Alright guys, a little warning before we jump in. A drunk Bruce Wayne and Jason tends to have a very bad potty mouth. But still good fluff in there. Hope you guys like long chapters, cause I think this one is the longest I've wrote. I probably will break it into two different chapters, so look out for the next part.

Dick babbled and bounced excitedly in his stroller. Bruce was taking them somewhere, he had no idea where they were off to in such a hurry. This was only their third outing into the city and Dick was super excited; he loved to people watch and last time they went somewhere really exciting! Daddy took them to the pier and he got to go into the water. He was just in his swim diaper, but he didn't mind since the beach wasn't too crowded and the water was warm. He took the paci that was clipped to his overalls and stuffed it into his mouth. He tried to look where they were heading but since the stroller was back-facing, he couldn't see anything but Daddy. He cursed whoever bought this stupid stroller; 'it's suppose to be bonding for you two' my ass, Dick thought sarcastically.

Nevertheless, he was happily drooling on Zika's trunk when they pulled up to a place in a strip mall. Bruce grabbed the diaper bag and his gurgling son, and went inside. The tots eyes widened when he saw what was inside. Toys littered the room as toddlers and larger kids ran around it, jumping around and having fun. He spotted a playhouse in the corner, a reading nook, a big train set, a bunch of block houses that two kids were destroying with a large dinosaur, and emblazoned on the pale yellow wall was "Happy Fun Times Daycare". He shivered at the thought of being left here, surely his Daddy wouldn't do that to him, right?

"Shit, we are so late!" Bruce muttered as he closed the door. He hurriedly walked over to a sign in sheet that was at the reception desk and signed them in. He then went over to a room in the back and pushed open the door, revealing five moms and five babies doing baby yoga in a circle with a lady at the front instructing them.

"5..6...7...8... now I want you to breath as you lower your baby's abdomen to the ground gently. And hold this position." The blonde lady turned towards the pair in the doorway. "Hi! Ya'll must be the 'special circumstance' called in through the phone! Well then, I'm Amy!" She drawled out in a heavy Texas accent. Dick studied her, noticing her hair was slightly wavy and she wore gray trainers, black yoga pants and a loose blue tee-shirt. Her face was covered in freckles and she had slight wrinkles around her mouth and framing her blue eyes. Dick immediately felt weird about this women, she seemed a bit off. Bruce felt the change in his young ones behavior, and shifted him slightly so he could pat his back, hoping to ease the anxiety of entering a new place with unfamiliar people. He should've brought Babs, she would be able to calm him instantly. She's been a big help this past week with the outings to get Dick used to going out as a toddler. He's adjusted much more rapidly than he would've without her to act as a sort of 'big sister'.

The woman shifts her head, her ponytail following suit. "Ya'll just stay right there! We are almost finished and are 'bout to do circle time!" She bounced away, calling out more instructions to the mothers. They sat there awkwardly until it was time for circle time. Bruce sat them down next to a kind looking lady and her baby boy. She smiled slightly at them, although it looks forced. You can definitely tell that she isn't very comfortable with it.

"Alrighty!" The lady in the front claps her hands together, directing everyone to look at her. "Before we begin circle time, their is a special little boy that I am super duper excited to introduce. His name is Dick, he and his daddy will be playing with us today to see if they like our fun class." The moms all turned to look at the two, but their eyes were focused on Dick solely. He blushed from head to toe, uncertain to why they were staring at him, but not liking the attention from these strangers. He turned to his daddy, nuzzling his head in his shoulder for comfort. Bruce merely patted him on the back and tore Dick off of his shoulder and sat him back in front of him.

He rubbed his back to let him know that he was safe and started following along with the mothers, who's attention was back on their babies. Bruce started to sing in a gentle smooth voice, "The itsy bitsy spider, came up the waterspout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out. Up came the sun and dried up all all the rain and the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again." He mentally crossed his fingers that he calmed down, but Dick wasn't comfortable at all. He was starting to kick at the ground, a warning sign that thing were about to get very out of hand. He shot the group a apologetic smile and scooped up his son, quickly heading out the door and into the dadycare's main room. He strode out the main door and over to the stroller and plopped Dick down in it.

Dick knew he was mad. Bruce doesn't just storm out of a building like that unprovoked. He sucked on his pacifier to calm himself down as he thought of all the possible punishments for pulling what he just did today.


