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Brothers and sisters again (Wright lost to his family ><) This one will focus on the relationship between Red Robin and Robin. If you like it or not, you can comment and discuss it. Thank you.

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This is Tim's history.

New Earth

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Tim Drake-Wayne knows he's not a family man and he certainly hates the idea of ​​getting together with his siblings to do something together.

Such as watching movies, etc.

If it weren't for his annoyance plus his inability to offend Dick Grayson. His legal eldest brother. Swore that he would never sit on the couch with the other three. For the rest of his life, 2 out of the 3 people were definitely trying to take his life as well.

Hey, what do you watch about Disney and Pixar animation?

Monster inc.

Here, there will be only the eldest person. (You should know who) who seem to have fun being alone and don't get bored watching it again and again.

He sits there yawning for the 10th time about 30 minutes into the movie. The 20-year-old is in need of some sleep between being a student and helping Bruce with his business. And must be Red Robin at night makes Tim Drake has finally opened up about his new girlfriend.

Miss Black Coffee mixed with energy drinks even though some people at home were against her and prevented them from seeing each other. And some thought cursed him that he would one day die of a heart attack from an overdose of caffeine. But Tim didn't care, he thought that she was the one he loved and that one day he would take the opportunity to propose to her, a thought that kept going around in his head and

Including the lack of sleep for 36 hours, it makes him long for sleep and now his eyelids are about to close completely. Instead, he was interrupted by the hoarse shout of the youngest brother of the Wayne family.

Damien, a tiny demon who prevents villagers from sleeping.

“Grayson, how can this nonsensical, low-grade movie be shown? A strange creature came out of the door. If he views humans as dangerous, then what benefits will he seek from humans? After all, there are no protection measures in the human family? The plague of these monsters is a threat to the world.

Why doesn't any intelligent human come out and oppose this? How can a movie like this be made?” Bruce Wayne's youngest son had been sleeping in his eldest brother's lap yelling and complaining for the past two nights. The little one in the house has a problem that normal children have with the flu. Even though he is a strong child

Exercise every day. But he couldn't escape the seasonal epidemic that came every year, which had left him bedridden inside the house for two whole days, the frustration of his body not being able to move like he wanted and the weakness from the fever that was showing. Letting people in the house see makes him very upset. And the more Grayson brought him to see this nonsense, the better it was to carry him back to sleep in the room.

“Damien, don't shout or you'll get red-necked and it's not like that,” Dick Grayson tried to defend his favorite cartoon. Why do people always find fault with movies? Can't they just watch and enjoy them? But he didn't want to spoil the plot of the movie for Damian because he feared the little one wouldn't enjoy it.

“Well, I don't want to admit it. But I agree with Baby Bat.” Jason, you're such a helpless little brother. Dick groaned in his heart and turned his eyes to the other brother's help. who is now close to falling asleep

“Timmy, oh no you can't sleep.”

“Shut up, Dick, it's because you forced me to watch a boring movie.”

“Oh, don't be so callous, it's called Happy Family Movie Time.”

“Grayson, maybe you should let Drake sleep so we can find an easier way to get rid of him once our guard is down.”

"Huh, don't act like you're sick. Did you know that in this world, murders are staged by pretending that the deceased is sick?"

“Little Dee Timmy,” Damn it, why are the people in this house just trying to kill each other? The eldest brother thought to himself. and tried to stop his two little brothers from arguing any further.

“Timmy, you should stop threatening Damian. Your brother is sick.”

“Dick, it's because you're here holding the devil's tail. My favorite little brother, everything I've done is wrong." Tim Drake couldn't help but argue. No matter how many times the eldest brother in the house loved his youngest sibling the most, that's why he didn't want to. go home

“If you're going to be that hurtful, Drake, I'll let you call me brother. You will be able to return to being the youngest child you were before.” Even when you were sick, this damn child Still haven't stopped looking for trouble with him. Tim looked at the smiling face and red eyes of the boy across from him, and Red Robin chose to ignore it. He didn't care what his foul-mouthed brother would say.

