A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I had this chapter written, but I didn't like it, so I tried to rewrite it and realized I liked this one more. That, and I packed my flash drive somewhere when I was moving out and just found it.

Warning: Brotherly bickering, and Jason still likes to use the "F" word a lot.

Things moved quickly after the…incident with Dick. Tim reentered the room with the oxygen mask he sought after to see that Dick's gunshot injury was bleeding even more heavily than before. Alfred had run in only moments after, with a concerned Damian in tow. The old butler took Jason's place keeping pressure on the injury shooed everyone out, sans Bruce.

Turns out, it looked a lot worse than it actually was. The impact when Dick's wound hit the bed was enough pressure to not only tear his stitches, but especially split-open his wound even further. His passing out was attributed to the fact they had already been weaning him off of the pain medication, so the amount of pain from the aggregation of his injuries on his chest and arm stunned him into a panic attack. The amount of blood loss was not as severe as they thought, so he didn't need a transfusion, but he did lose a lot of blood. The bruising on his chest was worse, but not significantly. Alfred put him on saline to help replenish the nutrients in his system, but said everyone needs to be patient. He just needs to sleep it off.

It's been about an half an hour since everything transpired, and Tim was still completely in the dark about what happened. He's been back in the lab of the cave since then trying to distract himself with the case.

They had nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Nothing out of the ordinary found in the needle they injected Dick with.

Nothing in the rebreather filtrations that they used when there was gas in the room.

Nothing on where the hell Crane could be.

Nothing on who hired him.

Nothing on what his endgame is.

Their case was completely dry! How did that happen? They had gotten so close to apprehending Crane. So close.

He leaned against the table and closed his eyes, his mind wandering back to his older brother.

Dick was fine when I left the room after he woke up, he thought. What could have possibly happened? His mind tried to piece everything together.

Jason and Damian were still with Dick after he had left to run the sample.

He had heard Jason screaming to Damian about what happened when he was heading back, so Jason must've left the room shortly after he did if he didn't know what was going on either.

That left Damian.

Dick was on the floor leaning against the end of the bed. He was gasping for air and crying out in pain. Jason was trying to speak to him, telling him to breathe, but he couldn't.

Had Dick fallen and hit the bed on his way down?

Could it have been fear toxin that caused him to freak out? Maybe it hasn't left his system…but there was no evidence to suggest that it hadn't.

If that was the case, he needed to know everything. That was the only way to help Dick.

The young detective huffed in frustration. There were too many missing pieces!

Pieces that Damian could probably fill. Maybe he even had something to do with it. It wouldn't be out of character for him to hurt someone intentionally. He was the only one in the room with Dick.

Exiting the lab, Tim sought after Damian. He needed to know everything. If this incident had been random, then there had to be something they were missing in their scans. Dick could still possibly be in danger.

He walked by Dick's room in the med bay, but saw that Bruce and Alfred were still tending to Dick. They wouldn't have allowed Damian in, so he couldn't have been in there.

Gym, maybe? The kid was normally there to unleash the fury that no eleven-year should even have pent up in their system, ever. He headed there next.

Surprisingly, he wasn't there either. Instead, Jason sat legs out on the sparring mat beginning to wrap his knuckles in bandages. The second eldest looked up as he heard him enter the room.

"Looking to spar, Timbo?" He asked continuing to wrap his hands.

"Maybe later. I'm actually looking for Damian. You seen him?"

Jason shook his head and looked down as he continued to wrap his hands, making the white of his hair fall over his face, partially covering his eye. "Alf sent him to his room. He feels really bad about Dick."

Tim's brows furrowed in confusion. "You mean, like worried?"

The older man scoffed. "No, like guilty. He shoved him, or something, but it was an acc - hey, where are you going?" The younger boy had already turned on his heels before he could finish his thought.

