A month later

Dante still hasn't woken up. His father was beginning too worried. It's all my fault. Why did I drove him away?

I have spent nights in here without sleeping, hoping for a miracle. Damian shook his head at himself/ in disappointment. Wow. Damian. It takes your son to almost die in your arms for you to actually spend time with him? You're a great father.

Everyone hates me more than ever now. Katrina won't even look at him anymore. Junior can care less. Morgan is busy pretending not to feel anything. A female exact copy of her father.

"Come on Dami. You need fresh air." Grayson out his hand upon Damian's shoulder

He opened his mouth to respond until Mandi ran into the room, resting her head on Dante's chest and heard his steady hear beat. He started to walk out of the room. Until...Mandi started screaming.

He whip my head around to see the heart monitor slowly stopping.

"Grayson get a doctor fast! " Damian ran by Dante and tried to wake him up

He slowly opened his eyes and smiled.

"Thanks for the memories everyone..."

I felt my heart broke as he took his last breath, dying in my arms.

The doctors moved in, doing whatever they could to bring him back to us.

A few hours passed and slowly they were able to bring him back

"DANTE!!!" Kat yelled rushing over to him and giving a tight hug.

He very slowly begun to sit up.

"What happened?" He said furrowing his brows. I told him everything that happened up to this moment.

"A month?" He asked with his eyes widening. His focus on his mother transitioned to his father.

"What's he doing here?" Dante stared at his father with hate painted on his face.

"Well he's who saved you believe it or not." Grayson walked in smirking followed by Todd and Drake.

"W-why?"

"Some people deserve second chances. Others deserve a place that's unpleasant to the human eye." Damian folded his arms looking at the window with guilt upon his face.

"Then why are you still here?" Todd spoke as Dane gave him a fist pound.

"Why are you all here?"

"When one Robin is injured, the rest of the robins come forth and comfort him." Drake said

"Where the hell were you guys when the Joker killed me?" Asked an annoyed Todd

"He...it could be a girl too Tim. "Barbra flipped her hair.

"When you are healed...you may return to you room back at the Wayne's Manor."

"Excuse me?!" Kat asked in anger, "You're the reason he's like this in the first place!"

"I didn't do anything. What have I done?"

Anger rises in the pit of Dante's stomach, and he turns to glare at his father. Did he really just ask that? He made it perfectly clear he didn't want Dante to even exist, and here he is questioning it when he actually tries to follow his orders for once?

"I don't want to stay somewhere I'm not wanted," Dante hisses. Father's look goes from concerned to looking almost... pained?

"Of course you're wanted here," Father insists quietly. His hand doesn't move from Dante's shoulder as he speaks.

"Whatever gave you that idea?"

Dante felt like a dam just exploded inside of him. The tears he's been holding back since he was born were now flowing out.

"Because I don't belong there!" Dante shouts "I never have! Can't you see that? I'm not the son you want, and I never will be, no matter what you do. I'm not a Wayne or a Kyle! I'm an experiment, a disgrace to the Wayne family, I'm not a killing machine like Morgan and Junior, and how can you even look at me and not be completely disgusted?"

"Dante, you're not an experiment you're a person. You're my son. And I can promise you, I don't feel that way. I never have."

"Well, you didn't seem so sure of that when you were praising Junior and Morgan," Dante snaps. Father's face twists in confusion for a few moments, it seems to dawn on him eventually, his face falling, and his eyes filling with pain.

Dante doesn't have a chance to gain his strength to walk out before he's pressed against his father's chest, his strong arms surrounding him. Dante remains completely stiff, not sure on what to do. He and his father don't hug. I mean sure, his mother hugs him every time he leaves her when it is time for him to train with Junior, but not Damian. They just don't.

"I'm so sorry," Father whispers to him, sounding horrified with himself. "I'm so, so sorry. I never wanted to anyone. Not even my own son. I'm so sorry, Dante. I'm sorry I could ever make you feel this way."

Dante relaxes in his father's grip, practically melting against his chest. He's still angry, but his grief is taking over again, and he wants to seek comfort from somewhere.

"But why?" he whispers, the sound muffled by his father's broad chest. "Why do you keep me around? I disobey you, I have feelings, I have a girlfriend, I –,"

"Hush, son," Damian interjects.

"You want to know why I keep you around?" Father whispers to him. "I keep you around because you're my son, Dante. Do you know why I act the way I do around you? Because I'm just like you. I am a test tube baby. If anyone's an experiment, it's me. But no matter what, you're still my child, and I should treat you like your siblings."

None of them spoke another word. Everything was finally settled.

Until Dante tells his father he's staying with his mother