The Young Justice team crouched outside of a warehouse on a port in South America, Brazil to be exact. They had been sent to bust up a small child trafficking ring. All of its leaders had been arrested and all other warehouses had been checked, and the team wanted to make sure that there weren't any kids left inside.
They had all gone inside after Superboy had heard several heartbeats in the warehouse. As far as he could tell, they were all kids. The six of them split up, and it was M'gann who found them.
"Over here," she called. The others flocked to her side to see what- or who- she had found. Three small kids, all of them around nine or ten years old, were huddled in a corner. They were dirty, malnourished, and scared. Of the team. Not cool.
"Um, hi?" M'gann said hesitantly. She reached out a hand to one of them but the small boy merely jumped back and began to cry. "Oh no, please don't cry. It's okay, we're the good guys." Nothing she said made them stop, and soon all three of them were cowering in fear. The others tried to gain their trust, with the same result.
Robin cackled as Kaldur failed to get them to stop crying.
"You guys suck at this," he laughed.
"Oh, like you're any good with kids?" Artemis asked sarcastically.
Robin just smirked and approached the frightened children. He made the team step back, as they had been crowding the small people. Instead of talking to them or reaching out, he just sat cross-legged on the floor in front of them. They studied him warily and he looked back with the same level of intensity. The team watched uncomfortably, and Artemis had a smug expression on her face. The smirk quickly dropped when Robin spoke to the kids.
"Você está machucado?" Are you hurt? he asked. The kids shook their heads and Robin smiled at them. "Meu nome é Robin. Esta é a minha equipe. Nós somos super-heróis e nós viemos para ajudá-lo." My name is Robin. This is my team. We're superheroes and we came to help you.
The rest of the team had no idea what he was saying, but it seemed to have worked as the only girl crawled into his lap and buried her head in his small chest. Robin's smile grew and he looked at the two boys staring at him.
"Eu posso levá-lo para seus pais. Nós não vai te machucar, nós prometemos." I can take you to your parents. We will not hurt you, we promise. The older boy nodded and grabbed the hand of the smaller boy. Robin stood up, holding the girl with one hand and the youngest boy's hand with his other one.
"Minha equipe pode ser muito estúpido quando se trata de crianças, mas eles não sabem como trabalhamos." My team can be very stupid when it comes to kids, but they don't know how we work.
That earned a small laugh out of the older one and the girl said something in return. They continued to talk as they left the warehouse, the rest of the team following behind in slight states of shock.
Inside the bio-ship, M'gann created three more seats and then they were off, soaring to the nearest police station. Robin kept them entertained the whole way, talking and cracking jokes and doing impressions in whatever language they were speaking. It worked, as all three of them were laughing and smiling in return.
"Dude, what language were you speaking?" Wally asked when they were on their way back to Mt. Justice after dropping the kids off at a police station.
"Portuguese," Robin answered with a smirk.
"When did you get so good with kids?" Conner spoke up.
"It would be disappointing if I wasn't, seeing as I'm a kid myself." The rest of the ride was spent in silence as they all though back to how well Robin had handled the situation. Wally leaned over to Artemis.
"I won the bet, so I believe you owe me twenty bucks."