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Batman swept down from the roof, landing neatly in an alleyway. Robin followed quickly, flipping on his way down. The Dark Knight had to fight a smile at that. The kid had way too much fun showing off when he was fighting crime. It was always amazing to see the way Robin almost floated as he walked, ran, fought. Every move he made was free and swift and… like a Robin.

Bruce was glad he had adopted the acrobat. He was worried that adding another child to his already impressive collection would increase the already high tensions in the Wayne household, but the newest addition had actually managed to sooth the frayed nerves of the Bat Clan. Batman rolled his eyes inwardly at the thought. Ever since Stephanie had used the name at the Cave one day, it had stuck. Dick especially had seemed enchanted with the idea, all of nine years old and fresh in his brand new Robin suit. That was two years ago, just a couple of months after he had adopted the bright blue eyed boy from that Catholic orphanage.

Red Hood's voice crackled to life in Batman's ear, speaking clearly, "I've got eyes on one of the high ranking members." There was a pause before he continued, "He just caught site of me too if the wide eyes and suspicious wet spot on his pants indicates anything."

Red Robin's dry tone responded lazily, "While you made someone urinate on himself, I took out several other members and got a location on the meeting tonight." Batgirl's ever so quiet laugh tinkled in Batman's ear.

Nightwing sighed loudly, "Are you going to share that location?"

"It's the basement of some Catholic orphanage in downtown Gotham." Tim answered, peeved. Batman, however, froze. He felt Dick do the same next to him.

"If I don't get orders pretty soon Batman, I'm going by myself." Red Hood complained through the earpiece.

Robin's voice frantically cut through any response Batman would have made, "Is the orphanage run by a priest named George Whitshaker? Three stories, all boys?"

"Um," Tim began, confusion tinting his voice, "Yes. How do you know that? You can't tell me that you and Batman already got the information!"

"We didn't." Batman took control of the situation, glancing at his newest ward, "That was the orphanage where I found Robin." There was a terse silence before Jason swore emphatically.

"Orders?" Damian asked, cutting off Jason's next curse word.

Batman thought for a moment, glancing at his youngest before giving his orders, "I want Red Hood and Nightwing to scope out the place. You're closest. After you finish, get onto the roof of the building across the street. Red Robin, Batgirl, Robin, and I will meet you there. Red Hood, make sure that the man who saw you doesn't make it to the meeting." He almost stopped there before adding, "Without killing him."

Less than ten minutes later found the entire Bat Clan crouched on the roof across from the orphanage. According to what Jason and Damian saw and what Dick remembered, there were only two viable entrances: the front and back door. Any windows that could be easily opened from the outside led into rooms that were occupied. Based on the deadlock that Nightwing spied on the front door, Batman assumed that the members of the meeting were going in through the back. This was supposed to be a meeting of the top criminals in the city. The little villains of Gotham were planning on working together to get the city back from the big players like Joker, Penguin, Two-Face, etc. Batman had called the entire group together again to deal with this threat.

Together, the group crept in through the back door, easily taking out the guards without making any noise. According to Dick's memories of the place, the door to the basement was around the corner. They rounded the corner and stopped short at what they saw. Sat directly in front of the door they wanted to get into was a small red haired child.

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Wally had been sitting in front of the door to the basement, guarding it, ready to warn the criminals downstairs if anyone came to find them. He was also supposed to redirect any kids that found their ways downstairs at this time of night. Father George had found out about Wally's heightened senses after a slip up. He blackmailed the then eight year old boy, saying that he would send him to scientists to experiment on him if he didn't do exactly what the priest wanted. So, for the past year, Wally had been using his senses to hide criminal meetings. Father George was being paid a handsome amount of money for each meeting. Criminals needed a place where they could meet and know that they would be safe and Father George provided that. Ever since Wally started guarding the basement door, not a single meeting had been busted. There had been a few close calls, but never a discovery. Wally had gotten a much better handle on his speed abilities and had found a dumpster a few alleys down from the orphanage that always had food in it. He had had to teach himself a lot about being blind because two months after he began life in Gotham, Lizzy was killed in a random mugging. Wally had been distraught, but everyone else brushed it off, saying that it was just a fact of life in the slums of Gotham.

