A/N: Thanks for checking out the first chapter! I hope you liked it enough to keep reading. I don't know much about Jason, so sorry if I have gotten anything wrong. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and don't forget to review! ~velvie

Disclaimer: I don't own DC comics or any of the characters used.

The dark haired boy scowled in the back of the Batmobile, his scratched and dirtied arms folded tightly against his chest.

"Where are you taking me?" he muttered. Batman glanced at the mirror to look at the young boy.

"I'm taking you to the Batcave" he replied emotionlessly. The boy huffed and slumped in the seat. The Batmobile pulled up in the cave and Batman got out. He pulled the young boy out and stood in front of him.

"What's your name?" he asked firmly.

"Jason" the boy spat back.

"Last name?"

"Todd." Jason had a glare that could almost rival Batman's.

"How old are you?"

"Six." Batman raised his eyebrows. A six year old boy had been out alone causing trouble.

"Where do you live, Jason?" Batman continued questioning him.

"I don't live anywhere." He growled. Batman frowned and began to think. Why was a young boy living out on the streets? This boy needed a home. He also needed straightening out.

"Jason, you're coming to live with me. You're too young to be out alone and I'm more than happy to take care of you." Batman said, resting a hand on Jason's shoulder.

"No! I don't need to be taken care of!" he yelled, shoving the older man's hand off of his shoulder. Batman grabbed the boy firmly by the arm.

"You can't live out on the streets. You either live with me, or in a juvenile detention facility." He told Jason, lowering himself to the boy's ear to speak. Jason pulled himself away from Batman's grip.

"Fine. I'll stay with you." He growled, sighing at the end.

"Excellent." Batman said, pulling off the cowl. Jason was shocked to see that Batman was really the billionaire Bruce Wayne. He knew Batman would be a rich guy, but he never suspected Bruce. Alfred entered the cave, but stopped when he saw Bruce with a young boy.

"Master Bruce, may I ask who this young boy is?" Alfred said, his English accent echoing slightly throughout the cave.

"This is Jason. He's my new ward." Bruce told the older gentleman.

"I shall prepare him a room." Alfred replied, smiling at the boy before turning to leave.

"Oh and Alfred, could you tell Dick of the new arrival? I want to be sure there will be no trouble."

"Very well, Master Bruce." Alfred said as he left. Bruce started towards the stairs and beckoned for Jason to follow. The two walked silently up the steps and into Wayne Manor. Bruce gestured to a chair, and Jason slumped into it and crossed his arms again. The sound of footsteps was heard in the distance and suddenly another dark haired boy was stood in front of Jason. The older boy held his hand out to him.

"Hello, I'm Richard, but you can call me Dick!" he said, smiling brightly. Jason cautiously reached out and took the boys hand, shaking it half-heartedly.

"I'm Jason" he muttered back.

"So he's staying with us?" Dick asked Bruce, still grinning happily. Bruce nodded.

"Yes, Dick. I suppose this makes you two brothers. I hope you'll get along well." Bruce replied, smiling at his sons. He never thought he'd have even one son, but now he had two. They were technically only his legal wards, but he considered them to be his children.

"I hope we'll get along, too. You seem really cool." Dick said. Jason almost smiled. He finally had a family. They weren't his real family, but they loved him already, and that was what Jason really needed.

"I have to go do the paperwork regarding Jason. Dick, will you show him around and make him feel welcome?" Bruce said to Dick. The 8 year old boy nodded enthusiastically, blue eyes shining.

"Of course, Tati." The two smiled at each other fondly before going their separate ways.

"So, if he's Batman, does that make you Robin?" Jason asked. Dick nodded.

"Yeah, I'm Robin. So how'd Bruce, or Batman, find you?" He asked back. Jason thought about whether to tell the truth. He knew that would be the right thing to do, and he knew he would have to do the right things from now on.

"He caught me trying to steal the tires from the Batmobile." He said, shrugging as though it was no big deal. Dick's eyes widened in shock, but the shock quickly died down, and was replaced by a warm smile.

"Now that you're one of us, you don't need to steal ever again." The older boy said. Jason felt so loved and welcome already, and he had to fight the smile and the happy tears that threatened to show.

"Thanks" he managed to mumble. He desperately wanted to show more gratitude, but his old ways prevented him from doing so. He didn't know if he'd ever be able to show the smile that was trying to force its way onto his face.

"Let me show you the house!" Dick cried, grabbing Jason's arm. Jason willingly followed."First, we have this room that we're in; the sitting room. It's a really nice room. That painting on the right is of Bruce's parents, and the one on the left is of mine."

"Wait, you're not Bruce's kid?" Jason said. He knew plenty about Batman and Robin, but he knew little about Bruce and even less about Dick. He'd seen pictures of them in newspapers, but he couldn't read, so he didn't know what the article was. Now he knew they were about Dick's adoption.

