AN:- So we see that in the show, Conner aka Superboy, has a habit of picking up strays… Well. The Bats actually do have that habit. So in my attempts to reconcile this trait of the Bats in the Young Justice canon… I delved into my headcanon (where Five Years On and Impressions reside, and that's just the Batman-verse. I got other things for A:TLA and Kim Possible) and found an AU that makes me happy, I'm switching up the ages and times of adoption a bit though. Be prepared to have all the sons of the Bat under one roof as I drabble…
Soldiers For The Cause
Chapter 1: The Boy and the Tires.
Honestly.
Conner was supposed to be the one who picked up strays, after all there was the intergalactic SPHERE, the venom enhanced Wolf, and didn't he pick up something like three toddlers during what they now called the Pied Piper crisis?
So why was it happening to him?
Granted, maybe he shouldn't have parked his R-Cycle in an alley, and maybe he should have put on the lockdown mode to prevent things like this from happening but…
The kid looked so tired.
Judging by his condition, he had been living on the streets for some time, a discreet DNA analysis on his glove's computer tells him his name.
Jason Peter Todd. Eight years old. Orphan.
Darn.
Well, that explained a lot. Problem was, Robin, no, Dick had been lucky enough to be adopted (even if it took the man 3 years to get around to it). Jason was not – or maybe he was – because he wasn't living in that monster of an excuse of an orphanage.
And that's how he ended up in the Batcave with an eight year old in his arms.
Then explanations came.
"I couldn't exactly just leave him! Come on Bruce – Dad, he's eight and alone and he's on the streets. Can't we give him something better? I mean…"
The kid – Jason, he recalled – was awake.
He was jitterish, confused. And he stared at his ceiling in something akin to shock as the light of morning crept in.
And he had no idea he was.
Really, Dick felt for Jason. He knew what it was like.
So he went into Jason's room.
"Hey" Said Dick.
"Where am I?" Jason replied, tone monotonous. That meant he was still in shock…
"Wayne Manor. Robin dropped you off here, told us about your situation."
"Oh."
"Still, if you want to talk, I know what you're going through."
"HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY KNOW WHAT I'M GOING THROUGH! MY MOTHER'S DEAD, MY FATHER'S IN PRISON AND I JUST WOKE UP IN A STRANGE ROOM!"
"Batman dropped me off here when my parents were murdered. He spoke to Bruce and, well, here I am."
"... Oh."
"Look it took him around 3 years to adopt me, but Bruce and I want to try and give you a family. You up for it?"
Flashes of something in his eye. Dick could see the wish for justice, the violent temper. Jason would have to learn to channel the anger. Batman gave him a purpose, the offer would stand for Jason too. Robin was The Boy Wonder, soon he wouldn't be a boy any longer. He stood up.
"Look you don't need to decide just yet. Just to let you know the offer is standing."
And perhaps, just maybe, he wouldn't be an only child any longer. His Team might have treated him like he was their little brother – but really, he wasn't around them enough to get that treatment – but something in him felt like this was meant to be.
A few weeks later, he, Richard John "Dick" Grayson-Wayne was a big brother.
AN:- Yes, its short. I'm trying to feel my way around here. Tell me what you think! :). Eastonia