Wally was shaken from his musings by the sound of new steady heartbeats outside the back door of the orphanage. He lifted his head toward the sound, confused. He hadn't heard anyone sneak closer yet there were six heartbeats that came out of nowhere. He listened intently as whoever was out there took down the guards. Wally stood quickly, turning and reaching for the handle to the basement door. The knob was half turned when he stopped, thoughts racing through his mind three times faster than a normal human. There were six people out there. They were silent enough to not be heard by him and skilled enough to take out the highly trained guards outside. He could hear something that sounded like a cape swishing back and forth. He smelled blood and sweat and heard the sound of a bullet in a gun, clinking gently against the inside of the magazine clip. He heard someone tap their fingers against a long wooden pole. Could these people be… superheroes? Weapons, blood, sweat, capes. Could these people finally put the criminals in jail and get someone to replace Father George? Was this his chance to stop these secret late night meetings?

Making a split second decision, Wally sat back down in the chair, gripping his cane tightly, black glasses fitting snuggly on his face. The people turned the corner that led to the basement, stuttering to a stop. He could tell that they were staring at him, a small, redheaded blind kid guarding the door to a secret meeting. Wally stood and walked closer to the six people, feeling them with his senses. He stopped about four feet short and whispered as quietly as he could, "Are you superheroes?"

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Damian didn't know what to make of this kid. He was small and thin, unnaturally so. The black glasses that screamed blind were large and dark against his glowing pale white skin. Freckles stood in stark contrast to his pallor and his bright, messy red hair. He was wearing a raggedy gray shirt and jeans that fell over the sides of his gray sneakers. All in all, he reminded Damian of a blind, child version of Colin. On the other hand, however, the kid was in the way. He seemed as if he was guarding the criminals the way his chair was sat directly in front of the door. Damian knew that Father George had to have low morals, but this was bringing it to a whole new level. Making the kids of the orphanage do his dirty work? Cruel.

Then the boy got up and quietly clicked his way towards the group. Damian idly registered the way they all tensed at the sudden movement. The boy stopped about four feet away and aimed his face slightly to the left of the center of the group. He whispered, so quietly that Damian only heard him due to years of training under Batman, "Are you superheroes?"

For a moment, Damian was confused. Of course they were superheroes. Then it registered that the kid couldn't actually see them. That led to more questions, however. If he couldn't see them, then how would he have come to the conclusion that they might have been superheroes? There was no evidence for him to jump to that conclusion. A quick scan of his siblings revealed that they were all thinking along the same lines. Damian hid a smile. Although he didn't agree with them all of the time (translation: most of the time), he was still proud of their growth in to superheroes. He turned back to the boy as his father answered in his deep, gravelly voice, "Yes. And who are you?"

"I'm Wally. Are you here to arrest the men downstairs?" The boy's voice stayed as quiet as it originally was. So, he had been guarding the door. Damian really hoped that he wouldn't have to take out a kid.

His father responded, "Yes."

Wally nodded and put the hand not holding onto his cane behind his head, rubbing his neck for a second before whispering, "Can you get all of them? Will you be able to get them all without any of them escaping?"

Damian frowned; was Wally being blackmailed and he was worried that one of the criminals they were about to bust would get away and use the blackmail? Or, worse, was he a slave to one of the men? Damian knew that there was at least one human trafficker in that meeting. Batman responded, "We'll do our best. Why are you so insistent on us catching all of them?"

Red hair ducked down and Wally mumbled, "I want to make sure the man who runs this orphanage leaves because he's awful and hurts us kids here." Batman kept up the scowl that he had been wearing since he put on the cowl earlier in the evening, but Nightwing had been with Bruce long enough to read the scowls as if Batman was telling him exactly what he felt. The last time Damian had seen this particular scowl was when they had met a certain acrobat a little over two years ago. The eldest Wayne child sighed to himself, knowing what was coming. He could practically see it happen in his head. Wally would let Batman and the others pass and they would beat the living daylights out of some criminals, Batman staying just long enough to mention Wally's assistance to the police in case someone really did have blackmail material on the kid. Soon after, Bruce Wayne would appear on the news, appalled that something like this could happen to the orphanage he had gotten his youngest ward from. He would make a show of visiting the place and making sure that the new management was suitable, 'accidently' bumping into Wally and instantly 'becoming enchanted' with the child. Wally would be adopted the next day and on his way to Wayne Manor. When Damian looked back at the child, however, he couldn't help but hear Colin's voice in his head cooing over the red head. Nightwing sighed to himself, he couldn't help but like the kid now that he thought that Colin would like him.

