A/N: I do not own Teen Titans, they belong to DC Comics.
The flight towards Gotham went pretty fast but the jet lag hit everyone hard. Rachel, Garfield, Anna, Kori, Mar'i, and I almost went to sleep by the time we entered Wayne Manor, but Diana kept us awake until she guided us into our rooms.
After sleeping for almost ten hours, I walk around the Manor, and I hear footsteps from behind me. There not Mar'i's yet they sounded like someone around her age's weight. Then I heard glass smash and I sprinted to where the glass fell. I see Tim Drake fighting someone younger than him but his stance reminded me of someone who was apart of the League of Assassins. "What do you two think you're doing?!" I shout at them both.
"Dick..." Tim started speaking.
"NO! You two are fighting in Bruce's Manor!"
"بدأ ذلك!" The younger kid spoke in a foreign language.
"Do you know what he said?" I ask Tim and he shrugs his shoulders. I take out my Bat-shaped communicator and I contact Jason, "Do you know anything about this kid?" I face the camera towards the kid, then back at me.
"Apparently, he's the son of Bruce and Talia. Diana thinks Bruce cheated on her, at least what she told me." Jason responded.
"Meet up in the Batcave." I order and he nods. "This also includes you two!" I tell them both and I begin the search for my step-mom. I look everywhere for her and I can't find her anywhere and it's almost 9 o'clock; the time Batman starts his patrol. I walk into the Batcave to see Jason, Tim, the little kid, and Diana; also makes her appearance too. "Since Bruce is..."
"You honestly believe he's dead?!" Tim shouts in anger.
"As much as I don't want to believe so, I'm not sure." I admit, "However, Gotham cannot be left without a Batman, tonight." I answer with an absolute resolution and everyone agrees. "Alfred, do you have my Batsuit?"
"Coming, Master Richard." He walks to get my Batsuit.
"Why should you be Batman?!" Jason shouts.
"You almost killed the Joker!" I yelled.
"You killed Tony Zucco!" He retaliates with misguided information.
"He died from the debris that fell on him!" I spit back the truth.
"You two, stop!" Diana commands and we listen to her. "Now, that I have your attention, before Bruce died. He told if anything should happen to him, he wanted Richard to be heir as Batman." She states and we nod at our, possibly, dead mentor.
"Master Richard, the suit is here." I nod at Alfred and I change into my Batsuit. It's nice having to wear to wear it again, but I have updated the height to match my own. I put everything on except the cowl.
"What are we going to with him." I pointed at the little kid.
"Ibn?" Diana asks.
"Ibn?" Jason responds to his name.
"Ibn al Xu'ffasch." It's a Middle Eastern name for sure.
"So, Ibn." I began.
"ماذا تريد?" What?
"Can you speak English?" I look into his eyes to know that he speaks English but he refuses to speak it.
"وأنك لن تجعلني التحدث باللغة الإنجليزية." I hate Ibn, already.
"I might regret this..." I sigh and I pull out my Titans' Communicator to call my wife, "Kori, can you tell Mar'i to come to the Batcave?" She nods at me and in a few minutes my daughter shows up. "Mar'i, do you want to speak Arabic?"
"YES!" She levitates.
"He knows Arabic!" I point to Ibn and he looks at me with confusion. Mar'i lunges toward Ibn and plants a serious kiss that lasts a good twenty seconds, and I have to pry her off of him.
He wipes his lips, "ما هي النسبة?" He yells at my daughter.
"لتعلم اللغة العربية، دوه! أنا نصف Tamaranian، لذلك شعبي تعلم لغات جديدة من خلال الاتصال الشفة" She tells him like he knows what a Tamaranian is.
"Whatever!" He finally gives up, "I am indeed Bruce's and Talia's son"
"That would explain how you know how to fight like the League of Assassins." I state.
"How can you be the son of Bruce? He hasn't visited Talia in like ten years!" Diana asks him.
"I was artificially created." He admits, "I was genetically born to be perfect and to take over for my grandfather as head of the League of Assassins. As you know already, I was trained by many of the world's greatest assassins."
"How did you manage to get Bruce's DNA?" Jason inquires.
"He left blood samples from many battle with my grandfather, Ra's al Ghul, and various battles. The scientists just used genetic engineering to create me." A quick pause, "I expect to attend the board meeting in two days, to discuss my what my shares are going to be while my dad is gone." He said remorseless and I glare at him.
"What makes you think the board members will give you something and take you seriously."
"I learned business, criminology, and forensics." States with an aura of confidence.
After a quick moment of silence, "I don't want to call you Ibn, so we need another name for you." I tell Ibn, "Diana, did you and Bruce ever discuss what names you wanted if you two ever had a child?"
"We were thinking, Damian."
"Sounds good to me." I state while Jason and Tim agree and eventually, Damian accedes his new name. "Tim."
"What up, Dick."
"I don't want to be my Robin." I clearly state but he looks at me with disgust.
"Are you kidding me!" Replies a pissed off Tim.
"Daddy, why are you Grandpa Bruce's Batsuit?" Mar'i asks me.
"Tim, I see you as an equal to me, much like Jason. Mar'i, dear, daddy has to protect Gotham."
"Can I go with you?"
"Not tonight, your highness." I respond.
"Your highness?! What kind of crap of this, Dick. I understand she's your daughter but you think she is some sort of princess; you're dead wrong!" Damian yells out.
"My mother is queen of Tamaran! You..." She steps towards him.
"Mar'i!" I yell at her to stop.
"We got ourselves a badass!" Damian puts his hands up like Neil deGrasse.
"You're seriously making a mistake!" Mar'i's eyes glow and she wants to kill him.
"What are you..." Mar'i hugs Damian, intentionally squeezing the air out of him. "Can't... Breathe... Need... Oxygen." He manages to say and Mar'i decides to let go and Damian falls to the ground.
As he gasps for air, "Used to happen to me, a lot... Robin." Everyone looks at me in shock.
"Dad, you're not serious, are you?!"
"Dick, I must be deaf. Can you repeat that?" Jason asks.
"Are you sure you want to have Damian as Robin?" Diana asks.
"C'mon! He doesn't deserve to earn the title of Robin!" Tim shouts at me.
"Maybe so, but I could reform him for the better. Damian, grab Jason's old Robin tunic and put it on along with the mask. Tim, find a new identity to call yourself."
"Better yet, I'll look for Bruce to prove that he isn't dead!" He storms off.
"Alright, Batman! I'm ready to fight crime!" I notice a sword sheathed on Damian's side.
"What do you think you're taking?" I ask him.
"My katana."
"No!" I search for a bo staff and give it to him. "You should know how to work this, I assume."
"I prefer my katanas over the bo staff!"
"No killing!" I reinstate.
"Fine!" He hands me his katana.
"Raise your right hand." He looks at me, a bit, hesitating. Until he gets the idea and raise his right hand, "Repeat after me: criminals are a cowardly and superstitious lot..."