The little shit! He just knew he had something to do with it! Tim was already heading up the stairs to the manor, the anger evident in his gait. What the hell made him think it was okay to hurt someone when they were already down? Has being part of this family taught him nothing in these past few years? And here he thought Damian had actually changed!

When he got to the top of the stairs and to Damian's room, Tim practically threw the door open. The boy in question was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling stroking his kitten.

"What the hell, Damian?!" He stated angrily.

A look of shock appeared on the younger boy's face as he sat up before dissolving into a look of anger. "What are you on about, Drake?"

"You seriously thought it'd be okay for you hurt Dick when he was already injured?"

The look of shock was back on Damian's face, mixed with hurt. "You fool! You know nothing! I - I didn't mean to!" As he began to yell back, the cat scurried off the bed and through the door past Tim's feet.

"How the hell could you not mean to? You practically threw him onto the floor!"

Damian was on his feet now, approaching Tim who was standing in front of the door. "You weren't there! You don't know what happened!"

"And that justifies you wanting to hurt our brother?!"

"I never said it justified anything! It was an accident!"

The two were only a foot apart now. "How can you accidentally push someone enough to make them bleed? To hurt them enough to not be able to even take a breath? How could this - " Instinctually, he threw his arms out and shoved Damian, the boy moving a few feet back. " - be an accident?!"

Damian only grew more angrier, a scowl on his face, his voice getting dangerously low. "Do not touch me again, Drake."

"Oh sorry," he began sarcastically, "It was a fucking accident."

That did it.

In hindsight, Tim knew exactly what he was doing, but his anger, his confusion, his frustration got the best of him. It wasn't really fair to provoke the kid. Tim even knew that he jumped to conclusions, but here they were. The two Robins in the midst of an impromptu sparing match. Their punches lacked their usually grace and coordination. Both Robins were throwing punch and kicks mostly blindly out of anger.

Another voice joined the chaos. "Hey! Knock it off!" That was Jason. The two didn't act as they heard them, instead continuing to work to harm each other.

Suddenly, Jason grabbed Damian and picked him up turning him away from Tim, his leg extending and placed on Tim's chest to keep them apart.

Tim leaned into Jason's leg, but did not make any further move to pursue Damian. Damian, however, continued thrashed around. "Hood! Release me immediately!"

Jason dropped his leg, and shifted his hold on Damian to where his feet were back on the ground, but still used one arm to hold him back. The other armer held up in Tim's direction as a placating gesture. "Not gonna happen. Hold fucking still!"

Damian continued to thrash angrily, but less aggressively as before.

"Or fucking don't, you little shit." He turned to address Tim. "You couldn't give me a second to explain what I knew?"

"What more is there to know, Jason? Damian tried to hurt Dick, and you're about to defend him?" He replied, breathing heavily.

"I don't need you to defend me, Todd! I can defend myself!"

Jason acted as if he didn't hear the youngest. "Do you fucking hear yourself right now, Tim? Aren't you supposed to be the smart one?"

"This isn't about me, Jason! This is about Dick! And he-" He pointed at Damian. " - tried to hurt him!"

"If you listened, you would've known that he didn't fucking mean to."

"What the hell? How can he not mean to?! He hurt him! What - were you angry that you got yourself captured and Dick had to save your ass!"

"Tim, that's enough! Shut the fuck up and listen!"

At this point, Damian had gone still. Glaring angrily at the floor, Jason's arm still being held across his chest.

"Damian was still asleep when we left the room!"

Tim didn't retort, which invited Jason to continue. "He was having a nightmare. Dick tried to wake him up and got too close. The kid acted on instinct when he detected that someone was close to him. It was a fucking accident. Chill the fuck out."

Jason released his hold on Damian. "Sound about right, kid?"

Damian stood still, continuing to stare at the floor. "It was an accident," he confirmed in a quieter, much calmer, but confident voice. He words thick with guilt.