It happened exactly like Damian had thought it was going to. In four days, he had another brother. He hadn't interacted with his other siblings enough to know what they thought except for Dick who was extremely excited, claiming that he finally got to be a big brother and he was going to be the best big brother ever. The ranting got worse as the day of Wally's arrival grew nearer. Eventually, the day came that Wally was supposed to come to the manor. Damian sat with an arm set lightly across Colin's shoulders while the said eighteen year old curled into Damian's side, seemingly as contented as a cat. Dick was sitting at the far end of the couch, practically bouncing with anxiety. Cass was sitting cross-legged on the floor directly in front of Damian with Tim and Jason sitting as far away from each other as they possibly could in the parlor. Alfred was with Bruce picking Wally up. Somehow Stephanie had weaseled her way into the house and was practically sitting in Tim's lap. Damian tilted his head slightly. Apparently they were dating again. It was difficult to keep track of their relationship. Crouching on the table next to Dick and idly flipping a knife in the air and catching it again was Roy Harper. Damian isn't sure why Bruce let the archer in, but figured it had something to do with the fact that Dick seemed to be attached at the waist to Speedy.

Suddenly, the door swept open, everyone in the room sitting up straighter and staring intently at the door. Roy even put away his knife. Alfred came in first, raising an eyebrow at the family while he expertly side stepped the door and held it open. Wally came next, bright red cane sweeping in front of him and Bruce's comforting hand on his back, the man gently telling him that there was a bit of a step up. Wally's black glasses swept in Damian's direction and focused towards the middle of the room. Damian wondered again how the kid seemed to know so much about his surroundings even when he couldn't see, but was distracted from the line of thought by Colin's hand tangling in his shirt as the younger male sat up quickly, staring at the child. Colin bit his knuckle and turned to look up at Damian, eyes twinkling. Damian realized that he was right; Colin did think the kid was adorable. He couldn't really focus on that, however, because he was too focused on how cute Colin looked like. His lips curled up in a soft smile as he looked at his beloved, eyes softening and body relaxing as he took in his boyfriend's form.

The front door shutting broke him from his observations and he glanced back towards Wally, who had been directed in their direction, and was now waiting just inside the parlor opening. Stephanie had much the same look as Colin, eyes shining and hands clasped together, a gasp stifled in her throat. Roy had an eyebrow raised, looking the boy up and down, knowing that the boy couldn't tell. After a second, Roy looked back at Dick's expression of barely concealed glee and he smirked to himself. Damian frowned; he could tell that the three of them were going to get into shenanigans. It would be difficult, but they would manage it, he had no doubt. Wally's voice, significantly louder and more cheerful than it had been that night, broke the silence, "Hi, I'm Wally, nice to meet you." There was an underlying hint of fear and nervousness in his voice and Damian smiled softly in sympathy.

Dick launched himself off of the sofa and somehow snagged Roy's arm on the way up, pulling the teen with him. Dick stopped them directly in front of Wally and announced cheerfully, "My name's Richard, but you can call me Dick! Next to me is Roy, he's totally awesome, but sometimes he's a buzz kill, so just ignore him when he's like that." Roy frowned at Dick, but the young acrobat continued, unfazed, "He's my best friend and now you're going to be my best friend and my favorite brother." Jason's offended noise did nothing to stop Dick as he plowed on, encouraged by the growing grin on Wally's face, "You're room is right next to mine and I'm officially your big brother now. You, me, and Roy are going to hang out all the time and pull a ton of pranks. It'll be totally asterous!"

Wally tilted his head to the side and asked, amusement lighting up his voice, "Asterous?"

Damian decided it was time to step in, leaning into Colin, "Dick likes to butcher the English language on a daily basis. You learn to get used to it after a while. I'm Damian, your oldest brother. My room is right across the hall from yours if you ever need anything."

Colin spoke up from his place melted into Damian's side, "I'm Damian's boyfriend, Colin Wilkes. He told me he was getting a new brother and I just had to come meet you. I'll be around the house a lot, but I'm mainly in Damian's room." There was a slight pause where Wally smiled in their direction and gave a small, cute little wave before Colin continued, "Can I just say that you are the cutest kid I've ever seen. Well, you and Dick are pretty close on the cuteness scale…. Now I don't know which one is cuter!" The last sentence was whined into Damian's shoulder and managed to elicit a bright laugh from Wally.

