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He just has to get them through the window. He points. “Home.”

Nightwing’s lenses go wide. “Uh-“ 

“Home.” He can get them both up, one at a time. Preferably Jason first, so he doesn’t run off. “Stay.”

He grabs Jason, throws him over his shoulder, and scales the building. Once at the window, he quickly dismantles the lock and the boobytrap, then opens the window. 

The apartment is well furnished, and the sink in the kitchen is full of dishes. Whoever lives here has money, he can tell through the sleep countertops, as well as the state of the art coffee machine. 

He sets Jason down, and exits the window again. 

Nightwing is furiously tapping on his phone. Peter rolls his eyes. Pay attention, for goodness sake. He climbs back down. “Up.” He says, and goes to grab Nightwing. 

The vigilante moves back and Peter hisses. “Hey! Up!” 

“I can do it myself, bud.” He pulls out a grappling hook. Peter’s eyes narrow on it. Suspicious. Peter gestures towards the window anyways. The man shoots- and is suddenly at the top of the window, crawling in. Peter follows suit. It is kinda nice to know one of his colony members can scale buildings, too.

“Web..” He mutters to himself, and behinds his scouting session of the apartment. He opens the one door, and there’s the bedroom. It has a bed with too many pillows to count, and Peter can’t wait to curl up into it with his colony. He peeks into the bathroom quickly, but nothing of interest comes up. 

He turns back around. Jason is staring at him. Peter tilts his head to the side. What? Nightwing has found himself in the kitchen, rifling through the fridge. He grabs a jug of milk. Peter sprints to see what he’s doing. 

“Food?” Food. Yay! Nightwing is such a smart colony member. 

“You like cereal, bud?” He would absolutely eat cereal! After they ate, of course. 

“You can’t be serious.” Jason pipes up, “We can’t just feed him cereal. He needs real food. With protein.”

Peter scowls at him, but the man just powers on, “I mean, look how tiny he is.”

Peter’s immensely offended. He’s not tiny! He’s big and strong! It’s basically implying that Peter isn’t strong enough to protect them. How dare he. 

He snatches the bowl that Nightwing made for himself, then places it on the counter. He gently pushes Jason towards one of the bar stools. As hungry as he is, both his colony members need to eat first. He’s in charge, so he’s the one that needs to make sure it happens. 

“Food.” He says, then turns back around to Nightwing, grabs his hands, and leads him to sit down too. He’ll make the next two bowls. 

“Kiddo.” 

“Bud.”

They both speak at the same time, so Peter glances up. “Hm?”

“You need to eat,” Nightwing says, a little slowly, “This bowl was for you.”

Peter shrugs, “I will. Feed you first.” Something in him screams that this isn’t quite right. You can’t Guard and Feed. Peter scowls. He doesn’t really have a choice. He’s the only one he can trust to take care of everything. 

Jason speaks, and Peter’s head snaps to stare at him, “I’m not hungry.”

Peter narrows his eyes. Is Jason sick? Is something wrong? Maybe he’s injured! No, Peter would have been able to tell.  Peter sniffs the air. Jason doesn’t smell sick or injured. 

Peter pours cereal into the next two bowls, then milk. Maybe he spilled almost a cup worth of milk on the counter, but it doesn’t really matter. He puts one of the bowls in front of Nightwing, and keeps the other for himself. 

He stares them both down, looking between his colony and their food. Eventually, Nightwing gets the hint and takes a bite. Jason doesn’t. What is wrong with him? 

“Jason sick?” He asks, tilting his head. Please, don’t let his new colony be sick. Or worse: injured. He sniffs the air again, this time more focused. Still, nothing. Green flashed across his eyesight. He would kill whoever hurt them. He would.

He doesn’t know what to do. If Jason’s sick, Peter would have to go find medicine. But then Jason might run off again, because he’s very bad at being a spider and doesn’t know to stay with the colony. Peter doesn’t blame him, of course, Jason is his so that means he’s perfect anyways. Peter just needs to teach him so that he doesn’t run off and get hurt.

Peter’s stomach curls in worry. He looks over to Nightwing to see how the vigilante reacts. If Nightwing is worried, then he can be worried. 

Nightwing isn’t worried, “Jason’s not sick, buddy, he just isn’t hungry.” How could he not be hungry? Peter is starving. 

“But he’s going to eat now,” There’s a not so subtle look over to Jason. Jason glared back, but then he’s breaking, and takes a bite of cereal. 