After what seemed like hours, they arrive at the manor. Bruce picked up Dick and carried him inside, unceremoniously plopping him into the playpen to watch some daytime cartoons. He ruffled the boy's hair gently and went off to his office to pour himself a much need drink. He sighed as he leaned back in his office chair, the seat slightly groaning in complaint. He spun the ice around in his whiskey before taking another swig.

Today didn't go as planned, to be honest he should've seen it coming. Dick wasn't an actual toddler; he finds he needs to remind himself of that daily. It's getting harder to think of Dick as a teenager, mostly because he only acts as a toddler nowadays, which was perfectly fine. Bruce just forgets that others don't see the cute toddler that he does, only a teenager dressed in oversized baby clothes, babbling away to himself.

They were all disturbed by it. Bruce saw their point of view, if he saw a teenaged boy acting as immature as Dick before, he would've assumed the boy had a mental disorder. They just didn't understand him. It was because they didn't know the hurt in Dick's haunted eyes, the horror of watching his parents die in front of him and the guilt that Bruce couldn't protect him from that; it all just sent Bruce into an overprotective frenzy. It just drove him up the wall to see people being so judgmental. They didn't know his story and what he had to go through, they haven't seen Dick in the midst of a panic attack or seen how much ageplay has helped Dick.

He sighed deeply as he poured himself another glass and looked out the window. It was dusk. He briefly wondered how many drinks he had that day, and looked down into his glass of whiskey, as if the bottom of it would hold all of the answers to parenthood that he so desprately needed. Oh well, he thought as he stood and stretched his back.

It was time to go prep for tonight's patrol, after all, Gotham won't protect itself. He stumbled out of the room, the ground giving way from underneath him, the walls spinning around him and the lights way too bright. He draped an arm across his face in an attempt to shield his eyes from the penetrating lights and nearly fell down the stairs. Not a moment later, he tripped over a rug and burst out into giggles that sounded like they were coming from a schoolgirl. Then he full on burst into uncontrollable laughter because he found that he couldn't remember why he was downstairs in the first place. His stomach growled. Maybe it was because I was hungry. He half limped his way over to the kitchen, hiccupping all the while.

Alfred was nowhere to be seen, but there was a fridge full of food and top notch appliances there just waiting to be used. He was perfectly capable of cooking his own damn food, wasn't he? And that how Alfred came back into the kitchen, having just cleaned it and the whole manor, to find the place in shambles and a exhausted Bruce passed out in a corner, nachos covering his body. He sighed; sometimes the man could be such a child.

He went over to shake him awake gently, noting the way he behaved. He was obviously very drunk. He stirred slightly at the touch, a wet spot growing rapidly on his jeans around his crotch area. Alfred sighed heavily, Bruce should really stop drinking away his feelings, although this is a surprising occurrence because Bruce hasn't had a drink in months. Ever since he regressed Dick, not one drop has graced his tongue. Except for today, it seems.

Here Bruce was sitting in his own mess; something really bad must've happened today to get his this depressed. Alfred pulled out his phone and speed-dialed Barbra, someone needed to patrol Gotham tonight. He was a little mad that he had to send Barbra out there alone; it was never a real good idea to send a ward that had only been recently trained out on patrol. He wished that Bruce had already got Jason, a new ward he had been eyeing this past month, but he merely put him into a children's correctional facility.


Jason spotted the coolest car he had ever seen possibly in his whole life. He and his mother had always survived off of his pilfering tires off random cars and selling them for a good price. But ever since his mom died and his dad got arrested, he had to learn to survive on his own.

He usually camped out in abandoned buildings, nesting there for several months before moving onto the next. He learned to avoid the CPS and cops, in order to not be sent to the god awful circle that was foster care. He learned to dig through the dumpsters of bakeries, as they throw away perfectly good food for the sake of selling the freshest bread or whatnot. Most importantly, he learned to endure Gotham's snowy winters; those were the months he hated the most. He usually burned the stolen tires for warmth instead of selling them, therefore he was rather hungry during the winter, yearning for some of the grilled cheese and hot tomato soup his mother always made for him on especially cold days like these.

Well, today was quite the snowy day and Jason gasped as he lightly touched the cold, polished metal surface of the Batmobile. He sighed slightly in awe before quickly setting to work, unaware of the dark figure perched on the roof, watching him. He took off the first tire and rolled it over to the building he was squatting in at the time. He ran back, hoping to get the other three before the owner came back, but he was a very unlucky boy and it seemed like his luck wasn't going to change anytime soon.