“Damian, stop talking. Hey, who turned off the TV?”

“It's me, Dickie Bird. Listening to you guys bickering is a lot more fun than the movies. Do you want a gun? I have one on each side."

“Oh Jason, you're no help at all,” Dick sighed, wanting to go back to being Robin again. And told Bruce I didn't want a brother. The three siblings were driving him crazy and one of them turned off the TV while his favorite cartoon was playing. It was nice..

“Seriously, brother. This cartoon has fooled every child in America. Every child in America knows that monsters don't come out of doors, they come out from under their beds.”

“Jay Jay, you can't say that.” Dick put his hands over the ears of the boy sleeping on his lap. But when he repeated the last sentence, there was something interesting about what his eldest brother had said. Damien looked up at him. Green eyes were questioning his brother. Don't want him to hear anything.

“Hey, do we really have to tell Baby Bat the truth, agent?” Bruce's second adopted son said. Wayne turned to look for reinforcements from his younger brother. 3 people in the house are grabbing popcorn to snack on to relieve sleepiness.

“Whatever you do, do it. I just don't have to watch this movie anymore.”

“Guys, what is so bad about this movie?” Dick tried to argue.

“Just as you saw it, it turned out to be 20. It's already happened.” Seeing the look in Dick's eyes as if he'd accidentally kicked a puppy made Tim debate whether what he'd just said was too harsh or not, but hey. He's telling the truth. Who wants to watch a movie that no matter how many times they've gone home, they've only seen this one?

"Let's tell a fun story." Jason rubbed his hands together. The suspicious look from Dick and the agent's dismissal didn't have much effect on what he had to say.

“Little Wing, do you think we should continue watching the movie?”

"No, Dickhead, we're not going to watch the movie. Baby Bat, come sit here." Jason tried to pick up his little brother and sit on his lap, but Damian slapped him in protest. Hey, did he have one? Strong enough for a child of 10 What can a year old fight against an adult? When the seats were arranged, he pressed the remote to turn off the lights in the room and lower the temperature of the air conditioner to create an atmosphere. Before he picked up his cell phone, turned on the flashlight, held it in front of himself and started speaking softly.

“Just so you know, the story I'm about to tell here doesn't exist on the internet and-”

“Todd, why are you making such funny noises-” A hoarse voice mixed with a slight cough from the boy on his lap interrupted him. Jason put his hand over his brother's mouth and continued.

“Hey, don't interrupt little brother, Baby Bat. This story happened when I just moved into the mansion. That day, me and Bruce returned from patrol a little earlier than usual. Around 11:30, I went to bed. And now. Dick, why are you covering your face with a pillow?”

“Little Wing, that story is scary.”

“Stop talking and refrain from spoiling here, brother. There are two other Robins I haven't heard from yet.” Jason released the hand that was covering his brother's mouth in his own lap. Then he turned to look at the two brothers on his left. Dick held the pillow with both hands, covering his face and blocking him from doing something. Jason saw this and could hardly hold back his laughter. He's almost 30 years old and still acts like this. As for Tim, he will fall asleep and not sleep. Never mind.

“I'm the only Robin,” Damien said, and the person who was asleep just now spoke back to him.

“I heard that, demon.” Is Jason still the one telling the story?

“Listen, now I opened my eyes and woke up to the sound of something scrambling under the bed. It was past midnight. At that time I thought it must have been a mouse running around, but when I thought about it again, Alfie couldn't let a mouse sneak into the mansion. Out of curiosity, I sat up. Now, in my old bedroom, at night the moonlight reflects in, right? And I saw a long shadow cast on the wall of the room. And I was shocked…”

Red Hood told a story with a great sound effect. He stopped there before taking a sip of beer while 3 pairs of people were staring at him with an extremely funny expression.

“Then I found out that there were two shadows of myself, and one of them had very red eyes.” Jason tightened his embrace on the child in his lap and continued telling our story, ignoring his little brother's ensuing commotion.