Peter nods to himself. Perfect. His new friends are now safe and fed. He can relax. He takes a bite of cereal, sugar exploding on his tongue. Frankly, this may not be the best food for them, but Peter doesn’t really know how to cook. He really needs to learn how though, if he’s got other spiders depending on him. Yes, that’s a good plan. 

“Buddy,” Nightwing calls, Peter chews his cereal and hums in reply. 

Jason supplies, “His name is Peter.” Peter’s head shoots towards Jason. Yes, that is his name! He grins happily. Maybe now there will be no more nicknames. Although, he was starting to get used to them. So it’d probably be okay if they continued to use them anyways. 

“Hm?” He hums to see what they want.

“This isn’t your home.” Pause. 

Rewind. 

Yes it is. Peter just claimed it for the colony. It’s safe. Is Nightwing concerned it’s not safe? He can’t have Nightwing concerned! He probably thinks Peter is an awful protector! He might try and run off with Jason! “We’re safe here.” He replies. 

“Yes, but-“

Peter frowns. “I… It’s safe here. I picked it cause it’s safe. Is it not good enough? Is something wrong?” Did they need to move again? Peter would hate to move, but he would if his new friends didn’t like it here.

“Yes, you’re safe, bud. But this isn’t-“

“Yes it is.” It’s their home. He just… he already laid claim. He may not have been living here beforehand, but Peter is definitely strong enough to fight off anybody else who wants it. He could fight the previous owner, then it’d be ripe for the taking. 

“It’s…” Hm. What was he thinking about? 

Oh! “You… done eating?” He asks, peeking over at their bowls by standing on his tiptoes. There wasn’t any more cereal, just milk. “Okay! We should… web.” He nods to himself. He doesn’t actually have any webs, right now, but that can be dealt with later. A nest of sorts would work fine. 

Nightwing stands up, and Jason goes to do the same thing, but Peter cuts him off. “Finish your milk.” 

“What- he didn’t finish-“

Nightwing breaks off into another set of giggles. The sound is very nice. 

“Finish your milk.” Peter repeats, sternly. Jason cannot be trusted to take care of himself, obviously. He’s been nothing but trouble since Peter got him. But he’s Peter’s trouble so that’s all that matters. 

“But, I don’t want to- Stop fucking laughing, Dickwing!” Peter started to snicker at the laughing. This was funny. And Dickwing? What kinda nickname was that? 

“Finish your milk, Jason,” Nightwing said through his fit of giggles. Peter nodded very seriously. Jason grumbled something or the other and lifted his bowl. Once he was done there was a milk mustache across his upper lip. Silly. 

Peter grabs their hands and drags them to where the bedroom was before. They both stumble slightly, but Nightwing tilts forward.

Catch!

Peter twirls around, catching Nightwing before he can fall to the floor. 

“You okay?” He asks. The eyes of the mask are wide, and he wants to punch himself in the face for almost getting his new friend hurt. He’s so stupid! 

“Hey, sh, don’t say that. You’re not stupid, it’s alright.” Whoops, had he said that out loud? Suddenly he’s being lifted into strong arms, and Peter can’t do anything but fall limp into the embrace. He’s so warm and it’s a stark contrast to the loneliness he had felt before meeting them. It’s so nice, he almost falls asleep on the spot. 

He feels like he’s been running on empty. And maybe he has. He’s exhausted, he wants nothing more than to curl up into a nest with his new colony. He pushed away from the chest to stare up at Nightwing. The vigilante’s face broke into a grin, and it shined so brightly Peter almost flinched away from it. He’d picked the best colony members. 

“Nest.” He said, and the expression turned a little confused, so he clarified. They weren’t the best spiders, were they? They didn’t seem to understand what he meant. “Uhm. Tired.” 

Thankfully that seemed to work, because he was being carried into the room. Nightwing sat him on the bed. “Alright, bud. We should probably get you out of the dirty clothes, hm?” Yes, he definitely did need to get them all situated. He couldn’t have them uncomfortable in their daytime clothes!  

Peter jumps off the bed, but is immediately picked back up and onto the bed again. “Wha-?”

“I’ve got it, Pete.” Peter flinched back at that nickname. It stung, aching badly. He didn’t… that name wasn’t for Nightwing to use. It was for…

“That… Don’t call me that, please.” He frowns deeply. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt- it hurt.

“Oh. I’m sorry,” It’s not Nightwings fault. It’s not, “It won’t happen again, sweetheart.” 