Tim stared wide-eyed, his look exchanging between Jason and Tim. Jason had put that together with so little information when Tim couldn't. Damian lashed out in his sleep! All of them were known to have done that before. Just this time the person on the receiving end happened to have been Dick.

Tim closed his eyes tightly and brought a hand to his temple. He released a heavy sigh, "Look, Damian. I'm -" He began, but he was cut off.

"Get out of my quarters," Damian stated calmly.

Without another word, Jason walked towards Tim and grab his arm as they headed out of the room. The door slammed shut behind them.

Jason kept a firm hand on Tim's arm as he led them further away from the Damian's door.

"Jason, I get it. Let me go," Tim said tiredly.

He threw his arm as they came to a stop at the end of the hallway and waited for Tim to turn around.

"No, I don't think you do. What the fuck were you thinking jumping to conclusions like that? Damian's a fucking kid, you shitwad."

The other red leaned against the wall with his eyes closed. "Yeah, he is a kid. I get it. It just didn't look good for him, alright? I really thought he hurt him."

"Now, really think about that statement, Timbo." Jason crossed his arms casually, his face still angry. "You actually think Damian, the kid practically attached to the hip of either Daddybats, or fucking, you guessed it, Big-bird older brother, would actually want to cause him bodily harm after one:,"

He uncrossed his arms and held up one finger. "Wing-nut got his chest busted in, a bullet dug out of his arm, just overall beat to fucking hell."

He held up two fingers. "Two: The kid is blaming himself for the mission."

Three fingers. "Three: Thinking the happy-go-skippy Golden-boy tried to fucking kill himself."

Four. "Or four: after he stood by his bedside the entire fucking night waiting for him to make sure he was okay."

Tim stayed silent at the revelation. He didn't take any of those factors into account. At all. These were things Tim never overlooked.

Jason uncrossed his arms. "Look. I know you're worried about Dick, but you need to calm the fuck down and stop looking for someone to take out your anger on."

Yeah, that was coming out of Jason's mouth. Mr. Used-to-kill-people-who-pissed-him-off. But, shit, come on. Even Jason grew up from that mentality and just, you know, hits other things and doesn't kill them.

Jason thought Tim crossed the line targeting Damian like that.

"I know, Jay. I'm sorry." Tim continued to lean on the wall, now grasping the sides of his head.

"Why the fuck are you apologizing to me for?" Jason huffed, rolling his eyes.

"I'll give him some space for now and apologize later, alright?" Tim looked up at him with big, tired eyes still leaning against the wall.

Jason observed him critically. Tim hasn't gotten any sleep either since they got back. Kid looked exhausted. Yeah, he thought. Me too. He also understood that it was going to be hard to get any sleep unless they at least had a lead.

They didn't know where Crane could have gone.

They still didn't know all of the effects of this new formula.

They didn't know who hired Crane in the first place.

They were back at a dead-end on the Crane case.

He took a deep breath and tried to put himself in Tim's shoes. His stress found an outlet on Damian, that's all there was to it. He needed closure on this case. He had to make sure his family was going to be alright.

"We have other things to focus on. I know you're stressed out that we still haven't found Scarecrow, but you're acting like…well, me. And I think we all know that's not exactly a fun road to go down."

"I know, I know, Jay. I just feel like we're missing something. And if we don't find that something out soon, someone is going to get hurt."

Jason shook his head and looked down as the silence grew. Both taking a second to collect their thoughts.

"This whole night… it isn't his M.O. There's something else going on, I just know it," Tim thought out loud.

No one else gets hurt, the Red Hood thought. Not by some pyscho in a burlap sack.

Jason walked passed Tim and started heading for the cave, inviting him to follow. "So, let's fucking catch this son-of-a bitch."

A/N: There wasn't a lot of TimTim in the last few chapters, so just gonna sliiiide this chapter in. Sorry if you think it's super out of character! A little unnecessarily theatric, but eh. Just a tiny bit more angst before I move the plot along.

And so the family begins to unravel.