And now it is time to conclude LaurenHardy13's Son of Batman series. Remember that Dick is Nightwing at nine years old and Damian is Robin at thirteen. Also like before, I'm writing my own version so this won't be 100% like the movie. Thank you to all who are still with me.

Richard Grayson-Wayne was currently in the cave as Nightwing trying not to get killed. A giant robot made by Lucius Fox designed to punch, kick, and everything else criminals in Gotham City might do while in the field was trying to knock him off his feet. His main objective was to turn off four small buttons at the center of his chest in order to make the robot shut down. Nightwing jumped up in the air avoiding the robot arm hitting him and as soon as he was back on the ground squatted down to avoid a kick. Afterwards, the robot left an opening making Nightwing throw two baterangs towards its chest with one hitting its target and the other missing. He let out a small grunt and continued to use his acrobatics. While doing a back flip, the robot kicked the boy away from him making Dick hit the ground hard.

"Observe your opponent's every move Dick. You have to be one step ahead of them," Batman told him who was currently at the Bat-computer working on a case. Dick got back up and tossed another baterang but once again missed. The boy let out a louder grunt then previous and quickly jumped to the side while the robot now shot out a few lasers from its arm. Nightwing did a few backflips avoiding the lasers until one hit his right arm causing a small burning sensation.

"Ouch!" He shouted falling to the ground holding his arm. The robot came over to the fallen bird and kicked him sending Nightwing across the room. He fell on his back hard causing him to groan in pain. Just as the robot started walking back towards him, three baterangs hit the switches causing the robot to completely shut down. Dick looked up and saw Bruce standing up from the computer walking towards him.

"What was that?" He asked in his sturn Batman voice.

"Me getting attacked by a giant robot," Nightwing answered as he got up massaging his upper back.

"You're distracted," he said.

"No I'm not," Nightwing said and Bruce's eyes got narrow. "Alright you got me; I guess I ama little."

"What's going on?" he asked.

"It's nothing; just something stupid."

"It's something if you can't concentrate. If you want to be my partner then you have to put any and all distractions behind you. Enemies will see that and use it to their advantage. It's dangerous if you aren't focused and I won't always be able to get to you right away," Bruce explained.

"I know, I know. I can't be a screw-up on the field," Dick said and then let out another sigh as his shoulders sagged down. "I'll never be on your level," he said looking to the ground. Bruce walked closer to Dick and got at eye level with him before lifting his chin to look up at him.

"Stick with that attitude and I'll never let you out. I don't expect you to be on my level right away. It took me years of training and discipline to get to where I am and you've only been training for almost a year and a half. As your mentor and adopted father I'm going to help you improve your skills but you need to focus on the task at hand without any distractions. Until you learn to do that, you're grounded from training," Bruce said.

"How disappointing," a voice came from the shadows from behind Dick. Bruce shot up and quickly pulled his cowl back on as well as getting out a baterang from his belt before going to stand protectively in front of his son who had since turned around where the voice came from. That's when Talia Al Ghul slowly walked out from the shadows smiling. Her dark hair had grown slightly longer then it was two years ago and was wearing her normal black revealing jumpsuit with holsters on her hips.

"I expected better from a boy who now calls himself a Wayne, but it's no surprise at what a miserable failure you are," she said as she walked closer towards the two. Bruce gazed a quick look at his son to see his shoulders had risin' to his ears, his cheeks were turning a slightly red color, and was currently rubbing his right hand up and down his left arm looking back down at his boots.

"Go upstairs Dick, now!" he ordered. Dick gave a final glance at Bruce before walking over to the tube that changed him back into his regular clothes. Once he was out, he walked up the stars that took him to the elevator without saying a word.

"I don't appreciate you talking to my son like that," Bruce said glaring at her.

"Only by a simple piece of paper. You didn't create him like we did with Damian Beloved," Talia answered.

"You think I care about that? What exactly are you doing here Talia?"

"Only to check up on our son; the son that you sent away!" Talia shouted.

"I never sent him away. It was his choice to leave," he said.

"You should have stopped him!"

"He needs to find his own path Talia. Not one you or I force upon him," Bruce explained crossing his arms together.

"He doesn't need to discover a path. His destiny is with the League of Assassins! It is his duty as heir of The Demon," Talia said.

"Not if I have anything to say about it," he said.

"Oh Beloved. Why do you still despise us? We both desire the same goal; to rid the world of those who corrupt it," She said in a soft tone slowly walking over to him and put her arms around him. "Just think of it, a new beautiful world without anyone to alter it ever again. We'll finally be together for all eternity with Damian right by our side," she explained and leaned in for a kiss but Bruce grabbed Talia's wrists pushing her away.

