Superstar
Bruce remembers the night he met Dick, he was the first of many monsters he'd let stay in his home. This is ironic considering the disdain he felt towards creatures, monsters; that could tear your whole world apart in a matter of seconds, and leave you crying and alone soaked in the blood of the two people who meant more to you than the world. But still considering what Dick really was, Bruce figures that just because he isn't technically human doesn't make him a monster.
Dick was just in the wrong place at the wrong time born unfortunately in the same instant an Angel fell, the Grace had to go somewhere. And that somewhere was little baby Dick, who grew up too powerful for his own good, afraid of himself more than anything. And Bruce finds him in a dingy alleyway amongst trash, and little Dick just didn't belong. He was a beacon of light, and hope and all things good in the world, that looked out of place in that dimly lit filthy alleyway.
He's only twelve then and he seems to be too afraid to move when he sees Bruce. This isn't all that weird considering how menacing Bruce can look when he's dressed as 'The Bat'. But he manages to trust Bruce enough to go home with him and that's all that mattered really because Bruce knows what Gotham is like and knows what it can do to an angel like Dick. And things really start looking up for Dick who's happy, so happy sometimes he glows and Alfred likes him and Wayne Manor starts feeling like home again instead of a house too big for the people that live there full of shadows that hold memories to painful to think about.
Then along came little Jason who was the polar opposite of Dick in every conceivable way. He was no angel; he was the living embodiment of all things cruel and twisted in the world. But he was also a child barely eleven years old, trying hard to ignore all this. He worked harder than anyone Bruce met to stave off the temptation of his very nature. Jason was an antichrist, but he didn't want to be one. And that in itself was enough.
Because Bruce knew, he could see it. He knew that if left alone Jason could probably be the end of it all; of everything, but Bruce could also see that with a little help Jason could grow up happy and loved and (with the help of both Alfred and Dick) sort of normal. So Bruce takes him home to, another addition to his slowly growing family, and Jason and Dick may not have gotten along well, but they were brothers, Bruce was (pretty) sure they would learn to live with each other, somehow.
But that was okay because their family got a little bigger that night; there was Alfred the empath, Bruce the monster hunter, Dick the angel,and little Jason Todd the antichrist.
A/N: lol yes I know I made Jason an anti-Christ but it seemed so perfect at the time. Can you imagine all the crap they could get up to like this all hyped up on sugar and what not. Oh the epic lulz. Seriously tell me what a perfect empath Alfred could make, right? And yes before you ask there will be little baby Tim -the elf, I've said too much already (and possibly some Damien, a vamp or demon or something depending, if I'm up for righting him, I normally fail at writing for him but i can totally try).