So first chapter of my first Batman fic, I had it written out a while ago, so...gimme some feedback! lol. Hope you enjoy it! It's kinda long, but hopefully, worth the read. PLEASE R&R, there'd be no point in posting if I there's no one reading it.
In the first few chapters, they will get a couple of suprises. DUN DUN DUUUUUN!!
It was still in question on why Bruce decided to take his sons out on the stormy night. It was a bad idea to go to the movies with his three sons, a terrible idea in fact. He had a sixteen year old that tried to act older than he really was, a hyperactive fifteen year old, and a ten year old that had too much candy for his own good. Dick sat in the passenger seat as his two brothers sat in the back. The rain was coming down pretty hard, forcing Bruce to drive slower than he would've liked. They were halfway home when Tim shrieked, "STOP!"
Bruce, surprised by the sudden outburst, slammed on his brakes. It was a big mistake, definitely since the road was slippery. The car began to hydroplane and spin. Bruce gritted his teeth as he tried to regain control of his car. The car slid to a stop inches from hitting a building. A relieved breath escaped from him as he asked, turning towards his three sons, "Everyone all right?"
As soon as he received the nods of affirmation he began to scold Tim, "Don't ever tell me to stop like that again! We could've all gotten killed!"
"Sorry, Dad," Tim muttered, "but, I saw something in the alley."
"It was probably a cat." Jason said. "Quit being an idiot, Timmy."
"No! It was a person! I swear!" Tim exclaimed, his eyes wide and innocent. "Look! Over there!" He pointed into the alley that they were close to. "There's a kid there!"
"It's probably not even a kid, some hobo Tim, quit being a moron." Jason replied.
"Dad! He called me a moron!" Tim screamed.
"Stay here," Bruce ordered as he got out of the car, "don't you three move."
"But...what if they have a weapon!?" Dick asked.
"You let me worry about that chum, get into the driver's seat, just in case." Bruce said as he began climbing out.
"Dad! Let's just leave." Jason tried to sound calm, though he was terrified. "Forget what Timmy saw, he probably needs glasses."
"There is a person there Jays, I'm just going to see if they're OK, all right?"
"No, not all right, why do you have to be all noble and shit, just get back in the damn car." Jason growled.
"Jays..." Bruce shot his son a warning glance. "I'll be back."
The three boys watched their father disappear in the darkness. A minute passed and Tim suggested, "Let's go look for him."
"You heard him, he said stay in the car." Dick said, trying to be responsible. He reached over and locked the doors.
Bruce cautiously entered the alley, feeling darkness engulf him as the rain pelted his skin. Perhaps he should turn back, if something was here and hurt him then his boys would lose a parent...again. He prepared to turn around until sobs caught his ears. Bruce once again continued his trek into the alley. A small hunched figure sat in the corner sobbing. Bruce walked over and asked, "Are you OK?"
"Get away from me!" The girl screamed, her face tear streaked.
Bruce was taken aback by how innocent and vulnerable she looked. "I'm not going to hurt you, I swear." Bruce said softly, inching his way toward her. "What happened?"
The girl pointed, on the opposite corner lied two bodies of a couple. His eyes widened as he was hit with memories from his parents deaths. He immediately pulled himself out of the memories as she began sobbing again. "I'm so sorry." Bruce murmured, pulling out his cellphone and dialing the police station. "Come with me kiddo, it's not safe here." Bruce took her hand and led her out to his car.
"Dad! You're OK!" Tim threw the door open and ran towards his father.
"Yes, I'm fine, Timmy." Bruce said, his voice monotone, but couldn't help but smile at his youngest son.
"Ooh, who's she?" Tim asked.
"Why don't you ask her?"
"My name's Jaime." The girl said timidly.
The cops began to arrive. "I'm going to hand her over to them." Bruce told his sons.
With a comforting hand rested on her shoulder, Bruce guided her to the commisioner. "I found her, her parents were murdered in the ally." Bruce explained. "I'll talk to you later Gordon."
Bruce went back to his car and climbed in. "What's going to happen to her?" Dick asked.
"She'll be put into a family."
"Oh, but...
Bruce cocked a brow at his eldest son. Realizing what the boy meant, he immediately shook his head, "Nuh uh, no way am I taking in another kid. Three's enough trouble."
"But Dad! She lost her parents and all that!"
"Tons of kids lose their parents, I can't take them all in! And yes, Dick, there are plenty of children that lose their parents violently."
"BUt you have a chance to help her! We could all relate too! I mean, she's also around the same age as Tim, it'd be nice for him to have someone his age to play with." Dick insisted.
Jason started cackling like mad, "Dickie, don't make Dad go nuts, I mean if he gets another kid he'd probably snap."
"Boys, I really don't feel like discussing this. I'm wet and cold."
"Exactly! You found her for a reason." Dick pointed out. "Don't you understand? She needs a family that'll be able to help her through these hard times, I mean she might go for revenge and all that stuff. Plus it'd be good for our business, you know what I mean?" Dick wiggled his brows at his father.