He was startled when a black figure appeared right next to him, seemingly coming out of thin air. "And what do you think you're going to do with that?" The dark figure pointed to the wrench cluched in his white knuckled hands. The color drained from his face, all these years avoiding the police, only to get caught by Batman? Not even thinking, he swung the wrench hard towards the Dark Knight, who easily caught the wrench mid swing and grabbed it away from the young boy.

Jason faltered at the sight of his wrench in Batman's hands. HIS wrench. Not one to admit defeat, he lunged himself at Batman, who easily caught him win his arms and turned towards the car, opening the back where the kept two seats for captured criminals and allies, placing Jason in one. He was unfazed by Jason's fighting nature and bad attitude, he dealt with much worse considering the type of temper tantrums Dick throws at home.

Jason just pouted in his seat as it rolled back into the car. He felt so helpless, like he couldn't even stand his own ground anymore. He growled completely annoyed at the situation he was in. Some low level thief he was. He had been pulling off this little stunt for years and never once got caught, but the one time he lets his guard down...he blames the car. It was too beautiful and distracting.

He heard the Batman attaching his wheel back to his car. He felt a little bad about taking the wheels of Batman's car. He after all kept Gotham safe from not only the big villains, but also the lower grade criminals and gangs that usually threatened him. But at the same time, it was the only way he knew how to make money, since he obviously was old enough to get an actual job yet...

He felt a slight rumble as the engine turned over. "Can we at least stop to get my things, Mr. Bat fuck or whatever you're called!" He practically shouted at the vigilante, eager to be shown even the slightest mercy and use it as a means of escape. "Already got your small bag. A kid like you shouldn't be out on the streets, Jason." Jason's head shot straight up in alarm.

"H-how the fuck do you know my name?!" Jason all but screamed, this must've been a setup, he should've known that Batmobile was placed in a convenient spot for him to nab the tires. He suspected Batman to have been spying on him, but how'd he know his name?!

"No more questions, we are almost there." Bruce calmly stated, not willing to give any information that could expose his plans for the boy.

"Almost there?! Where the fuck do you think you're taking me, you asshole! This is kidnapping! You'll be charged with kidnapping, I'll make sure to press charges!" The rest of the car ride went with Jason screaming profanities at Batman, while he simply ignored the yells. He sighed, thinking about how immature Jason was acting. Surely he was going to be a bad influence on Dick, who's innocent mind is easily manipulated. He needed time to chill out and maybe compose himself before assuming the role as Robin. He turned the car around from its current route to the Batcave back towards the city, planning on dropping the boy in a children's correctional facility. He obviously wasn't ready to be a big brother.


Alfred helped Bruce up and to his bathroom to clean up, before he guided him to the bed slowly. As soon as Bruce hit the pillow, he passed out. Alfred looked at his watch 12:31am. He had put Dick to bed hours ago, thank God he hadn't woke up with all the racket Bruce was making earlier. Seeing his Bruce in this state would've been damaging to the young boy who's eyes light up at the very sight of him. Seeing him like this would probably affect the way Dick looks at him with admiration and awe. He turned to go downstairs and clean the huge mess waiting patiently for his return.

Bruce groaned as he woke up. His head was pounding and his throat was over whelmingly dry. He went downstairs and quickly got some aspirin and water, guzzling them down quickly. He put his head in his hands, which was in intolerable pain, as he sat on the hard wooden chair. He put his head on the cooling surface if the glass table that resided in the breakfast nook in the kitchen. Bruce knew he was hungover, but didn't know why, he hadn't had a drink in months...last night came rushing back to him and his face turned pale.

His first thought was that he was a horrible father, if Alfred hadn't been there to care for Dick, he surely would've been suffering in the playpen all night. As he was beating himself up mentally for last night, he abandoned not only his darling son, but also Barbra. She was out taking care of Gotham, while he abandoned all his responsibilities in a drunken stupor. Last night he failed everyone he cared about, and for what? Just because the Mommy me class didn't go as expected. He has a serious problem if it bothered him to the point of drinking without restraint.

He put his head in between his knees in a futile attempt to rid himself from the intense headache ripping through his head. He had an important meeting with the current executive of WanyeTech. Not to mention he had plans on getting Jason out of the correctional facility today and start integrating him into their small family. He rubbed his temples; he'd just have to grin and bear it. He had too much things to do, considering he had been neglecting work all week to focus on taking Dick on his first few trips out into the city.

