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I went to a party and wrote this during the car ride there and back. Then, I finished it when I got home.

Jason's POV

I wake up to the sound of people arguing. I reach for the gun under my pillow. All I feel is my arm. I jolt up and realize I'm at the manor... when'd I get a pillow? Anyway I stretch and follow the noise. Bruce is on the phone with Leslie, I think.

"Leslie, we can't make him!" Bruce argued.

"What the fuck are you guys arguing about" I yell, rubbing my eyes, "I swear to god if it's before noon people will die".

"Leslie, yo-" I snatched the phone from him.

"Hello" I said, roughly, damn what time is it.

"Jason? Give the phone back to Bruce" she huffed.

"No, now talk" I said, closing my eyes.

"I'm trying to get Tim back to the hospital. After what happened last night we need to take precautions" she stated.

Jason hummed, while his eyes stayed closed, "ok, two things, one what time is it".

"7:30" she said.

Jason groaned, "too fucking early, this is why I don't have a job".

"Jason, just get Tim here" Leslie said, getting frustrated.

"Hmm" he hummed again, "no" he hung up and tossed Bruce the phone. Still not opening his eyes, he dragged himself back to Tim's room. I laid down on the ground and fell asleep.

Only to be shaken awake, not even 30 seconds later, "Jason, come on, get up, your not sleeping on the ground" Bruce said, making me stand. "C'mon BluJay, lean on me".

I leaned most of my weight on Bruce and he walked me to my room. He pulled off the comforter and laid me down. He covered me up and sat at the edge. Bruce moved my white streak off my forehead and kept his hand on my head.

"You should stay over more often" Bruce whispered. I just hummed in confirmation that I heard him. My head turned to the side as I drifted off, Bruce stroking my cheek with his thumb was the last thing I felt as I fell asleep.

I woke up feeling someone climb into bed next to me. I opened my eyes a bit and saw Damian curl up next to me. I pulled him close and closed my eyes again, but didn't sleep. I waited to see if he'd say anything.

"Todd, why are you hugging me" he asked, quietly.

"Because I'm tired, so hush, and let me sleep" I said, I felt him nod. I stroked his hair and fell back asleep.

The next time I woke up, it was noon. I looked down at Damian, who was asleep.

"Damian" I whispered. His eye immediately opened, wide, and he looked at me, "we need to talk".

I propped myself up against the headboard and pulled him onto my lap and leaned him against me, "about what".

"You" I said, he looked at me curiously, "what's wrong with you, kid, and don't say you're ok".

"I'm fine" he said, well, he didn't say he was ok.

"You know what I mean, talk to me kid" I insisted.

"There is nothing to talk about" he said, nonchalantly, and shrugged.

"Oh, yes there is, so talk or I'm getting Bruce in here and he'll find out. I know when someone's hiding something, kid. I was just like you, still am, but that's not the point. Talk" I said, looking him in the eyes, searching for something, anything.

Damian just shrugged, "God, you're just like Tim" I said, exasperated. Damian just stared at his hands, "talk kid... please" I tried.

Damian shrugged, "I don't know, I just...".

"Just what" I pushed, softly.

"My mother said I have this thing. My emotions sometimes get the best of me and I'm usually good at hiding it, whether I let it out on a punching bag or" he stopped.

"Or..." I urged.

"Cry in my room" he whispered, then continued in a nervous tone, "and and loud noises irritate me. I get nightmares, I know it's not uncommon for us, but my mother it's common. Sometimes, well sometimes, it's hard for me to process things, not situations, well sometimes, but" Damian furrowed his eyebrows.

"Like a learning disability" I asked, softly.

"Y-yeah I guess" he stuttered, "my mother use to offer me a chance to get treatment or medicine for it, but I never allowed it".

The room went silent, after a few seconds I decided to break it, "Damian" I said.

He looked up at me, "yeah?"

"Are you autistic?" I whispered.

"Sort of" Damian said, "Aspergers" he corrected.

Our heads snapped to the door as it opened. Bruce and Dick slipped in, were they listening?

Dick's eyes looked watery and Bruce looked confused. Dick picked up Damian and buried Damian's head in the crook of his neck. Damian's legs were wrapped around Dick's waist.

"Oh Dami, why didn't you tell me" Dick whispered, kissing Damian's temple.

"I didn't tell anyone" Damian whispered.

"My poor baby" Dick whispered, rubbing Damian's back.

Bruce and I gave them privacy, even though it's my room. Bruce pulled out his phone and walked into his study, he closed the door behind us and I watched as he dialed. 'Please don't be Leslie' I thought.

"Talia how could you not tell me my child's autistic" Bruce grounded out, glaring. Oh shit. He called Talia.

Bruce listened for a bit, then said, "I don't care if he's autistic, Talia. I care that you didn't tell me. I could've helped him".

After another pause, "Dick, could probably convince him to take something to help. He's 10, he doesn't fully understand this, Talia. What if I didn't hear Damian and Jason's conversation? What if Damian never told him? What would happen when he became a teenager? Things would be worse for him. Teenagers go through depression, Talia, him being autistic won't make it better it'll make it worse".

"Goodbye Talia" Bruce hung up and sighed.

"So what now" I asked.

"I... don't know" he said, "yet".

I nodded, "let's head back".

Bruce nodded and we went back to my room. Dick and Damian were on my bed, hugging.

"Damian" Bruce sat on the edge of the bed, putting a hand on Damian's shoulder, "would you mind if you got treatment?"

Damian nodded, "I'll be ok, I don't want anything".

"Damian, I don't think you fully understand the-" Bruce started, but Damian cut him off with a shake of his head.

"I don't want anything" Damian said, sitting up. Dick pulled him back down.

"Dami, maybe you should" Dick whispered.

"No" Damian shook his head.

"Ok, you don't have to" Dick smiled at him softly.

"Damian, as you get older you might not be able to control it as well, please tell one of us if it gets hard for you to handle it" Bruce asked.

Damian nodded, "I will, promise".

Bruce smiled, "good, you're a really good kid Damian".

Damian smiled, "like they say, like father, like son".

I'm sorry if I offended anyone, it was not my intention. I know this story is about Timmy and this is more Damian centric, but I really wanted to write a Damian/Aspergers story so I decided to add it in. There will probably be only one or two more chapters left of this story. Also, Damian actually does have Aspergers, that's how I got this idea, and if anyone ever reads a story or writes one please tell me. I really wanna read one about this subject.