I originally planned this to be a oneshot, but it i=will be much longer, so here's a story!
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All POV
Being ourselves. We don't get to do that much… We're too scared to let B find out. Funny. Most people are scared of us. Our whole lives, we had to hide who we are, what we are. Well, until we found each other at least. It feels good to know that not all people are afraid of us.
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Dick's POV
Life. I've always wanted to feel alive. Well, to be back to feeling alive. Ever since I was bitten, I've only felt dead. Life is the world's greatest gift. One gift I feel like I'm lacking. Once my parents died, I felt like I died. I felt nothing but the need for revenge. Vengeance. I wanted Zucco dead. My time in juvie gave me time to plan. I wanted him to scream and, since I was hungry, I knew how. But, then Bruce got me out. With him, I had family again. For the first time since my parents died, I felt alive. I knew I couldn't take it if he hated me… was afraid of me because of what I am. As comfortable as I felt living with Bruce and Alfred, I still felt alone… until Jason. Jason was different, like me! Then came Tim and Damian, and I haven't felt alone since.
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Jason's POV
Fear. That's all I'd ever known was fear. Fear of the thugs who ran the streets; fear of the psychos who attacked the streets and fear of the wolf that bit me. Fear of myself the first few transformations. Fear of the pain, blinding and agonizing, that came with them. I was even afraid of B the first time I saw him. I thought he knew what I was and was going to kill the monster. Monster; a word I'm familiar with. So many people have called me one, even though I've never hurt a person. Once B took me in, I feared the full moon more than ever. I was afraid he'd find out. But, it wasn't B that found out… it was Dick. Once I found out he wasn't exactly normal either, we got along great. He even came out for a run with me on full moons. Then Tim and Damian came along and joined our little group; joined our family.
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Tim's POV
Accepted. All I've ever wanted to be was accepted; not a good boy or our perfect son or even a horrible child! Just accepted. My parents didn't like me even before they found out, but once they did it was all "Timothy, hide that thing!" and "Why couldn't we have had a normal child? Was that too much to ask Timothy, that we not have a freak for a son?!". When Mr. Wayne took me in, my longing grew. He seemed kinder than my parents, but… he's much bigger than my father ever was so if he didn't accept me but hated me instead… what would he do to me? I went out swimming in the freshwater pond in the backyard while Mr. Wayne and the others slept. The full moon shone bright overhead when I heard movement. I ducked by the plants in the lake. A large, black and gray wolf walked over, sniffing the pond. Dick came up behind him "Yeesh, Jay. What'cha smell?" He had fangs. The wolf, or Jason I guess because he's the only person Dick ever calls Jay, sniffed the plants I was hiding behind then lightly bit me and drug me back onto land. Dick laughed, "Well, Jay, looks like we have another one!" Jason licked me and Dick hugged me. They accepted me and I joined their family.
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Damian's POV
Freedom. My goal in life was to have freedom. I've always wanted to escape from the palace in Arabia, from Mother and Grandfather, but they knew my weakness. Shiny objects. Shiny objects attract all of my kind. Mother always hated me being what I was. She always said I was too small, too weak. I'm not weak. I got my freedom, though, when I chose to go with Father instead of Mother. Father had no idea that I was occasionally sneaking some bright, shiny, silverware from the dining room. I'd made my own mini-room in the ceiling of my room. One night, I went flying outside to see what shiny objects I could find in the backyard. Instead of something shiny, I found a closer knit family. Other creatures, like me. I found my freedom.
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