Damian reflected on that laugh as the other members of the Wayne household (plus Stephanie) introduced themselves. Wally seemed so happy and cheerful when just days ago he was stuck in a rundown orphanage guarding the door to criminal meetings. Bruce had yet to tell them the kid's back story (he always let the newest member tell the story themselves; he says it increases trust), but it had to be hard growing up blind and he was in an orphanage, so something had to have happened to the parents. Damian always wondered how people who have as tragic of lives as Wally, or even Dick, managed to be so happy. The others, Damian himself, Tim, Jason, Cass, they all ended up the quiet, mysterious brooding type. But those two managed to seem to bright and happy and… innocent wasn't the right word, but Damian couldn't think of a better one.

The introductions stuttered to a stop around him and everyone puttered into silence, glancing at each other, unsure about what to do. Damian sighed to himself. You'd think that after so many times getting new siblings that they would be better at this, but they were still as moronic as their first time. Dick was doing better than the rest of them combined and he'd never had to go through this before. The only biological son of Bruce Wayne was willing to sit back and let the awkward moment fester, but apparently Colin had other ideas because he sat up and away from Damian, eliciting a small whine from the superhero that only Colin could hear. Colin smiled back at him before turning to face Wally again, "Hey Wally, how about Dami and I show you to your room?"

Wally's gentle smile turns into something more wicked that Damian was more used to seeing on Dick when he asked the young acrobat where all the pencils in the house went. The kid's voice was downright gleeful when he said, "Dami, huh?"

Dick cackled, causing Wally to start in surprise, turning to a spot pretty close to where Dick was standing. Richard continued, "I wouldn't try it if I were you. Damian doesn't let anyone but Colin call him by a nickname. Apparently he 'doesn't do' nicknames." Dick snickered again, launching himself onto his end of the couch.

Damian glared at his now second youngest brother before turning back to Wally just in time to see the grin disappear. A lower lip jutted out just so replaced it, shoulders hunching up and head lowering, cane moving to rest in a more obvious location as a soft voice asked, "I can't call you Dami?"

Nightwing watched helplessly as Colin practically melted, standing quickly and wrapping Wally in a hug falling to his knees to more comfortably hug him, cooing gently before holding him at arm's length and saying emphatically, "Of course you can call him Dami too, right sweetie?"

Great, Damian thought, now they were both giving him puppy dog looks. He slyly glanced around the room, checking for anyone who would help him. Dick and Roy both had identical expressions of glee that made even him a little scared. Cass was smiling gently at the sight with Stephanie clasping her hands and tearing up again. Tim was staring at the two red heads with an almost analytical expression. Creepy. Jason was smirking at Damian, knowing exactly what was running through his head. Damian just glared back at him. Alfred gave him a look that told him that the butler thought that he had this coming. Bruce was too busy being entranced by his newest son's puppy dog look that he wouldn't be any help. Great. Eventually, Damian muttered, "Tt, fine."

The bright, matching grins that lit up the red heads' faces was enough to make the acquisition worth it – not that he'd ever admit that to anyone. Damian, face set in a neutral expression that he knew Colin could see right through, stood up and strode over to the parlor entrance, snagging Wally's suitcase in one hand and walking towards the stairs. He called over his shoulders, "Come, beloved."

Despite all the grief Wally had already caused with his arrival in the manor (Damian didn't think he'd ever forgive Colin for forcing him into letting Wally use his nickname; then again, he didn't think he was capable of staying mad at Colin), Damian could tell that he was going to love this kid. He hated it, but he couldn't help it. The kid was just too cute. And if anyone ever tried to get him to admit that he liked Wally, they would get a vehement denial and a punch in the face. The glance back at his beloved and his youngest brother showed that they were making it up the stairs just fine. Wally's back was tense, however, and Damian could read the worried lines in his face, showing that the blind child was still just as nervous as he was coming in. This wouldn't just be an ordeal for Damian. The entire Wayne family would have to deal with this newest development.

Something told Damian that none of them would mind it all that much.

Author's Note: Alrighty, here's the next chapter. Please give me constructive criticism. Anything that you find wrong, please let me know whether it be grammar, spelling, plot holes, or character inaccuracies, please let me know so I can fix it. Four more reviews and I'll keep the story going!