A/N I Own Nothing All Characters Belong To DC And Warner Bros.
Bruce Wayne was very rarely scared to do anything. This was, unfortunately, one of those rare moments.
He stared at the house in front of him in the suburbs, he'd come here on a mission: to make amends and recruit members. A simple case of cold feet wasn't going to stop that. The house belonged to the McPearsons',; a small suburban family of four: Mr. John McPearson, Mrs. Dona McPearson, their 14-year-old nephew Terrance, and their 9-month-old daughter Cassandra.
Bruce knew otherwise; the McPearsons were really Dick and Barbra Grayson, Terrance was Tim Drake, and Cassandra was, well, Dick and Barbra's daughter Cassandra.
He decided to for once in his life use the door, which he regretted instantly when Tim opened it up.
The teenagers' jaw dropped, "B-Bruce, What are you doing here?" He attempted a smile. "Hello Tim, is Dick here?"
His eyes narrowed, "No, and you shouldn't be here either, you're not welcomed."
"I need to-" He was cut off, "You don't need to do anything but leave! We were all in the Resistance, Bruce, we fought all of you! How else do you think Barbra got stuck in that wheel chair?"
The words stung like venom. "Just tell them I was here." As he turned to leave he heard Tim call out, "Fine! But if they try to kill you don't blame me!"
That could've gone better. He thought dryly, turning to leave. He was going to Gotham vigilantes first, figuring that would be the smart; although he was quickly being proved wrong.
Why would he need a house anyway? He thought before deciding the man had always been a little strange.
He quietly crept through the window into the hallway, silently searching for the face-less man.
"Felix, give it back you little pain!"
"NEVER!"
"I'm telling Mom!" A little girl bolted through the hall, colliding with the Bat. She looked up, wide-eyed and confused before regaining her composure and asking, "Who the heck are you and why are you in my freaking house!"
"Who are you?"
"Who am I, this is my house, who are you and why are you dressed like a wanna-be Lord Batman; you screwed up the colors you know."
"Rosie, who are you talking to?" A voice called out from inside a room.
"Him!" she said racing to her father and dragging him to look at the man in the strange suit.
Vic Sage's eyes went wide as he pulled his daughter back by the shoulders making her yelp as he stepped in front of her.
"Rosa, go find your Mother."
"But-"
"Rosa Isabella go get your siblings and find your Mother now." The little dark-haired girl looked scared and confused as she ran calling in a frightend voice, "Mom...?"
The man turned back to Bruce his fists clenched, "What do you want?"
"That's your daughter."
"Yes, now answer the question!"
"Relax Sage, I'm not here to fight."
"What do you want?" A dark-haired woman entered the room. "Babe, why is Rosie-?" She stopped short seeing Bruce, her expression turned furious,"YOU!"
"Helena!" He cried holding back his wife as she struggled to get to Bruce, "The hell, Vic, whose side are you on!" She cried, sounding hurt and furious. "YOURS! Now give him a minute to explain himself, please."
"Fine! But if he so much as looks at the kids I'm killing you both!"
Realization dawned. "You two have children."
"You didn't know? I guess you aren't as good as they say." Helena smirked.
Vic sighed, "Yes, we have three; Rosa who's six, Felix is four, and Gina's two. But I assume that's not why your here."
"When did this happen?"
"When you took over Earth 7 years ago. We met in the Resistance and one thing led to another, now why are you here!"
Bruce shook his head, he'd heard the rumors but they seemed so...odd. "I'm making a new team of heroes and figured I'd start by asking those without powers."
"And you want us to join?" Helena asked dubiously.
"Mostly him." She opened her mouth to respond when when Rosie walked in holding the phone, "It's Uncle Ollie."
Vic took it as Helena stood protectively next to her daughter, "What is it, Queen? Are you sure? He's actually here right now. Yes, we'll bring him."
He hung up and handed the phone to Rosie. "Oliver Queen would like you to come with us to a Resistance meeting, to make sure your being truthful."
"We were under the impression the Resistance disabled."
"We did, but we meet occasionally if something big happens and try to help the public if necessary."
Helena turned to Vic, "Hm, baby I'm putting the kids to bed and if he," She cocked her head in Bruce's direction, "isn't gone when I get back you're sleeping on the couch."
Q sighed, "Fine" Then he turned to Bruce, "Go, please, you're not welcome here by me and especially not Helena."
Batman was silent as he leaped through the window, at least it's a start.