"Wait a minute Jay, you said you saw a shadow. Which shadow has eyeballs?"

“That's right, Baby Bird. At that time, I thought to myself whether my eyes were blurry or not, so I rubbed my eyes and looked again, and it appeared-”

"Stop telling stories, Jayjay."

“Grayson, you really are faint-hearted.”

“Hey, do you want to keep listening? And now I saw that my own shadow was the same as before, but when I was about to lie down again I heard a woman's cry in my ear, like she was sitting next to me. I was so afraid that I would shout out to Bruce, but I didn't even have the courage. In my head I was thinking, how did this idiot get in?

Sitting like that with eyes closed I couldn't do anything and for a moment I felt the weight on the bed lighten as if the creature had gotten off but I still didn't dare open my eyes. It felt like there was something big standing at the foot of the bed watching, but because I couldn't stand it, So I held my breath and slowly opened my eyes. Then I…”

“So…!?”

“Ah, what is it? I forgot, haha. Let's just end this. Oh Damien, don't pull me."

“Todd, I really thought you'd have more to say than this. It's no different than Grayson."

“Wait, Little Dee, why do I feel guilty?” The eldest brother protested at the accidental reference.

“Baby Bat, Dick's story is scarier than mine,” Jason said. before being interrupted by Red Robin sat and yawned and pressed his phone.

“I still can't figure out why we have to sit and tell these stories.”

“Anyway, Dick, it's your turn.” The second brother pretended not to care before lashing out at the eldest. Dick Grayson slowly covered his face with a pillow and for a moment the four men heard the sound of the air conditioning in the cutting room. Then slowly work again. Dick took a deep breath and looked at the other three pairs of eyes. He thought that such a story would make no sense at a time like this.

“Wow, that time was when I was just a new robin. It was one of the rainiest nights of the year. So we didn't go on patrol. I was sleeping in a normal bed but because of the thunder I couldn't sleep. Now when I decided to get up and grab the blanket and go sleep with Bruce-”

“Stop, Dickie Bird, how old were you then?” Jason's interjecting question caused the storyteller to turn his head and look, and the little brother of the house was staring at him as well. Why, what's the problem?

“Huh?” Wait, why was he annoyed that Jason was paired with Damian, smiling at him? Is it strange that I couldn't sleep so I went to see Bruce? He picked up the pillow next to his body and threw it at his eldest brother's face to make him stop making a mockery of himself. But instead of hitting the target because of the close proximity, it turned out to be the former Ro. fly people 2 of Batman picks up a child in his lap and uses it as a shield.

The best thing is that instead of the little one being angry at him for throwing a pillow at him, he pounced on the second brother, hitting and scratching him all sorts of things until Jason, who was both confused and hurt, had to shout and beg for surrender.

“Oh Baby Bat, why are you attacking me? Dick Head, how can you raise a child so favorably?” Seeing that Little Dee had avenged himself, Dick pretended to cough lightly and resumed his story.

“Ahem, now I can see wet footprints from under the bed, all around the room, even the ceiling. They were like big frog footprints. And the distance was all the same, as if it had passed through all the obstacles around the room. Even so, I still couldn't see anything, but I didn't dare get out of bed.

I don't even dare to reach out and turn on the light at the head of the bed. And when it rains outside, there will be constant flashes of lightning, right? Now, lightning strikes again. What I saw was-”

“Hudchiw.”

“Kid, can you please not interrupt?”

“It was a dark shadow with big eyes hanging down and looking at me on the bedan. All I did at that time was shout out loud and rush to the room. Bruce still couldn't help but feel happy that if I had just been busy at that time, Shocked in place What will happen to me? Hey, is the air conditioner in this room cooler than usual?”

“Looks like it's raining outside, Dick. What did you do after that?” Tim, who hadn't spoken for a long time, spoke up. Did he feel that all the stories the brothers had told were just to frighten him and the demon child? If so, they were wrong. And then? There was no fear or horror at all, just a story of a child sleeping alone thinking about it himself.