"No, I don't know what you mean." Bruce answered, wiggling his brows back, although he knew exactly what his son was implying.
Dick gave an exasperated groan. "Dad! Just think about it! You'd be helping her like you helped us! And sides' we need a sister, don't we guys?"
"No way! I'm OK with the no girls in the house thing." Jason immediately interjected. "I don't need a little sissy to hold me back."
"How do you know she's a sissy? Sides' wouldn't that be good for you Jays? Takes you off the sissy record." Dick teased.
Frowning, Jason took a chance to slug his brother on the arm. "Ow!"
"Boys! Stop! I don't want another kid, got it? I just don't have the time for another. You three are enough."
"But Dad!" The three of them whined.
"No!"
"Dad, she needs us!" Tim insisted. "Come on! She lost her parents in an ally! She's street, troubled, like Jays!"
"Hey!" Jason growled and then perked up. "Yah, I could use another street kid in the house."
"Uh..I don't." Bruce retorted.
"She's a girl, she'll loosen us up. You know, we'll tone our violent tendencies down." Jason pointed out.
"She's a kid, a kid that I can't take care of!" Bruce objected.
"JUST THINK ABOUT IT!" THe three of them screamed at their father, slightly enjoying the thought of having a younger sister.
"Sides' the more the merrier." Dick grinned.
"You're retarted." Jason laughed.
"Jason, that's not nice." Bruce warned as he pulled into the driveway. "Now, let's not mention this to Alfred."
"Ooh, that's a great idea Dad!" Dick exclaimed. "Let's tell Alfred guys!"
The three of them popped out of the car and ran towards the manor before their father could stop them with bribes. "Alfred!" The three of them burst through the door.
"You'll never guess what happened!"
"We ran into a kid!"
"Bruce found someone and doesn't want another kid!"
"Whoa, whoa there. Please, young masters, you are sopping wet. First, take a warm shower and then you may tell me what's on your mind." Alfred reprimanded.
"Aw...come on Al!" Tim whined.
"Master Tim, go now, wait, let me take your jackets first. Shoes off please. This house is not a pigsty." Alfred said.
"A girl was found and her parents murdered in an alley." Dick burst. "Bruce found her and now he doesn't want to take her in. They'll probably send her to some foster home like they almost did with me and then she might want revenge. Plus, she'd be good for our team, you know?"
"I will surely talk to Master Bruce later, now, hurry up and get washed." Alfred shooed the boys up the stairs.
"Nice, Dick." Jason laughed. "Bruce'll get it now."
"I hope so." Dick grinned.
The three boys hurried to take their showers and lodged themselves on the top of the staircase where no one down there could see them. Bruce groaned and opened the door. "Alfred, don't listen to the boys." Was the first thing he said.
"Oh, not you too, soaking wet. We will discuss this later, no doubt, now go get cleaned."
The trio couldn't take it any longer, they popped up and exclaimed, "Let's discuss this now!"
"I might get pneumonia though." Bruce moaned and swooned theatrically. "I feel a cold coming."
"Save the sob story for someone who'd fall for it, Dad." Dick rolled his eyes. "You could survive a million broken bones and bullet wounds, I think you'll survive a cold."
Knowing that he was now cornered, Bruce leaned against the wall and made himself comfortable. "OK, talk to me."
"We need a sister!" The three boys exclaimed. "And she needs us!"
"And she's street and her name starts with a J." TIm said. "Like Jason's, and she's my age, and..."
"OK, TImmy, I get it." Bruce muttered. "I'll think about it and then I'll talk about her with the commisioner tomorrow, OK?"
"Yes!" The three boys gave each other high fives.
"But if I take her in, there better be no whining about having a girl and stuff. I better not hear it."
"Like we're that harsh, besides, she'd be a part of the family, that means that we're allowed to yell at each other and get into arguments." Dick pointed out.
"Oh, now four times the headaches, joy. BUt boys, before we tell her the secret we have to wait a few weeks. You know that means you three aren't going patrolling with me for those weeks. Sure you'll train like regular boys, video games, running on the treadmill in our gym, not the batcave. And then weightlifting, maybe wrestling with each other for fun now and then, but no batcave."
"We'll live Dad." Dick muttered.
"Go to bed...now." Bruce ordered, leaving no room for any arguments.
Bruce woke up early in the morning and began preparing to leave for the commisioner's office. His sons were still sleeping, until the afternoon, no doubt. He had told Alfred not to wake them up, he was going to surprise them with their new sister. In truth, Bruce had wanted the girl the moment he set his eyes on her. She was so innocent, so vulnerabe, so alone, that he had wanted to help her, but didn't think the boys would want a sister. It surprised him by how much they wanted to help her that he couldn't help but feel some pride in his sons for being such good people.
