I walked the halls of the manor silently, lost in thought. I never really thought about what would happen when Father came back, except that Grayson and I probably wouldn't be partners anymore. But now Grayson had left the manor, gone back to New York. Did I miss him? Tell no one, but yes. I have grown to care for the circus acrobat. And I am happy Father is back, but I thought Grayson would stay, maybe help Father train me, and get him back on his feet. But Father never fell off his feet. He asked if Grayson would stay, if only for a little while. But he respectively refused. I wish he had stayed. I really do. I found myself standing in front of Grayson's old room, just standing there, when the door opened, and Father walked out. We were both surprised by the others presence, "Father, what were you doing in there?" I asked.

He smiled sadly and opened the door again. I walked in, and noticed nothing different. Father walked to the dresser, and opened the top drawer pressing something inside it. The west side wall slid open, showing an elevator. I looked at Father, and he nodded. I stepped in, with Father close behind me. He pressed a button, and the elevator door shut, and we started to go down. When the door finally opened, I discovered why Father was in Grayson's room.

Father had built a Batcave. It wasn't as big as the original, but fairly large. It had a computer that was probably connected to the main Batcave's main frame, an armory, a small infirmary, and a small trophy room that held many memorable items Grayson had collected. There was a garage with his motorcycle from his robin days, his Nightwing bike, and his Batbike. It also had on display all of Grayson's Robin suits, his Nightwing suits, and his Batman suit. And, what surprised me, there on display, was one of my extra Robin suits, and in the garage, my Robin bike. The armory held my weapons as well as Grayson's. The infirmary held two beds. This Batcave was built for Grayson, and me.

"I'm going to show him when he comes back," Father said, and I could feel him looking at me, trying to gage my reaction to the whole thing. "And, if you like, I could add an entrance in your room.

"I would like that," I started, my voice failing to hide my longing and excitement. "Can I help?" my voice cracked, just barely, but enough that Father heard. He put a hand on my shoulder.

"Damian," he said, and I could hear all the implications in my name. I turned around. Father bent down and hugged me. "It's ok," he whispered. I did nothing for a few second, surprised at the sudden show of affection. Hesitantly, I pit my arms around his neck. Feeling the tears starting to well up, I squeezed.

"I miss him, Father. I miss Dick."

There I am satisfied. Because of me, Bruce and Damian are one step closer to being as normal of a family as Batman and Robin can. Dami needed hugged, the kid has been through so much and no cares! He needs loved, especially from Bruce!