Sorry everyone that it has been so long since I last updated. It's summer time though so updates will definitely be more frequent. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. This takes place a bit after the Justice League visit. Everyone decided to go back to sleep and worry about things the next morning. On with the chapter!

Dick's POV

We all decided to go back to bed and talk about what we should do the next morning. I walk back into my room and fall onto my bed. I stretch and make myself comfortable. I stare at the ceiling for a few minutes thinking about Bruce and my adoptive brothers. My older brother instincts are telling me that my brothers aren't doing so well. It makes sense, with all that is going on. Tim has been through a lot, and his parents didn't pass away too long ago. Jason has many demons since coming back to life. And me, I guess I'm okay with all that is happening. Or at least I have to be for the rest of the family. Soon enough my eyes slid shut and I fell asleep.

"Dick! Dick! Dick...."

I bolt awake, "What!? What's wrong?" I look around my room in a frantic manner. Tim stands at the doorway of my room. I sigh, "You alright there Timmy?"

Tim nods his head, "I'm fine. Sorry about waking you up. It's um Jason. He keeps on yelling out and screaming and stuff. I'm surprised you didn't hear it..." I frown and get up from my bed. I walk out of my room with Tim and we make our way to Jason's room. "I'm a deep sleeper. Are you sure it was Jason?" I ask. Suddenly a blood curdling scream echoes from Jason's room. "Never mind. I must've been tired to not have heard this. I wouldn't be surprised if all of Gotham heard him..." Tim nods his head and lets me walk ahead of him, so I can open the door. I open it and walk into Jason's room. Tim doesn't follow me and leans against the door frame instead. I make my way over to Jason's bed. Jason is tossing and turning, his sheets lay on the floor. I look at my younger brother and frown. I put my hand on his shoulder and shake him, "Jason...wake up. It's just a nightmare. Jason."

He continues to toss and starts muttering, "No. I'll....son of a bitch...get away from me you freak house." I shake him harder, trying to wake him up. Jason suddenly sits up and his hand is gripping onto my neck. I cough, not expecting for him to have grabbed onto my neck like that. "Hey Jay....mind letting me go. It's just me," I say my face turning a bit red from the lack of oxygen. Jason looks at me for a second before releasing his hold on my neck. "What the hell are you doing here?" Jason asks looking at Tim and me.

"You were screaming, so I called Dick to wake you up..." Tim said in a quiet voice.

Jason scoffs and lays back down on his bed, "Well get out. I'm not some little kid. I don't need to be woken up from my nightmares..."

I frown, "Jason. It wasn't just some nightmare. You were thinking back to how you came back to life...and how you died."

Jason rolls his eyes, "Maybe I was. Not that big of a deal. You gonna leave now?" Tim turns around and starts to head back to his room. "Wait. We're all up. Let's talk. We've been so worried about Bruce, we haven't really hung out in a while," I say. Tim stops and walks into Jason's room. He sits on the floor and looks at me. Jason groans, "What do you think this is Dickhead? We're not having some therapy session where we talk about our issues and how to make them all better."

"It doesn't matter what you call it. I just think that it might be a good idea to have some brother bonding. I know that we're all kinda focused on Bruce, but we should focus on ourselves for a bit," I explain. Jason doesn't say anything, but he sits up and leans against his bed frame. "I guess I'll go first. Um....I don't really know what to say. I guess I haven't really been focusing that much on myself lately. I've been more worried about Bruce. I haven't really been eating enough food or sleeping a lot. I'm really tired, but I keep on thinking about what may happen if Bruce doesn't remember," Tim says looking at the floor.

"Number one, we're getting you something to eat right away. Number two, you shouldn't worry so much about Bruce. He can handle himself. Worry about yourself more often Tim. You can't take care of others if you don't take care of yourself first," I reply. Jason reaches to his side table and opens the drawer. He takes out a bag of cookies and tosses them to Tim. "Here. Eat up replacement. Don't worry I didn't make them. I may or may not have smuggled Alfred's fresh batch of cookies the other day, and blamed it on Dick," Jason says with a smirk. Tim opens the bag and takes out a cookie.

I glare at him, "Is that why Alfie was yelling at me? It all makes sense now. How dare you blame me for something I didn't do!? Wait, Alfred actually believed you! I can't believe it! My own grandpa butler person thinks I would stoop so low and steal his freshly made cookies!" Tim smiled and let out a tiny laugh. Jason just shrugged, "Don't act like you've never stole cookies from Alfred before."

I look at Jason and stick my tongue out, "For blaming me, you will be speaking next in our brother therapy session."

Jason groans, "Fine. Only because I don't want to hear your ear-splitting voice begging me to talk about my feelings. Since we found out that Bruce lost his memories because of Ra's, I've been thinking back to my resurrection. I thought I had finally put it behind me, but I guess not. I don't know...it's stupid. I shouldn't be having freaking nightmares about it."

"Hey, Jay. It's not stupid. If any of us were in your place we wouldn't have been able to do as well as you are now. It was traumatic, no one is going to hold it against you for still being freaked out about it. You may have put it behind you, but it's still a part of you that isn't going away. I know you think it's stupid, but if you ever need to talk to someone about what happened I'm always here," I tell Jason calmly. Jason nods his head and looks at Tim, who gives him a small smile as he finishes a cookie. "Your turn Dick..." Tim says his mouth full.

"Uh...I have nothing to tell. This was just to help you two..." I say.

Jason glares at me, "No way in hell, Goldie. I just went all sappy so that means you are to. Don't even try to avoid it or I will-"

"Fine, Fine. The only thing that's been on my mind is making sure everyone is happy. I want you two to be happy cause that makes me happy. When you're worried you make me worried. I just want you guys, Bruce, Alfred, Barbara, the people of Gotham, and everyone else to be happy with the lives they have. I know I can't ensure everyone is happy, but seeing people smile means a lot to me. Recently it's only been me who smiles. Sometimes those smiles aren't real ones either..." I explain while looking at my feet. Tim stands up and wraps his arms around me and Jason places his hand on my shoulder. "You don't have to be smile all the time Dick. You don't have to pretend to be happy when you're really not just for everyone's sake," Tim states.

"The replacements right. I don't know how you manage to smile all the time Dick. Whenever I smile, I think I freak out little kids. Your smile always seems to brighten a room. If you ever need to stop smiling, go ahead, no one is going to care. Or if you need someone to talk to I guess you could talk to me..." Jason says muttering the last bit. I smile and pull Jason into the hug. He groans as I do, but proceeds to wrap his arms around Tim and I. "Thank you. I'm glad to have people like you as little brothers," I say with a genuine smile on my face.

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