Oh. That one sunk into his chest like thick marmalade. He… yes, that one is fine. A short purr explodes from his chest. It startles him enough that the purr is strangled before it continues. 

He shakes his head hard to clear his thoughts. “Clothes,” He reminds himself. He has to get everyone situated. 

“Peter, I can get it, alright?” He cocks his head to the side. Nightwing probably could. Peter could definitely trust him to take on a little responsibility. Not like Jason who is currently trying to sneak out of the door.

He whirls around fast enough his neck pops. “Jason.” The man sighs loudly, stopping in his place. 

“I was just gonna-” Peter shakes his head, patting the bed. Behind him, Nightwing shuffles through drawers and the closet. 

Jason seems to hesitate, and Peter prepares to leap up and give chase. But the man comes and sits down on the bed. Good. Nightwing exits the closet, and Peter tilts his head to look. He’s found three pairs of clothes. 

“C’mere, Peter.” Peter shuffles along the bed and grabs his set of clothes. If he goes to change, are these two going to get into mischief. 

“Why don’t you go to the bathroom and change, hm?” He should. He just.. needs to put his trust in them.

“Watch Jason.” he says, hops off the bed, then dips into the bathroom. 

He shimmies his way into the shorts, then puts on the t-shirt. It’s too big for him, and has a big ‘S’ on it. He looks into the mirror. Hm. Yikes. He looks…

His hair is a mess, curls matted against his head. There’s some of that green still stuck in his hair. He brushes through the strands with his fingers. His eyes are still bright green, but a little more muted. He doesn’t feel the anger anymore. Not really. It’s calmed down since he got them all home. 

Through the door, he can hear them speaking. It takes him a second to tune back into what they’re saying after zoning out. 

“-Been in the Lazarus Pit.” Jason’s voice. 

Nightwings, “I know, but he’s not- it’s different.”

“He’s meta. Maybe it’s interfering?”

“Could be. Might be shock,” Jason scoffs at that.

“Some weird shock symptom. Thought so at first too, but-”

Peter opens the door, exiting the bathroom. He thinks he might be drowning in these clothes. The shirt goes almost to his knees! “Done. Jason’s turn.” His eyes suddenly narrow on the phone in Nightwings hands. 

What could he be doing? “What’re you doing?” 

He’s distracted immediately by Nightwing looking over at Jason and saying, “Jason, go change.” Nightwing is so good at remembering stuff. He’s very proud. 

He nods his approval, sitting on the bed.

They wait for Jason to come back and with a glare sent the older mans way, he acquires a full bed.

He settles down in between Jason and Nightwing, a gentle purr vibrating through the sheets. 

It’s just him and his two colony members, and they’re all safe. 

-

wake up!

-

Peter’s eyes open to see the bedroom door open. White eyes stare back at him. He’s up in a moment, hissing with his full intensity. “Who are you? Go away!” 

It’s a vigilante. It’s a threat. He can just barely see the black and red suit filtering through the darkness. There are gloved hands held up. No weapon in them at all. Peter sniffs the air. No. This vigilante is very dangerous. Maybe… no, not to him. But still very dangerous. 

Peter’s eyes are blown wide, just a thin ring of green around the black.

“It’s alright.” Peter narrows his eyes. It is not alright. He’s too close to the nest. Peter feels shifting from behind him. Jason’s awake now.

“I’ll kill you!” He hisses, moving his body to seem as big as possible, “Go away!” 

He would kill the threat to his family! He’d end it! He’s going to stomp it out under his foot, and then nobody will ever hurt them again! No more pain, no more scars. 

“This is way above my pay grade,” the vigilante says a little too quiet to be heard. Peter hears it anyways.  There’s a shaking behind him. Jason is waking up Nightwing. 

“Peter.” Jason says, voice gruff with sleep. 

“I’m Red Robin, I'm a good guy, okay?”

As if! Peter’s going to rip his throat out! He’s too close, and he gets closer with every step. Peter’s hiss grows in strength. He doesn’t care how inhuman he sounds, he wants the threat to be away from his family. 

“Peter!” Nightwing says this time, but Peter’s yelling again.

“Mine!” His, his, his- Go away! Peter bares his fangs. He’s giving Red Robin so many chances. But he just won’t go away. 

