A/N: No more sequel! Gotta leave some space for solo fics, yeah?

Dick stumbled out of the panic room, prompting Bruce to catch him.

"I'm fine," the acrobat waved off the billionaire's concerned gaze and glared at his youngest brother. "You locked me in the panic room. Why did you have to lock me in the panic room?"

"I expected you to recover faster, Grayson." Damian huffed, his arms crossed and his voice totally unrepentant. "Aggravating your injury in battle does not help matters."

Off to the side and being treated for his injury, Tim spoke to Bruce, "Told you Dick did a great job with him."