And he had a feeling that the 10-year-old sitting in Jason's lap with his arms crossed thought the same. But it was funny that this kid was listening intently like it was something very important.

“Well, in the morning I dragged Bruce into the room and I didn't see any wet footprints. I asked Bruce to put monster spray all over the room and thought it would do nothing, but then that night I heard something coming from under the bed. It was a moaning creature and I I think it might be the same one from last night.

Then there was a sound of scratching on the floor, like something under the bed was writhing in agony. I couldn't stand it, so I ran and slept with Bruce one more night. And the next day I didn't find anything again.”

"If you make a fuss then run away and sleep with your father. Do you have any dignity, Grayson?"

“At that time, I didn't care about my pride, Little Dee.” The eldest brother ignored the insulting look he received from his little brother. Why not try being him? Wanting to sleep but having to worry about the underside of your bed is a really bad feeling.

And then there's the story of Dick Grayson. That's the end of it.

"It's your turn, Timmy."

"What?" Red Robin looked clueless. Eyes still looking at the mobile screen Ignoring the eldest brother

“What do your eyes tell the story?”

"I don't have any. I'm sorry. The scariest thing in my life is when the doctor removes my wisdom teeth. Will you listen? At that time-"

“Oh, don't tell me or I'll shoot you completely with a gun. Agent” Jason stopped his eldest brother from describing what was probably his and Dick's greatest horror since his resurrection. He has never had his wisdom teeth removed. And with the famous name of the doctor and the look of distress on Tim's face, it was proven that Jason Todd has decided not to have his wisdom teeth removed for the rest of his life.

“I think we should stop telling stories and start watching movies- Oh, hello, it's me. Eh, I'm free. Is there something wrong? Okay. Okay, I understand. I'll go quickly. Bye.” Dick Grayson put his cell phone in his pocket. Running a hand through his hair, he turned to his younger brothers, who were looking at themselves.

“Barbara, there is an urgent matter.

Park row

It was raining heavily outside so there was a bit of an accident.”

“Park row

Or Dickie Bird? Hey, I'll go with you. It's my old neighborhood."

“Okay, go get ready.” Dick nodded to Jason, who walked out of the room. As for himself, he got up to turn on the light in the room and picked up the youngest child of the house, who didn't know when he had fallen asleep. He felt that the child in his arms had a fever again. He picked up the air conditioner remote and turned it off and was about to turn to speak to Tim when he spoke first, as if he knew what he was going to say.

“Dick Jason, seriously, let me go-”

"Sorry Timmy, you have to stay and take care of Little."

“Let me live with the ghost boy. Better yet, go with Jason, Dick.”

“Come on Tim. Just for one night until Bruce and Alfrek return tomorrow. Besides, Damian isn't that bad-”

“That's why. You've always taken this young man's side.”

“Tim” because you look like I'm about to kick a puppy, Dick.

"Just one night," Tim took the child into his eldest brother's arms. He ignored Dick's thanks and walked out of the room. Sometimes he wondered how brainwashed Dick had been to care so much for his little brother. He could feel the heat from the boy. If he were a normal person, he would. It probably looks pitiful, but when you think about it, it's Damien.

If I let him fall down the stairs and break his neck and die right here, would that be okay?

Tim Drake walked his little brother in front of his bed. He placed the 10-year-old down, almost tossing him. It was also strange that the children on the bed were powerless and did not even have the strength to stand up and oppose him, even though they usually fought each other to the point of death every time they saw their faces. Tim sat and looked at the lump curled up on the bed and an idea occurred to his head:

Does he have to cover you?

