The Batcave's silence was interuppted by Dick Grayson, Bruce's adoptive son. Alfred sat beside him as he stitched the hero up. Blood dripped down from his forearm onto the leather chair he sat on.

"Really ticks me off alter all those lectures he gave me about using protection," Dick rants hissing from the pain.

"Indeed. Are you all right, Master Dick?" Alfred asked.

"I took the cut, I can take the stitch." He said with a smile.

Damian looked down from the swcind floor ledge. "Maybe you need more anesthetic. Y/n stood beside him and furrowed her eyebrows.

"Damian be quiet!" She scolded.

"And maybe you need to go fu-" Dick yelled.

"You be quiet too!" Y/n glared at the injured hero.

"Maybe you should remember
who the blood son is." Damian spat fire.

"Blood thristy more like it." Dick corrected.

"Damian follow me." Y/n sighed. She led him to the costume glasses. "Why must you be so arrogant?"

"Arrogant? Me? What are you talking about?" Damian looked at her.

"I'm talking about you! You argue with everyone you meet! These people are helping us for goodness sake and all you do is break every rule they give us!" Y/n yells. Her bracelet lit with fury. It burned. She wasn't supposed to yell at him. It wasn't allowed.

"Will you get off my back Y/n? You afe not my mother!" Damian shouted in return.

Y/n got quiet, remembering the infamous piece of hated jewelry. "No Damian. I am your betrothed. The mother of your future children. I should get more respect from you." She walked off leaving Damian with his thoughts.

He frowned and looked at the Robin suit.

"This was yours?" He questioned Dick, putting the argument with the girl to rest.

"Still is." Dick called out. He rushed up the steps in time to stop Damian from opening the cool, clear glass. "Keep your hands off it kid. Besides. Don't you have other buisness to attend to?" He nodded towrds the direcrion Y/n went in.

"That is none of your concern." Damian looked at the costume again. "Is this what you wore in training?"

"It's what I wore on patrol."

"The only thing it's missing is lace trim and a sun hat." The young assassin insulted.

"You don't fool me. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking you can be Robin. But you can't."

"I don't need some incipite costume and a bird name. I am way beyond your simplistic training as you saw tonight." He crossed his arms and smirked.

"Don't forget," Dick started to walk off. "You lost that fight."

Damian frowned and thought of Y/n.

Just like I'm loosing that fight.

~~~

Y/n sat in her room on her bed staring blankly at the (color) bracelet. It glowed woth a passion but didn't hurt. Y/n didn't know what for but she didn't want to think about it. Y/n never really noticed the flakey gold specs hidden in the bases of the golden swirls. It was enchanting. It was truely beautiful. The (color) brought out the gold really well. Why hadn't she noticed it before. Perhaps she was too busy to notice. Or too busy despising it to realize it looked good on her.

A knock on the door woke Y/n from her thoughts.

"Come in." She answered. There Dick stood maskless in his Nightwing uniform.

"Hey kid." He leaned against the door frame.

"Hello."

"I heard your fight with Damian," he walked up to the soft bed and sat down. "Wanna talk about it?"

"What is there to talk about?" She shrugged.

"Well for starters: you're the 'mother of his future children'."

Y/n inhaled sharply. "You were not supposed to hear that."

"You yell pretty loud." The raven haired man chuckled. "But seriously. Do you want to talk?"

"I met you today and you expect me to tell you everything?" Y/n protested.

"Fair enough. But I have a feeling we're gonna be fast friends." Y/n smiled. "But come on. We better go before Bruce murders Damian."

"Or the other way around." Y/n adds. They both laugh.

~~~

Dick and Y/n walked into the Batcave just as Batman yells at Damian and pushes his chair all the way over to the two.

"Uh-oh." Dick says nervously. He leans over to Y/n and whispers, "You owe me 5 bucks."

"Just wait." Y/n whispers.

"Do you know what you were tonight? You weren't a warrior. You weren't a soilder. You were a child."

"If it hadn't beem fore him I-"

"If it hadn't been for Dick you would've gone too far."

"It's easier my way!"

"It has nothing to do with 'easy'. It's about doing what's right because it's right and that's the only reason you need."

Y/n and Dick couldn't help but snicker.

"You too Y/n. Come here." Batman orders.

Dick looks at Y/n and she walks over to them.

"It seemed right to me." Damian tells his father.

"That's the problem." The vigilante walked to the Batmobile and retrieved something. "Heads up." He threw the small object towards Damian's head. He caught it with ease.

"Good reflexes." The hero complemented with surprise.

"What if I had missed?" Damian asks inspecting the shurikin.

"It would of hurt." Y/n said. She grabbed the small weapon from the boy's hand. "This is a League of Assasins star."

"Found it in a warehouse belonging to a man named Langstrom. Ring a bell?" Bruce asked.

"No." Y/n and Damian answer.

"It appears to have a connection to Ra's and Deathstroke."

"Then we need to find out what it is."

"I need to find out." Bruce corrected.

"I want to help like he used to!" Damian pointed at Dick.

"Mr. Wayne, I think Damian has a point. We can be useful." Y/n commented.

"It's bad enough that you given yourselves away and let them know we're onto them. But Damian, you're letting vengeance guide your actions."

"You never felt vengeful?" Damian questioned.

"Everyday. You have to keep your center Damian. You can't fight crime by becoming a criminal. From now own, both of you, stay close. That's an order."

"We can do that." Damian spoke for them both.

"Wait a minute. I'm not gonna like this, am I?" Dick asked.

"No." Bruce answered.

Y/n walked over to the man, smirking.

"You owe me five dollars." She stuck out her palm.