, I'd say that if he is going to  die, he'll at least wake up one more time." I told my adopted brother. I looked back to my blood brother* and wondered if Talia would go for me if he died. That's a nice thought. As I imagined ruling over the world through fear.

Imagination of fiery world, and slaves? Sounds like attack beetle no. 4 requirements.

Stop listening in on my thoughts!

It is physically and mentally impossible, I am deeply integrated into you mind and spine, no such weapon, excluding the Gemma Gong* could displace me.

Well that sucks. Just, don't Comment if you think I wouldn't let you look, okay?

I won't.

With that out of mind and never having been in sight, I  went back to work, helping Tim move the boy to his room, up the stairs, with a IV drip attached to the poor boy. Once we got him upstairs, I turned on the light, and put him on his bed, of course, I didn't want to admit it, but someone had to finish changing him, and bathe him. I thought about calling Alfred, then I thought of what would happen if Damian were to wake up.

"Drake, I need you to go and get a wet facial cloth." I told the boy and I sat, in the room, waiting for Tim as I watched the shallow rise, and fall of his chest.

When drake returned, he carried a cloth, and a bucket of warm water, holding a bar of soap in the cloth. I told him to leave and get some sleep while I started, and when Damian was cleaned it was a bit better, but he would have to shower himself tomorrow. After slipping him into a sweater and some clean sweat pants, I put his arm off to the side and pulled the covers on top of him.

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*blood brother is a term back to the teen titans, blood brother is the main nemesis.

*the Gemma gong, is a weapon from batman brave and the bold, rise of the blue beetle season 1