"And just what, out of curiosity, will happen to my other son?"

"You won't need him Bruce. You already have the perfect son and heir. But if you still absolutely desire, he still could be quite useful. Perhaps we can train him to be an assassin," Talia said getting out of Bruce's grip.

"My answer still hasn't changed since your father asked me the last time. I'll never join you. Now get out of my house!" Bruce demanded.

"But Beloved…"

"I SAID OUT!" Bruce shouted and walked away back towards the Bat-computer.

"This isn't over Beloved; not by a long shot," she warned and once again disappeared into the shadows.

Break*Break*Break

Meanwhile, Dick was lying down on his personal window sill in the darkened room looking out of his window sniffling and wiping his now wet cheeks. The sun had long since set but he could still see the crisp, cold wind blowing around the colored leaves that had recently fallen all across the yard in addition to getting stuck in the now drained fountain sitting in the middle of the driveway.

Suddenly Dick's IPad started to vibrate. He gasped and ran over to turn the light switch on and rushed over to his vanity. He grabbed a recently worn long sleeved shirt that was discarded on the floor and wiped his face with the sleeve. The IPad stopped ringing and left a 'missed call' icon on his screen but thirty seconds later was vibrating again. Dick did a final check of his face and quickly ran over to his desk across the room before heading back to the window seat.

Call from Damian

Dick pressed the green answer button and Damian's face appeared with a small screen of Dick located in the upper right hand corner.

"Hi Dami!" Dick said cheerfully.

"You're late," Damian commented.

"Sorry, I was training in the cave," Dick lied.

"That's not an excuse. You're expected to be here on time right when I call you," Damian scowled.

"I know I know. So how's it going?" he asked changing the subject.

"Nothing of your concern. What happened this week?" he asked.

"Well I got an A+ on my Algebra test," Dick said.

"Oh, what a surprise know-it-all. What else?" Damian said rolling his eyes.

"Nothing that you'll find interesting," Dick said.

"Alright so what's really bothering you?" Damian asked.

"What do you mean? I'm alright," he insisted.

"Grayson," Damian warned raising his eyebrows.

"I really don't wanna to talk about it okay?"

"Ha! So there is something going on with you!" Dick went to respond but tilted his head back and grunted.

"Darn it!"

"Busted! So spill," he ordered and Dick let out a long sigh.

"Fine, but you can't tell Bruce."

"Word of honor," Damian said and Dick bit his lip before taking in a deep breath.

"It's…it's about the adoption," Dick said.

"You're having second thoughts? It's a little late for that Grayson," Damian said.

"No it's not that. It's just….what's it like to be Bruce's real son?"

"His real son? What the hell are you talking about? Father legally adopted you and you even got your name changed to Grayson-Wayne. As much as I despise the thought, you're an official Wayne now," Damian said.

"That's the problem though. Now that I have his family's name, I have to show Bruce that I'm worthy enough to be considered his son."

"Whoa slow down kid. You're the pure and perfect little Dick Grayson. I guess it's pure and perfect Dick Grayson-Wayne now but still. Nothing you ever do will change the way he treats you. Trust me, I already tried to change his mind about you teacher's pet. Why would he ask you to take his name if you weren't already worthy?" Damian said.

"I…I don't know but it's not enough. Bruce is always down in the cave working or patrolling the city so Batman must mean more to him than I thought. If I'm a son of Batman now, then I have to be perfect crime fighter. It's the only way but I keep making so many mistakes in front of him. He even grounded me from practice because of how much I mess up. Some son I am," Dick said.

"If there's one thing I know, it's that being honorable in another's eyes takes time and discipline. But the most important thing is to do whatever it takes to accomplish the mission. If I find out that you failed a mission because it was 'too hard,' I might just have to kill you literally," Damian threatened and Dick chuckled.

"Good luck with that," the young boy answered and started to yawn. "I think I'm gonna go to bed."

"Very well, oh and Grayson?"

"Hmm?"

"Blood doesn't matter in this family. So enough with the 'I'm not his real son' crap already," Damian said and hung up.

"Thanks Dami," Dick whispered looking out his window and gently allowed his eyes to shut.

Batman: Bad Blood (LaurenHardy13's version)

Well? Thoughts so far? I Who's ready for more Bad Blood? Anyone? Anyway let me know how you like it and see you next time.

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