A/N There were two men in a dark room, illuminated by a bright fire. One was working the controls, the other monitoring. Going into the fire was a looping piece of long plastic like material that then went under and circled back over, it was slowly inching a coffin into the fire to be ash. The man cranking the pump stopped, waiting for a second. He swore he heard a noise. The other one heard it too. Inside the coffin, inches away from the flames, was a banging sound, as if someone was alive in there trying to get out. The worker that was over-viewing everything slowly made his was to the coffin to check it out. Surely enough, as he assumed, the closer to the coffin he got, the louder the noise was. As he was now right next to it, he hears a feminine voice"I'M NOT DEAD! LET ME OUT OF HERE!" Both workers eyes widened as they shut down the machine, rushing over to the coffin and prying it open. As it opened, inside was a girl, very much alive, and agitated beyond belief. She sat up in the death bed and smacked the two workers over the head before hopping out of the coffin."You idiots! I wasn't dead! Do you know how long i was in there? I think i missed lunch! Gosh, people these days." The girl continued to grumble as she made her way to the exit, before quickly turning around to add a comment."OH, and i do NOT want to be cremated! no. That's just creepy. I want to be buried. Yeesh, you try to kill a girl alive thinking she's dead you can at least get her death wish right. You, Brown hair, write that down incase i come here again." The brunnete worker scribbled away in his notepad with a stressed look as the girl then left. The girl later arrived to her laptop and opened it up, sitting down. "Alright, lets finish this a little ,shall we? Alright, where was i.."

Fin

OH WOW. I was not anticipating all the positive feedback. The amount of people who like this story amazes me, and i can't thank everyone enough. I can, however, apologize from the bottom of my heart. I'm SO sorry that updating took this long! but, i do have a excuse. Alot of, well,shit, is going on in my life right now. With money troubles,school, court stuff, animals, PTSD, flashbacks, counceling,family troubles, mental health and so much more, i've been quite busy. And even if i wasn't i couldn't update if i wanted to. My laptop broke on my and it's only temporarily fixed now.

Alright, enough of me and my excuses, about the story.

i'm not really going to reply to reviews on here, but i will answer a couple of questions. Dick did not get adopted by Bruce Wayne, the Four brothers parents died when Damian turned eighteen so he could get soul custody of them. The closest Dick Grayson has ever gotten to Bruce Wayne, is through Batman or the news.

I can assure you that Dick A.K.A. Red X is not going to die anytime in the story. I feel like Slade would make comments and threats like that to scare Red X and the capturer. And, just to make myself clear, this is a story about the Justice League eventually saving Dick and his brothers. I honestly didn't know what way to take the story, but i decided it would be good with a happy ending. Although, i want to try to take the story another way with a alternative ending(Once i'm done with this story) But i'm not quite sure.

I feel so bad for just doing this little chapter right now, but i'm writing a chapter with some of Dicks past for your understanding and i'm going to try to write another one and post it as soon as i can. I might not be able to post as often as i would like, but i only get a very short amount of time a day when i'm alone and can actually write; so, ya. Onto the story.

THIRD PERSON P.O.V.

Bruce steadied the lithe boy in his arm's, not wanting him to fall to the ground in the rush of everything.

As soon as Batman was sure that he could not accomplish in taking Red X's helmet off, he simply tied the boy up. (With the rope he made himself, practically indestructible.)

Batman sighed,agitated. He had yet to find out anything about this mysterious Apprentice to Slade; Disregarding that he now knew that he was a smart-allick. He would guess that Red X was in his early teens, but, the fact that he hadn't heard his real voice made that guess have more holes in it then swiss cheese. Although all of this, it did help that Red X's personality that he showed so far was the one of a cocky teen, furthering the percentage of Batman's guess being correct. But it could simply be a act. Batman wasn't even sure if Bruce was him or Batman; Truly only Alfred could tell.

