Raising Robins

Dick's Discipline

Bruce returned home hours after Damian was deposited back to the Manor and sent to his room. The Wayne head of household rapped his knuckles on Damian's door and came in to check on the kid. As a product of being out with out a filtration device, Damian inhaled Scare gas. Of course the kid left his rooftop immediately and searched out the sewers. Now Bruce found him in Dick's room, bundled up in his big brother's room. He had decided to ground Dick until the morning when he would commence Dick's discipline. until then he knew that he was going to have a different battle: Damian's nightmare-induced bedwetting.

"You two can't stay up all night." Bruce said. "Damian. Go to your room." He ordered.

"But father-" Damian's voice wavered. "I want to stay here. May I?"

Bruce sighed. "You have to go to your own bed. We don't have a mattress protector on Dick's mattress."

Damian's face flushed and he looked quickly away to the floor on the side. 

"Damian." Bruce began. "It's fine if you night wet but you know what you need to do."

The youngest boy pouted. "I don't want to go to sleep."

With one scoop, Bruce picked Damian up. "Dick, if you want, you can sleep on Damian's floor. Or in the armchair. I'm going to light the fireplace."

Damian wrapped his arms around his father's neck and lazily nodded off as he was carried down the hall and sat on the side of his bathtub-hot tub combo. Alfred had slipped a Benadryl in Damian's chocolate milk- something he drank religiously before bed despite the fact that sugar causes vivid dreams.

Bruce reached in the medicine cabinet and handed a pull-up to his youngest son, but he was fast asleep on the cold tile. Bruce sighed and worked off Damian's briefs before slipping the diaper on and putting his son to bed. Dick brought the quilt he had from the circus, which he usually kept in a cedar chest and lay it across Damian's small, sleeping body.

He also brought a pillow and set up in the armchair across from Damian's twin-sized bed.

"Now or later?" Bruce asked. Dick knew he was referring to his upcoming spanking. He decided that he'd "like to just get it over" with while his brother's were asleep or in the Cave, wrapping up the mission's analytics on the computer. 

"Very well, Richard." Bruce said.

Dick got up and followed down the hallway while Bruce got his belt. Dick was set to get 9 strokes- one stripe for every other year of life.

Dick didn't bother objecting because he still lived with his father, and it was "his house, his rules" though they had talked about getting Dick set up in Bludhaven, outside of the city. Until then, Dick was supposed to take his punishment for interrupting Bruce and disrespecting him. 

Dick was allowed to keep his boxers on, which was rare. Bruce sighed and then took a deep breath.

"Do you want me to pause in between?"

"No, sir." Dick said. "I just want it done."

"Okay." Bruce agreed. He raised the belt to ear-level and brought nine strokes across a grunting and then howling Dick. When he was done, he gave Dick a hug and sent him to Damian's room. "Watch your little brother. I'm going back out."

"Okay." Dick agreed, rubbing out his bottom to reduce the burn and sting. Dick never hopped around like Tim, or cried like Jason after a spanking. He just took it and then walked very stiffly to Damian's room.

Dick plugged in his phone into an outlet in Damian's room and intended to stay up as late as he could, while his father was out.

It was 2am when Damian wet himself and groggily woke up. Dick brought a fresh pull-up and changed Damian.

"How much Benadryl did Alfie give you?" He asked, putting down Damian's legs and going to throw out the changing material. Damian had had dry nights for months before this week and Dick knew that they were fitful dreams but it was the first time Damian was sleeping at night.

Around 3, Dick was almost startled by Damian's weight on his chest. Damian had brought over the quilt. Dick patted his brother's back and padded bottom to soothe him until they both fell asleep.

Scare gas was serious. Luckily, Bruce had come up with an antidote after the boys had all been exposed a few times too many. Tim was 12 last time and slept in Bruce's bed, screaming in his dreams. Jason slept on Bruce's couch, shivering with cold sweat. Dick had just suffered through his exposures alone in his room.

When Bruce came up at 3:30, he nudged Dick awake and it woke up Damian. Bruce had formulated a small dose for Damian with another sedative and something to lower his blood pressure to avoid nightmares.

Few things scared Damian, but needles were one of them. Dick held him in a hug restrain while Bruce injected it into the thigh muscle. Damian relaxed again and slept until 11 am the next day, which was a school day Bruce let him take off.