"No, I was an acrobat until I was five, when a nasty man killed my parents by sabotaging the act" Dick said, chewing his lip slightly. It was only recently that Dick became ok with talking about it. Jason wondered if he'd said something wrong.

"I'm... sorry" Jason said awkwardly. Dick smiled at the younger boy.

"It's fine. At first I was really upset about it, but over the years the grief has settled. I still miss them every day, but Bruce and Alfred are wonderful and I love it here." Jason inwardly sighed with relief. They continued into the next room.

"This is the dining room. This is where we eat. The kitchen is just through there, but I don't think I'm allowed to show you that, because I'm rarely allowed in there myself." Dick told him. He loved giving tours. Jason looked around at the large room. Everything was neat and clean, which he wasn't used to.

"Everything's so... tidy" Jason said, still looking around. Dick ushered the wide eyed boy into the next room.

"This is another sitting room. This is the one we usually bring people in to." Again Jason stared in awe at the room. He paced around, looking in detail at everything in the room. "Do you want to go see your room?" Dick asked. He nodded, imagining what his room could be like after seeing these rooms. The boys left the room and went into the main hallway. Jason looked around while they climbed the stairs. They walked along the hallway, Dick point out what was behind each door. They came near to the end of the hallway and saw Alfred standing in front of a door.

"Your room, Master Jason." He said, pushing the door open gently. Jason's eyes widened when he looked inside. He'd never had a bedroom, but he'd never imagined one like this. The walls and floor were ruby red. A grand four-poster bed stood in the centre of the room, pushed up against the back wall. To the right was a large chest of drawers, with a wardrobe against the wall with the door. On the back wall in each corner there were windows, with beautiful dark red velvet curtains. There was a desk and chair on the left side, and a large TV hung on the wall opposite the bed, just to the left of it.

"This is amazing. Thank you!" the boy yelled, finally smiling as he ran over to the bed.

"I assume you have no belongings?" Alfred asked the young boy. He shook his head. "I shall purchase you some clothing in the morning, along with any other things you may require. I shall ask Bruce what you will need when he is less busy. I shall find you some fresh clothes and pyjamas." The elderly man turned to leave, but Dick stopped him.

"It's ok Alfred, he can borrow mine for now." The boys were similar in stature; Dick being slightly taller.

"Very well. Thank you, Master Dick. I will go and prepare dinner." Alfred nodded before he left. The two boys went to Dick's room for clothes. His room was at the end of the hall. The layout of his room was similar, but the windows were on the left and right walls, and the interior was a deep royal blue instead of red. Dick walked over to the chest of drawers while Jason stood in the doorway, taking it all in once again.

"You can come in" Dick called over to him, snapping him back to reality. He walked over to his new brother and watched as he pulled open each drawer, revealing many different items of clothing. "Let's see; you'll need a shirt, some pants, some underwear and socks, and pyjamas." He pulled each article of clothing out of different drawers one by one and handed them to Jason.

"Thanks" he said, and he left to go to his own room. Once there, He pulled off the red hoodie that he had worn every day for the past two years and gave it looked sadly at it before dropping it onto the ground. He finished changing into the clothes Dick had provided him with, and wondered what to do with the old ones. He walked back over to Dick's room and hesitated before knocking.

"Come in!" the 8 year old yelled. The little boy slowly opened the door and put his head round the door.

"Where should I put my old clothes?" he asked. Dick jumped up from his desk and walked over to the door.

"I'll show you!" they went back to Jason's room and Dick scooped up his clothes. They crossed the hallway and went through the door opposite into a large bathroom. "There's a basket in here that you can put your dirty clothes in. Alfred empties them and washed the clothes for us." He opened the basket near the wall and put the clothes inside.

"Ok, thank you." Jason said. He wasn't sure he'd remember everything he'd been told today. He definitely wouldn't remember his way around the manor.

"This is your bathroom, by the way. There's a bathroom for every bedroom, and this is yours. That's why the walls are red, like your room." Dick smiled at the boy, who was nodding and taking it all in. Alfred's voice could be heard in the hallway.

"Dinner's ready."

Dick pointed to a chair for Jason in the dining room. The little boy pulled himself onto it while Dick sat down on his own chair opposite. Bruce entered and took the seat at the head of the table, with the two boys either side. Alfred served their meals and went back into the kitchen.

"Jason, how are you settling in?" Bruce asked.

"I'm fine. It's great here. Thank you for taking me in." The boy replied politely. He was trying to turn over a new leaf in this new place and he just hoped we wouldn't mess up.

"When you're out in public, you must know that you cannot speak of my identity as Batman or his as Robin." Bruce said more seriously. Jason nodded in comprehension. "For identity reasons, you will also need to choose a hero name. I'll leave the name up to you." Jason thought back to his old life, and to the red hoodie he loved so dearly.

"I know what I want my name to be." He said firmly.

"And what might that be?" Bruce prompted.

"Red Hood."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Next up is Tim. Review! ~ velvie