As Red X was now restrained, the Dark Knight took a minute to study his prisoner; Mentally noting everything. Red X wore a black body suit with a large crimson X slanting on his left hip to his right shoulder. He had a grey utility belt with items that Batman could only guess that are stored.(Due to the fact that everything had a code of some kind.) But, it was the mask that struck Batman's attention. He knew that Slade had a thing for making the mask the main part of your look, but Red X's made no sense. Of the boy's whole dark color with a red X outfitt, he had a black mask that looked like it had quite a bit of tech inside it; But the mask had a skull on it. It was a light grey skull with a darker gray outline, it had the eyes and nose hole filled in with the dark grey While the teeth that showed were only the top row, the bottom half being his voice modifier. Yet another thing Batman was sure to find out about this boy/teen/...man? The dark Knight couldn't mark out the chances of him being adult, although the chances of it being absurd, there was still a chance.

Bruce was so lost in though that he didn't even hear the light whirring noise of a Justice League jet.

Superman stepped out of the aircraft and took flight, looking down upon the scene. Using his x-ray vision, he saw that Batman was holding something in his arms. Red X, most likely, Superman thought.

The Kryptonian flew towards Batman, with the rest of the original seven not far behind. The wind was fresh with a cold breeze that threatened to put a shiver down your spine. It seemed like the perfect night for anything to go wrong.

As Superman was neering the ground, Batman took notice to his presence, but did not move. He was to lost in thought to greet someone. Superman stopped flying to a simple hover, lowering himself to the ground with his cape whirling around him. The rest of the League just stayed in the air, situated above The Batman. Wonder-woman was on a hover-board, much like Aqua-man. Green lantern (Hal Jordan) was standing on a green platform that he made out of the Ring. Martian Manhunter was floating, and Flash had yet to arrive, he had answered Superman's summoning of him with a " Gimme' a minute, i got some central city business to take care of." Then ended the transmission. Superman may have been on this earth for a while, but he still wasn't sure how to understand people like the Flash, or mainly, just the Flash.

Batman's P.O.V.

As i was studying Red X, i noticed a presence. I stiffened, a response my body had taken a custom to in-case i should have to engage in a fight. I heard a light whirring. I calmed myself. That is the noise that the Hover-boards make, the kind made by the Justice league. How do a know a certain sound so well? I'm the one who made the Hover-boards, i put a magnet in the gears so the sound frequency it makes only can be heard by the opposite magnet like devises, of wich i had put one in ever member of The Leagues earpiece. You can never be to cautious with unknown danger.

I let out a grunt to inform everyone that i was aware they're there. Making noises is quicker and takes less effort then telling someone something, not to mention that then you can't get caught up in pointless small-talk. I heard Superman land on the ground. "Hello, Batman. I see you have caught Red X. A very worthy accomplishment. Let us take him to the jet to interrogation, shall we?"

I turned around at this, Superman was acting a little to boy-scout then usual, and he usually acts very boy-scout after catching a target.(And yes, i just used boy-scout as a adjective) I gave him a quizzical look to wich he just replied with a shrug. Like i was going to believe that he had no idea why he was acting so stoic. That's my job.

I sent him a head on glare to tell him that i wasn't buying it, but he just put on a innocent face.

Okay, something is definitely going on.

I was about to send him another glare, but everyone was above me and was already looking at me like i was insane. I sent Superman on last glance that said we would talk this over later, but again, he replied with a dumbfounded response. I looked up and glared at everyone that was staring at me, but they simply just redirected their line of sight.

Green lantern looked down at Superman and i and then turned to Wonder-woman."Does Superman know bat-a-nese?"

I let out a low throaty growl to tell him to stop. Everyone is always confused when i talked with looks, it's just how i do things. But when a certain speedster deemed it 'Bat-a-nese', mentioning it really got on my nerves. Diana replied rationally, simply shrugging it off. That's good, at least she knows me enough to drop it.

Green lantern though, was about to open his mouth to say something more, but Wonder-woman sent his a pointed look, to wich he closed his mouth. He glanced at me one more time before getting his normal look back up on his face.