His, his! His! Mine! The threat steps closer again, and Peter’s leaping. He’s caught midair by big arms wrapping around his middle. It’s Jason. Peter growls in frustration. Jason doesn’t know any better, but he’s going to get them hurt if he doesn’t let Peter take out the threat. 

“Peter.” He growls, wiggling in the grip. 

Threat, threat, threat buzzes across his brain and he moves fast, trying to break out of the grip. There’s a green filter across his eyesight. Red Robin is going down. “Predator!” He snarls, struggling. How is Jason so strong? How dare he hold him back from protecting them?! 

He’s twisted around, now facing Jason. He hates this, he can’t see the threat anymore, can only hear and feel it. It’s moving quickly, closer, closer. It’s next to Nightwing, but Jason’s grip won’t let up. There’s a hand on his jaw, keeping him from turning his head.

Jasons speaking, “Hey, it’s alright. Look at me, kid. Look. Hey.” Peter fights against the iron clad grip, ignoring the words. It’s not alright! It’s not! He needs to get the predator! Why is Jason so… ugh!

“Peter, look.” Peter finally settles his eyesight on Jason instead of trying to tilt to look at Red Robin. He can still hear him, he’s next to Nightwing. There’s shuffling going on, but Peter can’t see it.

“It’s okay, there’s not a predator.” Yes there is! It’s right there! The hand lets go of his face, and he turns around to see-

No predator. Just his two vigilantes under the covers. Nightwing is holding the second vigilante, and Peter tests the air. No threat. Everything is fine. He swore there was just an enemy, but… no.

It’s just himself and his three colony members. Just like it should be. 

Peter relaxes. Everything is fine. They can all go back to sleep. He frees himself from Jason’s grip and curls up into the middle of the bed. Everything is alright. There’s a moment of shuffling, and a back pressed against his own. Then there’s a hand nestled into his hair, brushing through the strands. He melts into the mattress. 

Peter drifts. 

-

There’s soft murmuring in the room that brings Peter back to half consciousness.

“You couldn’t have warned me?” This voice is unfamiliar, but it’s in the nest, so Peter isn’t too concerned. 

“We did!” That’s Jason, Peter can almost feel the deep rumble of his voice. 

“You told me about bringing a small child to the apartment, not-“ The unfamiliar voice sighs, “He’s basically feral, and you didn’t think to mention that?”

Nightwing speaks next, and Peter stirs a little. Then a hand brushes through his hair again and he falls limp into the bed, closing his eyes. “We did. How did you not understand ‘Child holding us captive in your apartment?’”

“Well I didn’t think you were being literal-“ 

Jason scoffs, “Well, you know now. Got any ideas on why he’s feral, baby bird? Use that big brain of yours.”

The unfamiliar voice shows quiet for a minute, then speaks up again, “You mentioned a robbery. Was he hurt? Blood loss? Maybe drug interactions?”

“I don’t think any of those are right. He’s not hurt, and his heart rate is fine. Doesn’t seem to be hallucinating, or any other typical symptoms.” Nightwing says. 

“How… Do you think he’ll snap out of it? We can’t be trapped in this apartment forever.” Jason speaks.

Nightwing pitches in again, “B might know what’s going on. Might have a better idea on how to handle this.” 

“Damnit, Nightwing. Look at the kid. He’s like Bruce catnip. Dark hair, light eyes. You know what might happen.”

“You got any better ideas?”

Jason doesn’t reply. 

The new voice rambles on, “Could also be the pit, obviously. Though… he doesn’t seem too angry now that he doesn’t see a “predator.”” Peter stirs again, predator? Is there one around? Peter blinks his eyes open and feels no tension in the air. “Which means he’d snap out of it soon.”

It’s still a little dark, but in the window there are the beginnings of daylight. Everything is fine. But he does want to adjust his sleeping position. He shifts, pushing himself to sit up. Jason and Red Robin, (which is assumedly the voice he couldn’t recognize. But Red Robin is his, too, so whatever.) are sat next to each other.

“You back with us, buddy?” Peter turns to look at Nightwing, whose hair is ruffled. The edge of his domino is starting to peel. 

He can’t help a soft grin breaking across his face. Everyone is safe and sound, he is such a good protector. He purrs, absolutely thrilled. 

“I’m gonna take that as a no.” Peter is here, so his statement doesn’t really make sense. But whatever you say, Nightwing. 

“He’s really out of it, huh?” Red Robin says, Peter moving to cuddle closer to him.

Usually he’s able to stop the urge to bite others, but- it’s all really fuzzy right now. 