Now, Bruce climbed into his car and started driving out. He had already given the commissioner details about his visit and told the man to look into the girl's background. "Bruce, are you sure you want to adopt another child? You're what...twenty nine? Are you ready for a little girl?"
"I have three sons, a daughter won't hurt. I just want to help her. We're the best family to help her heal and you know it."
"Yes, I know it. You've done a fine job with your boys. That I must acknowledge, but four children for a twenty-nine year old bachelor/playboy?" Gordon raised his eyebrows.
Bruce sighed, "I know what I'm getting myself into and I thank you for worrying about me and such, but...I'm just doing what I feel is right, and this is right."
"Very well, Bruce. I actually have no idea how you do it. Single handedly raise three boys, not just any boys, but troubled boys. And then you keep up a WayneCorps and go out on dates, but still have time for your family."
"Alfred helps out now and then, it helps having a grandfatherly figure in the house." Bruce shrugged. "If you'd please..."
"Bruce, she has no family, her parents were druggies and abusive, just like Jason's. Are you ready for another kid like Jason? I know you had a lot of trouble with him, sometimes still do."
"She's not on the drugs, is she?" Bruce confirmed.
"No, she isn't. But her life isn't that great, she has bruises and scars, she'll need a lot of love. She's screwed up." Gordon said sadly.
"Kids are always able to bounce back up as long as they're given the chance to heal. Sure she'll have a dark side, but we'll help her get through it all."
"If you're sure..."
"Can I see her?" Bruce asked.
"Yah..." Gordon nodded.
Jaime walked in uncertainly, one hand clinging onto a ragged bunny and one slender hand in the officer's. Bruce smiled at her and waved. "Hi," He greeted softly, "do you remember me?"
The girl nodded in affirmation. "You found me, right?"
"Mm hmm," Bruce replied, "how are you?"
"I'm OK." Her small shoulders lifted and fell sadly.
Bruce turned toward Gordon and nodded his head. He wanted to help her and raise her as his daughter. Gordon began leafing through adoption papers for the young bachelor, shaking his head with wonder. THe man was intimidating, yet gentle with the child. It was hard to say no to him. Gordon had no doubt that the girl would be in good hands, it was just the fact that Bruce Wayne was still so young and yet he had three sons and now a daughter. "How old are you Jaime?" Bruce asked.
The girl counted her fingers and held up seven. "So you're in second grade?" Bruce asked, receiving another nod.
"Jaime, how do you feel about me becoming your father?" Bruce asked. "Would you like that?"
"You're not going to hurt me?" Jaime asked.
Bruce could feel his heart drop and twist as hatred for her former parents began rising in his throat. "No, of course not, I'll take care of you and...you'll have brothers to play with. And new toys." Bruce said softly.
"Bruce, here, sign here, here, and here." Gordon pointed.
Bruce picked up the pen and gave his signature. "Thanks, Gordon."
"She's all yours, take good care of her, remember, child services always comes and checks on children every few months until a full year. Or you should know, you did adopt three boys. Anyway, have fun."
Bruce stood up and held out his hand. He could feel her small fingers grip his big hand tightly filled with trust. Once out of the office, he swung her up into his arms and held her. "Let's go home, eh, kid?"
"OK." Jaime grinned, liking her new father already.
"Your brothers will be surprised, they're still sleeping." Bruce told her as he pulled into the driveway.
"THis is your house!?"
"It's yours now too." Bruce smiled at the incredulous look that dawned on her face. "Come on, let's get inside...oh...and welcome home!"
The two of them walked inside the mansion. "It's humungo."
"You'll get used to it, your brothers will show you around." Bruce explained. "BOYS! GET DOWN HERE! I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU!" He screamed.
Dick, Jason, and Tim stumbled down the stairs sleepily with their eyes half opened. "I'd think that you'd be more surprised." Bruce said.
Jason was the first to come to. "Holy, shit, Dad! I can't believe you were serious! THat's awesome!" Jason laughed.
Dick and Tim immediately snapped awake and stared at their new sister. "Boys, this is Jaime, she's seven and she's your sister now." Bruce introduced. "Jaime, these three boys are your brothers. Dick,he's sixteen, Jason, he's fifteen, and Tim, he's ten."
She waved shyly. Dick bent down and swooped her up enthusiastically. "We'll have so much fun Jaime!"
Tim nodded, bouncing up and down. "Let's show her around! Oh, let's introduce her to Alfred!"
Alfred came down the stairs with a duster in one hand. "Why, good morning Missus Jaime." Alfred greeted.
Jaime giggled, enjoying her new family.
Although it was hard on Bruce the first few months of having a new child, he began to get used to it. The first few months, Bruce had to sit with her until she fell asleep and stay with her until she woke up. She had a tendency to freak out after a nightmare, which was quite often since it was so soon after the death of her parents.
Bruce was always there, every second she needed him and that made them both quite attached to one another. His strong gentle hands were always there to coax her after a nightmare, pick her up after she fell, and rock her to sleep.