As that little escapade was now over, i cleared my throat to start talking, but i was interrupted by a red and yellow lighting streak coming towards us at impeccable speeds. Then the Flash was standing before us all, fists on his hips, flashing that giant happy extraverted smile of his. Oh, how i hated that smile. Now that everyone's attention seemed to be back in order, i cleared my throat yet again to-"Hey, WW,MM,SM,GL,AM! Sorry i'm late, just some Centra-"

And then Wonder-woman interrupted the interrupter(A/N interuptee?)"Central city stuff, we know, Flash."

The speedster let out a awkward chuckle;As now everyone's stares were pouring down on him, including mine. You do not interput me. Although everyone's else's stares seemed more questioning then mine. Then, as i was about to speak, again, The Flash spoke. "What? Your guys's names are to long to say in hurry, and you're the ones that said no nicknames. I'm pretty sure abbreviations aren't nicknames. There is a loophole everywhere if you look enough." Eventually everyone ceased their stares, waiting for someone to do something, except for me. I was still staring. And apparently, The Flash noticed it, because he turned around to face me and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly."Heyyy, Bats! Heh heh. Sorry about that, and sorry i was- wohw. So, that's really Red X?"

I sent him another glare.

"Right, right. It's just, wow. Pretty cool, though, right? He caused us all this trouble, and now we got 'em. We should probably bring him to the jet to restrain him before he wakes up. How did you even- You know what, question for another day."

My glare on him intensified. I was not thinking about how 'cool' it was to catch him. And what right does he have to tell me the plan? I'm the most experienced against Red-X, and, i'm holding him.

I took a deep breath, in and out. I'm being to emotional, i need to stop. All this Red-X wondering is messing with me. I can't make any assumptions, bad or good, about him before we interrogate him. Hopefully we will get it done soon thanks to Martian Manhunter.

I stood up,straight, stretching my legs that i didn't know needed to be stretched as a pop of my knee sounded. "We will go to the jet and head to the watch tower; There, we can rightfully restrain him in a room that he can not escape. Then, we can start the interrogation." I finished my sentence and everyone looked at me as if wanting more directions. I told them what was going to happen, they can handle it; they aren't toddlers. I picked up Red-X and threw him over my shoulder, carefully attaching the rope to my utility belt in-case he fell off. With my unoccupied right hand, i grabbed my grappling gun out of my belt and aimed for the jet. Once i got a good range, i fired at it, the grappler(is that a word?) quickly flew threw the air and attached itself to the Jet. I then pressed the retract button on it, and soon i was in air heading to the jet.

Just because i can't fly, doesn't mean i need a hover-board.

Everyone else just stayed behind for a second, bewildered,before they took my lead and made their way to the jet.

Red-X, i expect to know you very well soon.

A/N i know, this chapter sucks. this was supposed to continue to the next chapter, but it ended up getting kinda long and i didn't want to not post for that long. I' m trying out first person P.O.V., i kinda suck at it, but i'm trying. Also, do you know how hard it is to write Batman? I'll answer for you, really hard! i'm still and always will be taking ideas so please review and tell me your opinion. Oh, and there is no shipping in this. Sorry, but this is focused on Red-X and his family and stuff, not on dating and other smudgeits.(Ya, i made that words up. i like it. sue me.) If there is a couple, it'll just be canon, like spitfire or supermatian. Although, i actually am not going to involve to team for a bit.

I got really back into art lately, so i have been drawing and sketching a lot. I'm trying to make a good sketch of Red-X, but it always turns out terrible. I have been, on my free time, making sketches of Young justice gender-bent. Why? I have no clue. I don't even like the idea of Young justice being gender-bent. *:P

Also, not sure if i mentioned this before, but I DON'T OWN ANYTHING.

Thank you!

P.S. can anyone guess what's going on with Superman? Dun dun dun!

P.P.S. and, for the ages of the brothers, here they are.

Damien:23

Jason: 20

Tim:17

Dick:13

And, everyone is a Grayson. this is after they got taken five years ago.