But his indifference inspired him to choose to walk back to his room without doing anything. Why did he act so cruel and callous? He hates children? Huh? No, this 20 year old young man is quite good at dealing with people. and is quite proud of his appearance, intelligence, and abilities since Bruce

Wayne adopted him and he often attended social events. We negotiate business a lot. He meets many types of people. I have many friends of different genders, different ages, and of course women. If I were to say that the only thing I get from having Wayne's name on my body besides money is a list of women. He's just a stupid kid. Two people couldn't put their hands on him, so the idea that he hated children could be eliminated. The next question.

Did he hate the youngest son of the Wayne family? That's the question Tim keeps asking himself every time he fights with this crazy kid. The answer is Damien was unlike any other idiot he'd ever met. Plus, he hated him first, no matter how many times he tried to approach him nicely, Damian would destroy it.

Both in front and behind Dick and the others' backs, it would have been better if there wasn't an older brother around to bully the brat, and he felt that it was very unfair. Since the name Robin was taken away and its importance diminished by Bruce's true bloodline. Do you think he tried so hard to get the name that Dick just threw it to Damian? It can be concluded that

He (probably) hates Damian.

Hell, Dick and Jason's outing probably wouldn't take 5 hours at most. Tim, you just spent 5 hours under the roof of the mansion with Damien, nothing more. Just breathe through it.

That's 4 hours and 59 minutes.

Tim Drake walked back into his own bedroom, at least his room was the furthest from Damian's. And it was one of the few advantages he would choose to stay back at the mansion. He picked up his laptop and typed non-stop reports due next week. Then he picked up his beloved girlfriend and drank while listening to the rain outside that seemed to be falling harder than before.

A long time has passed. In my head right now, aside from the countdown for when the brothers would return, I could hardly concentrate on what was on the laptop screen.

Why must he feel guilty?

Red Robin took his hand off the keyboard and grit his teeth. In my mind I thought of the child lying sick in the other room. Will he be asleep now or not? If the youngster's fever worsens because he refuses to cover him, isn't that what he is responsible for? But hey, he just promised Dick he'd stay friends.

I didn't say I'd take care of him. Whether Damien is good or bad is none of his business. Isn't it? If something happens, it's not his fault. Timothy, stop thinking and get on with your work. You can't be distracted by a kid who can't take care of himself, but not before his hands touch the keyboard again. time There was a loud crack of lightning and he heard a sound like something exploding and then suddenly the lights went out. Only his laptop screen was still bright.

The transformer exploded, he thought to himself.

Wow, it looks like the older brothers are probably going to be late coming home indefinitely.

And Tim Drake stopped counting down.

Damien Wayne awoke from a severe headache. Finding himself face down on the bed in his room, it must have been Grayson who had carried him and placed him here. The 10 year old tried to get up but all his strength had disappeared and he couldn't command. He hates any part of his body at times like this. He felt weak. feel like a child

Rarely did he get sick, but when he did, it was so severe that it took weeks to heal. Even though he felt good that Grayson and his father would give him special attention, the things that Damien Wayne could not do when he was sick were not things that Damien Wayne really craved, such as Stand up and sit on your own, etc.

The little boy held his breath and tried to exert his strength until he was able to sit up and lean against the wall fully, even though he had to sweat through his shirt, and he suddenly realized that the electricity in his room had gone out, probably because of this he could hear a sound. It was clearly raining outside even though my ears were ringing.

What Damien intended to do next was get some painkillers, realizing that Grayson had recently left his pills on his desk. He softly cursed his eldest brother in his heart, rubbing his face and rubbing his eyes. Then decided to lie down and sleep. Before his head hit the pillow I heard something rustling under the bed.

What? The little boy opened his eyes in the darkness, debating whether he should call out to someone or bend down to take a look. But the matter that Second Brother had said a few hours ago suddenly popped into his head.

'At that time, I saw another reflection of myself with red, puffy eyes.'

Just as the boy turned around he saw a reflection off the wall, and now under his bed was a large black shadow. And its eyes were red like Todd said, but it had 4 eyes, followed by the sound of something moving under his bed that still hadn't gone away.

What should I do?