“Did you just bite me! Hey, what-“ Oh, that’s the sound of panic. Peter glances around. Is there a threat? No. Huh.

Nightwing moves towards them. Peter sits on his knees besides Red Robin. He is very proud of himself. “Are you alright? Does it hurt?” It shouldn’t hurt. His venom has a numbing agent. He would never hurt what’s his.  

“No. It’s… numb. And spreading.” Red Robin’s face scrunches in what seems to me confusion. Red Robin would be just fine. 

Peter looks between the two, and then he’s grabbed by the back of his shirt. He yelps in surprise and he’s pulled into strong arms. Jason.  

Nightwings inspecting the bite mark, which is now a little pink. Peter can see four pinpricks where his fangs lodged in. He revs up with a purr at the sight. His.

“Ah, it’s moving down my other extremities. Initiate code 468 for paralysis.” Red Robin says, and it’s similar to one of the reports he would have given Tony. 

Jason’s voice rumbles from behind him, “Remind us what that is?” 

“You don’t-“ Muttering that even Peter can’t hear, a face of frustration. His eyebrows pinch together. “Ugh. Just call B.”

Nightwing is pulling out a phone, and steps off the bed. Peter freezes, head tilting to look at him. Where is he going? He moves towards the door and Peter goes to free himself so he can get Nightwing back into the nest. 

“Kiddo, he’s just going to do something real quick, he’ll be right back.” 

Peter frowns, “He’s leaving.” The word comes out almost pitiful. He hates- he doesn’t like when people leave. He can’t keep them safe. 

“He’ll be right back, promise.”

Peter nods, and wiggles again, to gesture he wants freedom from the confines of Jason’s arms. Jason lets him go, and Peter moves, curling up next to Red Robin, who is now effectively limp. 

“You can’t act all sweet after biting me- what?” Peter frowns, moving. Then, he places his chin on Red Robin’s chest. 

“Come on, RR. Look at ‘em. He’s just a kid.” 

“I hope he bites you next.” Peter probably should, because Jason isn’t really the best at staying where he’s supposed to stay, but… Peter’s already laid down and comfortable. 

He purrs, and purrs and purrs, all the way until Nightwing comes back. 

“He’s on his way. Told me to make sure we watch RR’s pulse.” Peter twitches to glance at Nightwing. 

“Uh,” Red Robin starts, “Should we be concerned he might try to fight B?” 

There’s a moment of silence, then both the other men are speaking at the same time. 

“Probably.”

“Damn it.” 

Nightwing’s head slowly turns to look at Peter, and he preens at the sudden attention. What’s up?

“Buddy, Peter.”

“Hm?”

“Right. Batman is coming, okay?” Peter pauses, then moves to sit up. Nightwing continued, “And he’s not a threat, alright?”

“Threat?” His eyes narrow. 

“No. Not a threat. Not.”

Peter narrows his eyes harder. Batman is-

Wait. 

“Threat.” He says again, but this time he’s asserting it. There is a threat. It’s outside the nest. Not in the apartment yet, but. It’s here. 

He gets to his feet, wobbling on the cushion of the mattress. He needs to hide Red Robin. Sure, he’s a fighter but he is currently… out of commission. And Peter has to protect him while he’s out. Peter grabs Red Robin, throwing him over his shoulders. “It’s here.” He says to explain himself. 

“Hey!” Red Robin squawks, unable to struggle. 

“Peter, no!”

Peter has approximately five seconds before the threat busts through the window. Peter leaps across the bed with Red Robin, ripping the closet door open and putting him down as gently as possible. He slams the door shut.

Then, as the moving shadow enters the window, he leaps at it, using his strength to slam the threat into the wall. There’s a grunt, and Peter can’t keep the threat pinned for long. Batman’s a lot bigger than Peter. 

“Go away!” He hisses, but realizes that the third time is not the charm and if the other two vigilantes didn’t go away, this one wouldn’t either. His fist rears back and slams into the man’s chest. Fortunately for Batman, he’s wearing armor. Otherwise… 

“Kid.” Shit- He dodges a grab aimed at his waist. 

He ducks and leaps to slam the man into the wall again. He opens his mouth, hoping his teeth are sharp enough to bite through the wall of fabric guarding the man’s skin. 

“Don’t let him bite you!” 

