TIMELINE:

July 4th, 2010: YJ begins

January 1, 2011: First season ends

January 2012: Dick leaves as Robin, Nightwing is born

Labor Day (September) 2012: First Chapter of this story

AGES:

Dick: 15

Babs: 16

Jason: 14

Notes: This is not only the introduction to of Jason to Dick (and vice versa) but the introduction of the Discowing costume to the Young Justice-verse. I used Nightwing Year: One for this part (with a few YJ bits, e.i. ages)... Cause well I find it adorable and because I like it. Hope you enjoy, I plan to replace my other Young Justice story with this (for those of you reading this before I delete that story.. Because I don't like what I did with that one :?)

Chapter One: Introduction

Jason knew he was not the first. Hell, everyone in Gotham for the last five or six years have told stories of the young boy who works with Batman. Of the boy who would could fly across rooftops with more grace than the Bat himself. The boy with the bird name.

He may have not been feared like Batman, but the childlike laughter that rang out before he would strike still made criminals run.

And now Jason was getting the chance to be that boy. To be able to be part of something to save his city, to make her shine like he knew she could.

And this was his chance, if he could figure out what Bruce wanted him to do. All he was told was to suit up and be at this location. He was actually surprised that Batman told him to be at a place like this, the rooftop of one of Gotham's least crime ridden districts.

"Come on, Old Man. What's your deal?" Jason breathed out, wondering if for a minute he could be heard in the Cave. Shaking his head, he found he did not really care. He did not like being in the dark, and everyone should know that.

He was almost surprised when something black and blue landed next to him. Spinning around he stopped dead in his tracks. "Wait… You're him..?"

The young man standing across from Jason tilted his head. "I don't know? Am I?" His face had a smile, though his eyes were hidden by a black domino (not unlike the red one he wore).

Jason felt anger start to bubble in his gut. "You were, that is until I replaced you." He spat the words, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

Something ran across the other's face, making Jason fight back the urge to step back. "You wanna bet kid?"


Dick rolled his shoulder, grumbling as he made his way to the his front door. The previous night had been nothing short of astorous, first meeting his replacement (God, that left a bad taste in his mouth even thinking it), and then they had to go and save Alfred, cause Bruce was a jerk and thought he could pull a stunt like that to test the boy. The train surfing was fun though, and the kid almost falling was just a hairsbreadth shy of hilarious (only because Dick was smug enough to enjoy saving him).

Making his way to his door, after hiding any Nightwing gear that was spewed across the floor, he groaned as some kid about his height was caught mid-knock. "What do you want?" He bit out, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. He did not care if he looked annoyed/pissed. Cause he was, he had just gotten to sleep a few hours before and the aches and bruises from his fights with the new kid… and, God, Croc just had to come out and play.

"He told me to drop this off." The kid said, a shit eating grin on his face.

Dick cocked his head to the side, wondering what in the world the kid was going on about. "Who told you to drop what off?"

Dick could not help but notice the slight coloration on the boy's cheekbone, hidden under makeup only noticeable because Dick was trained to notice these things. "The Boss Man… Are we just gonna play twenty questions here? Cause you know he doesn't like to be kept waiting."

Dick straightened up, almost wishing he was a few inches taller to be a bit more intimidating to the boy across from him. Seriously, who was this person and why was he here. "What are you…"

A briefcase was shoved into Dick's hands and the kid started to run down the hall. "Just take it, gotta go."

Dick looked at the case in his hands and then the boy. "Who the hell are you?"

"Name's Jason Todd." The boy said, turning to walk backwards for a moment. "And don't you forget it."

With that the boy was gone and Dick slammed his door, probably a bit harder than he should have. He then moved to his kitchenette to get a drink and look at the case.

It was a well made, leather briefcase with a lock that was not set. Opening it, he was surprised to see a card addressed to him above a Nightwing-style suit made of a more battle sturdy material than the one that was destroyed last night. "Way to go, Dick" He said aloud as he opened the letter.

"Dear Master Richard," The note began in Alfred's careful script, "Thank you for your assistance last night. I know Master Bruce won't say so, but he is proud of you. We both are, very much." Dick took a drink of the juice he had poured for himself, trying not to let Alfred's words affect him. "I had thought of making this suit for you for awhile now, and it seems only right that you receive it now."

Dick looked down at the suit now, the blues and lighter blues making a bird on the chest. The bird that he and his family wore in the circus. "You will always be part of two families, Master Dick. The one you were born into, where you learned to fly; and ours, where you learned to fly. Never forget that you have a home here. Love, Alfred." Dick swore to himself that he was not tearing up, though he knew he needed to do something for Alfred. He almost missed the post-script note scribbled hastily at the bottom of the card. "He won't tell you otherwise, but Master Jason is besides himself with glee to have met you. Though be prepared, he plans to 'beat' you."

Dick laughed, putting down the card. So Little Wing's name was Jason. Jason Todd. The name seemed to work for the boy, who was probably just now hitting his growth spurt (which was not much younger than Dick… But Dick had not seen himself as a child for a few years now). Dick knew he would soon be taller than himself. Maybe the kid could become something.

He pulled out the costume and smiled widely, a laugh so loud escaping his mouth he almost feared his neighbors would call a complaint to his landlady. "Alfred, you really are the best!"