Damien Wayne was shaking from a fever (not his fear of monsters that his brother's stories had told him). He wasn't afraid of anything like this since he was Robin, and it wasn't like he had never fought against living things. Strange appearance and with the blood of Wayne and Al Ghul running through his body. The word fear had never existed in his brain since birth but because of this crazy illness. He couldn't deal with whatever was under the bed alone, so

The 10-year-old used all his strength to get out of bed. and walked out of the room His little legs felt something soft from under the bed that hit him as he stepped out, which could be assumed that whatever it was was definitely not human.

“Grayson,” the little boy was knocking on the door. 3 when no response was heard from the people in the room So I took the opportunity to open the door, leaned forward, and what I found was emptiness.

Grayson isn't going anywhere?

Damien slowly walked into the room, picking up the painkillers on the small table next to his eldest brother's large bed. Open the cap and take the capsule. 2 tablets were swallowed immediately. Even after coming, I didn't see anyone. But at least the trip wasn't wasted, he thought so before hearing another wave of thunder through the window and Nightwing's story resounded in his head.

Maybe it was a coincidence that right now the little boy saw wet footprints all over the room. And what Grayson continues to tell is that if you lean your head up and look at the ceiling...

Tim Drake looked up from his laptop screen. When he felt someone knocking on his door several times, the processing system in his brain now guessed that the person standing at the door was probably the only child currently living in the mansion. Tim's bad premonition said that He shouldn't have gotten up to open it. But the initial guilt was what made him reach for the doorknob.

“What's the devil?”

“Drake, I..need help.”

wad!! The older man immediately closed the door upon hearing the boy's words. Damian must have planned something to irritate him. And for people who haven't slept for 36 hours, especially when it's raining outside and the lights are out inside. Plus the air conditioner couldn't turn on and his mood wasn't good. No, a 20-year-old man would never let a kid half his age ruin his life.

But then there was another knock on the door, this time accompanied by hoarse yelling and coughing from the people outside.

"Drake, I'm serious. I need help."

"Drake, I went to see Grayson and Todd. They're not home."

“Drake!! That Drake, that Drake, his name is Tim (Drake). Wayne, I want to emphasize that he's not Bruce's real son, right? The Fire Demon is going to come get a tattoo. Tee was angry, and out of anger at the unfavorable environment, he pulled the door open in frustration and saw the boy standing in the same position. The older man narrowed his eyes at his younger brother's emerald green eyes.

"If you have something to say, hurry up, five, four..."

“Help me spray the anti-monster spray under the bunk.”

“Okay, I can't do it, go back to sleep.” He almost closed the door as soon as he thought about opening it again, but this time Red Robin missed it. Damian used his feet and hands to block him from closing it. The door can He laughed at his brother's attempt. Surely he could have used the force to close the door immediately without paying attention to the little hands and feet that were supporting the door, but the demon boy's words interrupted his thoughts.

“There is..there is a monster under the bed.”

"So, you've got a fever that's made you go crazy?" Tim teased, reaching out to touch his forehead. It's called a slap, but Damian immediately hit his hand back.

“Don't touch the monsters like Todd and Grayson say.” Now Tim felt like dragging Damian back to his room and releasing him into the closet until the morning, wouldn't he? But the serious eyes that stared at him expectantly made him unable to continue teasing.

“Demon, to be honest, the story Jason and your beloved brother told was a fabrication.”

"untrue"

“Huh, come to think of it, those guys are still young and probably just spooked themselves like a person sleeping alone. Damien, you are a young enough to hear these things. So I put it away and thought about it and hallucinated myself. In conclusion, it was nonsense and a waste of time for me. So remove your hands and feet that are blocking the door and go back to your room and sleep.”

"but-"

"I don't have any, but will you let me carry you?"

“Can I sleep with you?” Maybe it was because he heard the question and half-beg that came out so loudly from the mouth of the last child on earth that Tim thought he would hear it, but he suddenly couldn't hear it. So I asked again.