He stood from his chair slowly, heading back upstairs to shave and change clothes. He quickly shaved his slightly shadow of a beard and then did his hair, careful to put it into a professional, yet relaxed style. He walked over to the closet and selected a dark brown tweed jacket and tan suit pants. He also changed into a white, collered shirt and tucked it into his pants, looping a black belt into its place. He finally finished his look with tan dress socks and dark chestnut dress shoes. Satisfied with his look, he grabbed his leather briefcase and keys, heading out to the living room where Dick was watching Peppa Pig, a British show he had become slightly addicted to.

He walked over to the playpen and set down his things, Dick completely oblivious to his presence; it was becoming increasingly easy to catch Dick off-guard. He scooped up the boy suddenly and started attacking him with kisses, Dick squealing loudly with surprise, a joyful look plastered on his face. He bursted out into giggles, the kisses tickled.

"Hee-hee! Dadi!" Dick gurgled happily, Bruce's heart still fluttered at being called 'Daddy'. He smiled brightly at his son, but regretting the fact that he needed to leave him today, well into the night, in fact. He sighed sadly as he set Dickie down in his bouncer, he needed to work his legs out as much as he could; he cut off his training months ago and the only real exercise came from him crawling, being in his bouncer and having some tummy time.

He loved babying Dick, but secretly he was sort of worried about letting him become fully dependent on him. He makes him do small exercises to keep him safe and for his piece of mind. If he was to be kidnapped, his former training would kick in and he wants his body to stay ready just in case. After all, Dick was very hated in the criminal world and he would be sought after if any word about him being vulnerable leaked. Bruce knew this line of thought was irrational, Robin and Dick were two separate people, as was Batman and Bruce; he just couldn't shake the thought of Two-Face, Scarecrow or, worst of all, the Joker getting their hands on his little boy.

He patted the boy's fluffy black hair and turned towards the door quickly, hoping to avoid Dick questioning where he was going. He was in luck as the show quickly sucked the tot back into the world of animals and whatnot. He quickly went to the large garage that held a number of cars, although he headed towards the only one he seem to use. A silver Ferrari spider beeped loudly as Bruce unlocked it. He slid quickly into its drivers seat and threw his bag on top of the car seat in the passengers seat. He slid on a pair of aviators that really completed his look. He was aware he looked slightly like a womanizer in them, but it was really the look he was going for. He had a persona of a billionaire playboy philanthropist set up for Bruce Wayne, he really only broke 'character' unless he was around people he truly cared about. So, even though it made his skin crawl to be thought of that way, the glasses stayed on.

He pulled out of the garage, putting the roof of his car down as he drove down the long driveway from Wayne manor to the street. The drive was nice, the radio was lowly playing some junk pop, the breeze was perfect, and the drive wasn't too rushed. he had plenty of time to get where he need to be. He pulled into a slightly busy diner to eat breakfast and get his coffee fix. He sat down at the counter, told the waitress what he'd like.

He was relaxing, scrolling calmly through his phone, checking Facebook to see that the new picture he posted of Dick and him got well over 200 likes. He smiled softly at the scene of his little Dick building a sandcastle. He was horrible at it, but still had his signature smile. He was always such a happy boy...he held back a stray tear that threatened to spill. He shouldn't be so damn emotional, he always had suck control over his emotions. But lately, whenever he has to go into the office and leave his baby behind...he just hasn't had a tight grip on his emotions like he used ate his short stack and guzzled down his black coffee, asking for a refill and drinking that down before he got up and left, leaving the money he owed plus a generous tip on the counter. He hopped back into his car and lowered the hood again, which was up due to him being a security freak and also not very trusting. He wasn't sure if he didn't trust people because he was a security freak, or if he was a security freak because he didn't trust people.


He had a pretty good day at the office, his meeting went over well and pretty fast, considering all the various topics that they had to cover. It was around lunch time when they wrapped it up. Bruce decided to get some fast food rather than get food provided by his office. He didn't know why, but he was really craving a big mac. He drove the long route to a McDonald's on the west side of town. He was actually going to check on Jason, the McDonald's was just an excuse to leave the office. He was nervous about Jason adjusting to the new surroundings, since it seemed that he'd been a street kid for a good portion of his life. He pulled up next to the fenced in track, big mac in hand. He ate slowly while he watched for Jason, he knew the schedule for Jason since he checked him in, it should be around gym time. Not five minutes from when Bruce parked, Jason along with fifteen other rowdy boys came out with him. They were all goofing around and screaming profanities at one another, laughing all the while. Jason just quietly walked behind them, looking as if he was trying to all headed to a muscular, dirty blonde lady in track clothes.

