All righty! So I couldn't help but post this, I've been working really hard on it and it gets really long. It will have at least like ten chapters, probably more. I like mixtures between Batfamily and Young Justice, so please enjoy. I know, I'm bad at fast starts, but it gets really interesting (especially when Jason convinces Dick to take him to meet the team- oops! Spoilers!) So bear with me and PLEASE review! I love to know people are reading and what they think!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bruce, or Dick, or Jason, or pretty much anyone else (no DC Universe characters). I mean, I can't own a person. That's been illegal for a long time.

So the other day, I asked an interesting question.

What the heck do most thirteen-year-old boys do?!

I didn't get an answer.

I suppose they probably do homework, (well, most of them, anyway), hang out with friends, play video games, and all other such that is ever so lightly foreign to me.

So if I'm not normal, what am I? Well, I'm Richard Grayson. But please, don't call me Richard. Call me Dick. Everyone in my day life does. In my night life, I'm called Robin. And no, I do NOT wear scaly panties. Never did. That was just a big misunderstanding that will take way too long to explain. I wear pants, black, with red accents.

I currently live in a family of four. My adoptive father, Bruce, our butler, Alfred, and my adoptive little devil of a brother. I'm Robin, he's Robin, and no, I wasn't particularly excited to have a brother. Despite that, over the year I've known him, I've kinda' found that I had just as many nightmares about losing him as I did anybody, which was a curse upon the Wayne household.

I stretched and yawned as I pulled my PJ's over my head. They were pac-man. I smiled happily as I flicked on my Superman nightlight and mussed the gel out of my hair. It flopped down naturally on my face, making me look like me, not the stoic rich kid I put on for parties and social events.

I flicked up the comforter with bright deep colors of a galaxy on it and pulled out my book. Also, I snuggled up against Shivers, a two and a half foot stuffed polar bear that I'd gotten at a zoo when I was six. Jason teased me about it, but to be honest, who doesn't love a huge stuffed animal? Especially a fuzzy one your parents gave you before they died.

I was reading a very interesting book about Dracula's and werewolves (not really my style, but hey, it was better than "The Royal's Creed" which was the other option my teacher gave us to read, a story featuring a crazed beast-king who kidnaps a princess in his chariot of unicorns on the road of Prismatic, or, in other words, Rainbow Road). I sat there reading for maybe twenty minutes before Bruce popped his head in.

"Hi." I shut my book.

"I have a question." The stoic billionaire Bruce Wayne took a seat by my bed.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Why were you so easy to raise?" Bruce groaned, leaning back on the chair.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I smiled, a guess already in my mind.

"Nothing, Dick. You good, wonderful, obedient child."

"He did it again, didn't he?" I grinned a grin so wide it might resemble Joker's, and shook slightly with the effort not to laugh.

Bruce peaked one eye out of his hand, which held his face in annoyance and exasperation with his younger child.

"Yes, yes, maybe he did." Bruce removed his hand from his face. "Need anything before bed, Dick?"

"Hmm, maybe some trust, or love, I thought parents were supposed to care for their kids!" I feigned anger, over-dramatically falling in my bad and covering my head, throwing out half-laugh half fake sobs.

"Ha ha, very funny. You sound just like him." Bruce tugged the duvet down.

Underneath I smiled devilishly up at him. "And then I throw something at you and jump out the window."

"And all over the fact that I won't update his plan."

"He did this when you said he couldn't have a phone, too." I sat up.

"If I recall, you also threw a fit when I told you to walk home."

"School's in the middle of the city, like, three miles away!"

"And so you called the Bat-bike."

"Hey, it's not like the Batmobile would come, you were using it. I was only ten and you told me to walk through the city, alone!" I whined.

"A ten year old who single-handedly beat up Bane."

I gave a pathetic pout.

"Alright," He sighed. "Time for bed, and no more reading."

"Like I want to! This book sucks! Interesting, but sucky!"

"Hmm, Blood and Claw. Sounds nice." Bruce held the book.

"The writer is messed up."

"Well, you haven't read The Lord of the Flies yet, so I guess you'd say that."

"Please don't make me take that class."

"It's still a year away."

"I think I'd rather be kidnapped. Again."

Bruce snorted. "Careful what you wish for."

"Yes, sir." I yawned.

"All right, goodnight, kiddo." He messed up my hair and left, turning off the light as he went, he was closing the door when he turned to me, one last thing on his mind. "Dick, I think it's time with remodel of your room. Starting with your nightlight." He glared at my light, the insignia glowing brightly.

"Hmm, your right. Too much night stuff. Need more blue, and red, and gold. Thanks for the suggestion, Bruce, I'll order some stuff tomorrow. When I'm done we might need to invite the blue-boy here himself to see my work of art.

Bruce rolled his eyes. "I am not funding this." Then he said goodnight and left, leaving the door open a crack just how I like it.

I sighed sleepily and snuggled into my blankets, passing out in almost no time at all.

It was morning.

The sun twinkled merrily as I went downstairs for breakfast. Why'd I wake up in my Christmas PJs? It was August. Oh well.

No one was at the dining table, so I ran into the kitchen to find it empty as well. When I came back all three of my family was there. They all stared at my glassy eyed. Then I noticed their red shirts. They were all shot, and dead.

"Hello, Dicky." A maniacal laugh resounded through the manor.

Joker was in the seat that was usually Bruce's. "I found your secret." He sneered. "Now, what should I do to the Bats little brat?"

I screamed in anguish as the realization hit; my family, was dead. Because of Joker… Joker, who jumped, his disgusting feet leaving prints on the formal table as he pranced up to me. For some reason I didn't move as the baton Joker held whacked my jaw, a crack filling the room as it broke.

Joker cackled. "Hey, hey, Dick, are you okay? Dickybird?" Slowly Joker's screechy voice melted into Jason's and I woke up to two freezing hands gripping my biceps painfully, shaking me. I noticed tears had wetted my pillow and all my blankets were all over, probably because of my thrashing. My jaw didn't hurt, but my mind told me it did.

"J-Jason? What? Where'd you come from?"

Jason's eyes widened and diverted, a blush visible even in the darkness. I noticed the window was opened, letting in chilly spring night air. "I-I… oh, um…" He trailed off, looking ashamed.

"You had a nightmare, didn't you?" I asked, sitting up.

"Y-yeah. And when I came in you were thrashing like…heck… and screaming."

"Sorry, Jay. I had one too. Hey, you wanna' sleep with me tonight?" I knew that's exactly what Jason wanted, but would never say it.

"If you really want me too." Jason shrugged but happily crawled under the blanket next to me. In no time he was out, I took longer, but eventually drifted off too, feeling my little brother's breath on my neck giving me comfort that even as I slept, knowing he was still very much alive, calming my subconscious into dreaming something much nicer than my family dead by Joker's hands or other such. Like vampire fairies and puppies that were really tall and walked on hind legs in the summer breeze…

So thank you for reading, and just saying now, Dick and Jason sleeping together is strictly brotherly. Anyway, hoped you enjoyed and I promise it will get more interesting (I personally liked this part, but some people might like me to jump into the story faster, so sorry), so just bear with me! I'll post another chapter, but if someone reviews I'll probably be so happy I'll do it today, so, bye!

~Universe