"look for"

“Can I sleep with you?” Damian stared deeply into his brother's blue eyes. In his 10 year old's mind, he hoped that this would work, but he was wrong.

“Sorry little one, I'm not Dick and I'm not your biological father. Go back to your own room and sleep.” The older man decided to forcefully close the door without a trace. You think he cares? Oh, there's no way Damian is the kid he (probably) hates. Suddenly begging like this, even if it were a normal kid, it would still look cute, but anyone who's fooled this is crazy.

He returned to typing the report and picked up his new girlfriend, drinking all the caffeine before tossing it beautifully over his head. It was expected that she would be lying peacefully on the ground, but after some time passed, A strange feeling made him get up and walk to open the door again, and it wasn't much of a shock to the detective family.

Damien was still standing in the same place.

Damn it, Dick, Bruce, someone please come back.

“Sigh, come in.” Tim opened the door wider and closed it as another figure walked in. He saw the boy standing there looking stunned at the state of the room. A feeling of irritation rose up and he walked back and sat on the bed in a dull manner.

Why is the room so messy? I want to come and live here myself.

"Heh, if you can't accept the situation, go back to your own room and sleep."

"No, I haven't said anything yet." His face was so accusing. Oh, my child.

“Huh, you can stay anywhere except on this bed. Don't touch anything. Do not touch garbage on the floor. You have no rights. If I see that something in the room has changed a little, I will drag you back to your room. I understand, devil. Now go to bed.” Damian nodded to his brother before sitting down on the floor near the door of the room.

"Thank you, Drake."

“Hey, hey, you know how to say thank you? Incredible.”

“Isn't it very strange?”

“Ah, it's strange that when you said that to me, you hate me, don't you?”

“Do you have to say thank you to someone you love?” Damn it. I really don't like talking to children. Guessing the way is very difficult.

“No, let it be.”

“Besides, I don't hate you one bit.” The boy sat with his head bowed and mumbled to himself. It's not a feeling of hate. It was more jealousy than Damien. Wayne originally didn't want to be Robin. Since he met Batman, Tim Drake is the current Robin. Both are famous adopted sons of Bruce. Wayne and as Robin

His investigative ability is superior to that of other Robins, on the same level as Batman. The important thing is that Father trusts Drake. It hurts when I look back at myself, even though I'm your father's biological son, but my father didn't even know he existed until he was 10 years old, with someone who was smart and earned his trust. Isn't that the only way to fight and take the name? He just wanted to be Robin so that his father would get some attention.

Even if it means playing dirty like destroying the good wishes that Father's third ex-Robin offered to him. Then he threw the other person from the dinosaur in the cave until he was injured to the point of having to wear a cast.

Even after stealing the name, Father still didn't trust him.

And whenever he saw Third Brother's face at the mansion, he didn't dare face him. I can't say anything. Until I had to constantly argue with this older brother.

If that was the reason Drake thought he hated himself then it wouldn't be strange.

But of course, this brother definitely hates him. You can tell just by looking at him.

"Drake, what's this?" The boy picked up an empty can near him before being looked at by an older man on the bed who gave him a nonchalant, slightly biting look.

“I told you not to touch things in my room.”

"Coffee mixed with an energy drink? You shouldn't be drinking it."

“Huh, don't pretend to be knowledgeable and lecture others, demon.” Damian put the empty can back in its original place. Then he sat with his knees hugged against the door of Tim's room, continuing to look at the laptop screen without paying any attention to him.

“I just don't think that a person with abilities like you deserves to die over something like this.”

“I must have been deaf to hearing a demon like you worry about me.”

"Isn't it very strange, Drake? You're one of my older brothers too."

“If you see that I really am your big brother, you should shut up and go to sleep.”

“If that's what you want, good night, brother.”

Tim Drake is thinking about Robin's last words. It seemed like he had misunderstood something very important.

Hey, Damien called him just now. Is that your brother?

