A/N:Damian breaks his leg, the bat boys take care of him and the pain meds he is on makes him a little sick.
Fluff!!

For: Ram_3500

The moment it happened, there was a white hot burning pain before everything went dark.

The next thing he knew was his eyelids were extremely heavy. Damian's eyes fluttered open under their weight, it was if someone had glued them shut.

Once he finally managed to open his eyes, he tried to focus on his surroundings. His vision was still slightly blurred by he could make out the room he was in, it was his bedroom. He laid there in silence for a moment allowing his mind to travel over the previous night's events.

But before he could come to any collusion of what happen, a movement on his bed happened. He glanced over to see Grayson laying beside him, in his bed.
Without a second thought Damian reached over and sacked Grayson's head, causing the larger male to wake up instantly. Grayson rubbed his eyes clear of sleep before he smiled down at Damian.

"Dami you're up!" Grayson said too cheerful in what Damian can guess is the early morning.

"-tt-"
"obviously and what are you doing in my bed Grayson?" Said Damian.
But instead of speaking Grayson reached out and laid his cold hand against Damian's forehead. The chill of his big brother's hand felt nice and Damian lean just a little bit forward into that touch.
Out the corner of his eyes, he could see a small smirk written upon Grayson's face.

"What's the last thing you remember Dami?" asked Grayson. Damian narrowed his eyes in thought, he remembered the chill of the night against him, the smell of copper heavy in the air. He remembered throwing and receiving a few blows as well. Damian looked over at Grayson before he sat up but that wasn't the best thing Damian soon found out.

As his body sat forward, the room began to spin around him and before his mind could figure out what was happening, Grayson shoved a tin bin under his chin, allowing it to catch all of his vomit. He allowed his tense muscles to relax under Grayson's hand that were rubbing small circles against his back. He continued to throw up for sometime before he nodded his head, signalling to Grayson that he was done.

Damian allowed himself to crash down upon his pillows as he tried to put together what had happened and why he was suddenly ill.

"Wh-What's...'' Damian whispered but before he could say anything more, his bedroom door opened wide and standing there was both Todd and Drake. Damian looked over at them then cast his gaze over at Grayson.
"What's going on here?! Why am I ill?" asked Damian, his voice slightly risen than before.

Jason and Tim walked in and Damian now could see that each one of them held items within their arms.

"Well we were all head in deep within our fights and we were becoming over powered..." spoke Tim but Jason elbowed him into his side.

"We were all fighting, to some it was like we were being over powered but for the others not so much" said Jason causing a smirk on his face.

"Aww little Timmy couldn't handle himself out there in the big bad world?" asked Damian who chuckled a little bit but sudden pain flowed through his chest. Both Jason and Tim stepped forward as they saw their little brother wince in sudden pain. 

Dick laid a steady hand upon Damian's shoulder which caused the younger one to look up at him, his green eyes meeting Dick's bright blue ones.
"You got to take it easy okay? You had a big fight last night'' said Dick.

"Big fight?" thought Damian but he couldn't put a face to whom he fought with or how he got injured and why he was suddenly sick to his stomach. He sat there in thought for a moment just thinking but not seeing what his older brothers were doing while he was lost in thought. His train of thought was broken when Dick handed him a glass of iced water.

"Slow sips. The pain meds you're on are strong because of your injuries'' said Dick.

"What are my injuries?" questioned Damian.

"Aside from being an ass, nothing really'' Jason chuckled and quickly dodge a pillow flying towards his head. Jason continued to laugh and proceeded to laugh even more seeing Damian huff in defeat and lay back down because it hurt to move.

"You have a slight concussion, 2 broken ribs, had a dislocated shoulder and your leg is broken in 3 places'' stated Tim who then walked over and pulled Damian's desk chair over towards the bed.

"How?" questioned Damian but he didn't receive his answer right away which only mad him more angry. "Answer the question?!?'' he yelled at his older brothers.

"By saving their arse Master Damian'' said Alfred as he slowly entered the room. He shot each one of the older boys a glance before making his way over towards Damian. Within his hands was a silver tray with 4 glasses of orange juice and a tiny plastic cup which Damian could only guess was more pills. "Now Master Damian, take a few small sips of your orange juice, to give you some vitamins that you all desperately need at this moment'' said Alfred. He laid the try down beside Damian before turning and leaving his room, but before he departed the room he looked at the 3 elder boys in the room.
"I suggest you all receive some rest, that was a nasty fight last evening. Dinner will be prepared in an hour'' said Alfred and disappeared out of the room. Damian looked over at the others and smirked at them all with the knowledge that he had save all of their butts in this 'nasty fight' as Alfred had put it.

"So...who was I up against to save all you damsel  in distress?'' asked Damian right before taking the few pillows Alfred sat out beside him, he could already feel his stomach turning as he swallowed them.

"Well Demon,'' said Tim. "We don't remember, we were hoping you knew.'' Damian looked at all the guys in his room before he broke out in laughter. 

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A few hours later:

Alfred and Bruce came upstairs to locate the boys because they were now late for dinner. Alfred slowly pushed the bedroom door open to see all of the boys passed out on Damian's bed with the television on, playing a movie that they all fell asleep to. Bruce slowly made his way over towards the bed as Alfred turned off the television. 

"I suppose we must post-pone dinner for now, they need their rest'' said Alfred and Bruce nodded. Bruce remained beside the bed as he heard Alfred slowly disappear from the room. 

Damian was curled up against Dick's chest who had his arms protectively around Damian's small figure. Damian's broken leg laid above the blankets with Jason bundled up in many blankets with his chin on top of Damian's head. And lastly was Tim who was curled up at the bottom bed with a marker in his hand. Bruce chuckled at what was drew on Damian's cast. 

Bruce reached out and brushed his thumb over Damian's cheek and somehow Dick knew that someone was touching his little brother opened his eyes quickly but settled down once he saw how was there before them. Dick smiled sleepy up at Bruce, his father. 

"He still has a small fever. The meds still upset his stomach'' Dick whispered and slightly pulled Damian closer towards his chest as he closed his eyes.

"Just like someone else I know''said Bruce, for he remembered the times Dick had to take those pain reducers and would always get sick from them but they worked like a charm for the pain. Dick smiled and opened one of his eyes looking at Bruce before he went back to snuggling with his brothers.

Bruce walked to the door and glanced over his shoulder for a moment to breath in this sight. All his boys, his sons, safe and sound under his family's roof. Bruce let a small smile form upon his face before slowly shutting the wooden door behind him, draping his sons in a warm blanket of love and silence.

--I hope this was okay. It took me awhile to write this for some reason, I had to fix and change so many things in it, so please if you liked it leave me a comment. Thank you!!!--