"Alright you little wimps! How about you give me 20 laps 'round the track, after then we will start on today's game of flag football!" Her voice bellowed out, making everyone shrink a bit in fright. The boys slowly started to run the track, Jason slowly behind them. After they ran their intense circuit, everyone looked completely exhausted. Bruce was worried, if this was how they treated gym class, then what the hell is going on in the actual institution? "Alright you fucking pansies! If you can't handle running twenty laps, let's see how you handle five more!" She screamed at the slowest three. Bruce watched, a little heated, as Jason ran another five laps, while the other kids enjoyed a violent game of flag football. He hated the fact that these troubled, violent group of boys were playing contact sports. He expected a more therapeutic approach, not whatever the hell this was. He texted Babs to meet him at the manor, he might need her there tonight for extra support. He closed his eyes and calmed himself before he did something irrational. He didn't want to go all Batman on them as Bruce Wayne in the middle of the day. No violence.

Once he was calm, he opened his eyes back up and was horrified to see the boys gathered around Jason each taking turns punching and kicking the boy. Jason was curled up in a fetal position, his hand covering his head. He screamed in agony and the gym teacher did nothing but watch. Bruce growled, livid. He slammed open his door, and stormed into the small visitors building. "Hello sir. If I could just have you sign in he-" Bruce slammed his hand down on the little counter separating the reception desk and the waiting room. "I need to pull out Jason Todd! Right now!" He emphasize the 'right now' with two loud slams of his palm. He wasn't messing around. "Sir. Banging on the counter won't help anything. I'd be happy to tell you where to direct your complaint to and to pull out your son." She calmly stated, unfazed by his fury.

"Thanks." He grumbled as he was pointed to a small office at the end of a short corridor. He composed himself slightly before opening the door, revealing a shoddy office with files everywhere. A short, stubby man was asleep on the chair behind the desk, snoring loudly. Bruce cleared his throat to get his attention. All that earned was a sniffle and a scratch to his scraggly mustache. Bruce stomped over to the desk, what little composure he gained a minute ago completely evaporated. He slammed both fists onto the grimy plastic desk, startling the older man awake.

"Argh! O-oh! Hi, how may I help yo..." He starts cheerfully until he see Bruce's face.

"I'd like to make a complaint." Bruce growled out, looking like he was ready to not only take down this man, but possibly the whole school to get what he wanted. It was a mistake to even bring him here, I should've known. "Ah! Yes! Let me get some official documents for this." He reached down below the desk, his tight pants way too low on his backside. Bruce turned away in disgust as the man found what he was looking for and came back up.

"I would like to take Jason Todd out." He simply states, not even waiting for the man to ask his questions.

"Very well, let me get the paperwork for that, it's in another room. I'll be right back Mr... umm what's your name?"

"Bruce Wayne."

"Alright, Mr. Wayne. I'll be back in a jiffy." He turned out the door letting it slam behind him. Bruce looks around the room, waiting for his return, when he sees some files that are a little familiar. He looks up at the door, and quickly goes and grabs the file, quickly opening it. He is horrified as he skims through the files; these all related to the mafia on Founder's Island he's been trying to bust for the pass two weeks! His eyes go wide as he read information on training for certain aspect of the mafia...he connects the two together quickly, his detective mind accelerating the process. This school is a training ground for future criminals!

And that's where we will leave off folks! I need to split this into two separate chapters, because it was way too long and it's still really long even split. So next chapter will be Jason officially added to the BatFam I am soooo excited! I love everyone of the Batman universe that's been included so far, I just really am excited to write more and put my own little twist on them. Plus, Jason's devil-may-care attitude contrasts Dick's so perfectly; I'm just excited to write someone rebelling lol.

Also, if it's highly demanded, I may do a separate chapter of Dick at the beach, if it's not I may just do it anyways. Let me know how I'm doing, your reviews mean the world to me, they really do. My heart flutters every time someone comments saying what they like and their opinions on my work. Bye bye and until next time my duckies!