“The fever has made your brain go crazy again, right, kid?” When he didn't hear a reply from the other party, the person who was pretending to be staring at the laptop leaned over and looked. Bruce Wayne's youngest child was now sleeping with his head resting in the doorway of his room. No pillows and blankets with influenza In the eyes of the general public, he must have looked very bad for treating the son of a billionaire.

Yes, right now Tim really felt himself that way. He decided to turn off the electronic device on his lap and put it under the bed.

“Hey, what's wrong, demon?” Tim hurriedly got up from the bed and poked his younger brother with his hand after he suddenly panted unconsciously, not knowing if this kid was teasing him or not. But his head was now filled with Damien's voice repeating over and over.

'Besides, I don't hate you one bit.'

“Hey, I was joking just now. Get up and go lie on the bed.”

'You are also one of my older brothers.'

“Hey, devil, what were you raving about just now? Plus he calls me brother. Let's talk first. Damian: “It seems that neither his calling nor poking were effective. When he fell asleep, he fell asleep and was unconscious. Could it be because of the effects of the fever? He touched the child's sweaty forehead again, this time it was so hot that he had to pull his hand back.

Coupled with the heavy panting of the child in front of him. My symptoms are not good anymore.

'Thank you, Drake'

He's a mean person like this.

Tim Drake decided to scoop up the boy who was breathing heavily on the floor. Then he carried the sick person in his arms to his bedroom. He thought it might be because the condition of his room made it difficult for him to breathe. The youngster's condition improved. He opened the door and saw two quadrupeds scurrying between his legs.

They seem to have sensed that their master, who disappeared for quite a night, has returned to sleep. Normally, all pets are in the bat cave. How and when did they come up? Red Robin thought to himself that maybe Dick had secretly taken him to visit his master, who he hadn't visited for two days. He thought of Damien ordering Titus the dog. His giant body and his cat, Alfred, jumped and bit him every time he wanted to play with them or sometimes attacked for no reason, so Tim was not at all affected by the disease of the Wayne family's pets.

But strangely, this time they seemed to be kinder to him. Tim gently placed the child in his arms on a nice bed. Then arrange to cover him with a blanket Plus, gently biting people who don't understand on the bed.

“Did you almost die in my room? The devil told you to sleep in your own room. Makes everyone frightened.”

Then he suddenly remembered the words of the boy on the bed a few minutes ago. The elder smiled for no reason, talking to himself.

“The truth is, I don't hate you, little brother.”

Now we're lost.

Tim knew that tomorrow everything would be the same. Damian will go back to being the bad boy he used to be, which is good because he can't imagine his good brother at Wayne Manor and will be disappointed that he won't get teased by this brat anymore. He caresses his hair. His brother's front cover was removed. Then he looked at the child's sleeping face on the bed.

For the first time, he saw that his little brother was as cute as any other child when he slept.

“Huh, I guess I've caught your fever. Your brain is all messed up,” he complained to the unconscious person on the bed. Before walking out of the room, it must have been a coincidence that the lights suddenly went out. It began to return to normal work. There's probably nothing as good. Got to sleep in the air conditioner comfortably in the room again, Tim. Drake walked back to his room and on the way thought about his brother coming to see him.

Is it a strange creature? What he was sure of was that Damien's room definitely didn't exist. It was more likely that there were two pets that were sleeping under the bed watching over their owner, but the younger brother didn't realize it. Heck, it was already said that the child was sleepwalking and hallucinating himself.

Suddenly, Red Robin heard the roar of a large animal coming from the room he walked past. He recognized the room as his eldest brother Dick Grayson's room.

He suddenly got goosebumps. The courage to open the door to my brother's room disappeared.

Oh my god, is the story Dick told true?

Or just because you don't get enough sleep? I guess I'll have to pump 2 more cans of my beloved girlfriend.

'I just think that someone with abilities like you He didn't deserve to die over something like this.'

You crazy girl, if I have to break up with my boyfriend because of you....

Let's talk about it tomorrow, Tim Drake thought to himself and walked back to his room to sleep.

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