His attempt to snap his teeth left himself slightly unguarded, and he was hauled into the air by strong arms. Peter kicks at the air, hissing and growling. “‘M gonna kill you! Let go-“

The threat is far, far, too close to the closet where his paralyzed vigilante is. Peter hates it. The other two could run away if they needed to, but Peter has to protect Red Robin. 

It’s all his fault, too, for not being able to stop the urge to bite Red Robin.

The hands are around his chest, under his shoulders. Too far for him to reach with fangs. He hisses louder, kicking at the man’s chest. Batman doesn’t even flinch. 

“Nightwing. Report.” 

“You know most of it.” Nightwing says quickly, “Oh you mean- He doesn’t take kindly to strangers.” 

Peter kicks Batman in the chest again, hissing. He thrashes, trying to loosen Batman’s grip. It does not work, somehow.  

“Oh, and Red Robin’s in the closet,” Peter’s head swivels to stare down Nightwing. Are you stupid? Why would he give away the hiding spot of their incapacitated colony member? What the hell? 

“Hn.” Peter turns back to glare at Batman. He’s stuck here, but if he gets freed then he can take down the man and they’d all be safe. He resumes his wiggling, trying for any weak spots in the man’s iron grip. 

Green danced along the edges of his vision. He hisses, pulling up every amount of intimidation he can muster and throwing it into his snarl. Batman is going down! 

Once he’s freed from behind held like a stray kitten. 

“Kid.” If looks could kill, Gotham’s Bat would be seven feet under. 

Peter suddenly stops struggling, leaving Batman to have to adjust his grip. In that moment, he breaks free from the confines and bounced back off the ground. He grabs Batman around the shoulders, then pushes off the wall nearby to push them both to the ground. Leaving Peter on top of the Bat. He raises his fist- 

“Dad-!” Nightwing calls. 

Peter freezes.

Jason gasps.

Even Batman falters. 

Dad? What? Where? He looks around. No Dad here. Unless…

Is Batman their Dad? 

No way. Peter lifts his fists. He needs to get rid of the enemy. 

Then Jason yelps, “Dad!”

Batman jerks back visibly. 

Peter stops in his tracks. 

He looks down, scrutinizing. He tilts his head. Batman?

He looks between Batman and Nightwing, then Jason and Batman. Then all three. 

“Dad?” he mouths, as if testing the word. This is their Dad? Nightwing nods at the question. 

Peter doesn’t know what to do. Peter’s the protector of his colony! And now their Dad is here? Is Batman trying to take them back? Or can this be just another addition? 

It could be like Nightwing- but a Dad would probably try and be the protector.  That’s Peter’s role, and they’re his! Batman can’t have them! His hiss starts up again. 

Batman’s trying to take them away. Batman wants them in his colony. Peter- he can’t allow this. He won’t stand for it! He lets his lips curl back, baring fangs that itch to dig into skin. 

“They’re mine!” He hisses. 

The Bat doesn’t flinch. He just gives a stiff nod, “Okay. You’re mine.” 

What.

Peter bluescreens.

There’s a snort from somewhere in Jason’s direction. Peter doesn’t care. He- what?

If Jason and the two vigilantes are Peter’s- and Batman is their Dad… And Batman says that Peter is his. (No one’s ever said that- No one’s ever- He’s finally someones-) 

If one plus one is two, then…

Peter’s pupils blow impossibly wide, and he’s suddenly his brain is full of fuzz, more than before. It’s hard to think past the buzzing of, mine, mine, safe, protector, mine.

He’s suddenly not pinning Batman through muscle, but through weight as he collapses on top of the man. As if he’s a cushion, and not a human. He’s drawn into arms as the vigilante stands up. He blinks a couple times, but not enough to clear the fog. 

He clings onto Batman tightly, only hissing quietly when the giant man moves towards the closet he shoved Red Robin in.

Peter watches as Nightwing checks on Red Robin. He's fine, obviously. Peter was careful for goodness sake. But it's still good that Nightwing cares about Red Robin. It's sweet. His colony is so good.

He's carried towards the bed, and Batman seems to try to put him on the bed, but Peter clings tighter.

protector, mine, safe, protector, dad

"Kid, let go. Why don't you go over there with Hoo- Jason." Peter shakes his head. No. He feels so safe right now, how could he possibly go anywhere else?

There's a sigh and vibrations from the chest under his touch. Batman sits on the bed next to Jason, who shifts away, for some reason. Peter would say something about it… but the moment arms wrap a little tighter around him, and Red Robin and Nightwing sit on the bed as well-

He's out like a light.