This school is a training ground for future criminals!

"Tsk tsk, Mr. Wayne. I thought a man of your intelligence would know to stay out of other people's business." The short man chucked as he strode into the doorway. "Guess, I was wrong about you. Boys, get him." Two men step from around the corner, they clearly had been expecting him to go without a fight as he didn't see anymore orderlies around for backup. He quickly punched the bigger guy in the stomach, maneuvering his body around so he could dodge the other's punch. The he took out the first one, who was gasping for air, by kicking his legs out from underneath him, sending him flying into the second guy, therefore pinning him to the ground.

Bruce looked around, nobody was in the hall. The man must have ran off while he was taking out the orderlies. I need to get Jason the hell out of here! Bruce thought as he sprinted down the hall, hoping to find the entrance to the institution. He rounded a corner, and came face to face with three guards with assault rifles. He took shelter behind the wall quickly, his instincts taking over, and thought about what he could do. They security guards shot rapidly, making a dash for it would be suicide. He was totally in over his head as Bruce Wayne, and didn't really stand a chance against the three armed men. He fortunately just got out of a security meeting...

He reached into his pocket, suddenly remembering the experimental technology they were discussing this morning. It was a small compact device, about the size of a key fob, and carbonator black. Their was a small red button on the top that was suppose to set of the alarm of whatever office or house your at, thus alerting authorities to an intruder. But Bruce wasn't thinking of that feature, he had his mind set of one of the other handy buttons. He quickly pointed it at the first guards gun and clicked a sliver button on the side.

The guys gun stopped working almost instantly, the man frowned looking down, and started shaking the useless weapon. Bruce, glad it work, quickly pointed it at the next guards gun. "Hey..." The second guard muttered as he shook his gun, "somethings wrong with mine too guys! This is getting weird!" The guards got nervous, they were told over the radio that they needed to stop a man in a suit coming down the west hall. They were supposed to be fighting a regular man, but it seemed as if they were fighting Batman!

Bruce quickly aimed at the third guys weapon and the gunfire immediately ceased, leaving the hallway silent. The men were terrified, this man had taken out all of their guns without even touching them, let alone they hadn't seen the guy since he first ran out into the corridor. Bruce smiled down at the small device in his hand; he'll be adding that to his utility belt when he gets home.

He silently crept to the other end of the hallway, the men in the adjacent hallway, too busy looking all around them to notice him sneaking across them. Bruce decided it was for the best to leave them be, since in reality the effect the device had on the guns only lasted 30 seconds, and went through the doorway that lead into the institution. He snuck along the halls, wailing of children coming from a nearby room that had Detention Hall written on a label next to it. He ignored the room quickly sprinting down the hallway, ducking into a restroom to quickly change, then following the path to the field, marked by the signs on the walls.


Jason hated gym, he stood there sulking as the gym teacher barked out the rules of field hockey. He was silently fuming at himself for being the last to finish laps, he missed the entire game of flag football and was public beaten because of it. He sighed, slouching a bit and looking up at the clouds, wishing he could fly away from here instead of being forced to play this idiotic game. Well, although the way this place was run was horrible, it was truly better than living off the streets.

He put on his helmet and prepared to play goalie, when he heard the doors to the school slam open. He saw the principal of the school running out screaming about how a parent went psycho and they need to evacuate immediately. Seconds after he sees a dark figure running up behind him; Batman! He stood there shocked as the Bat tackled the short man to the ground and knocked him out quickly. He shrugged and then sat down, taking the opportunity to rest, and started plucking at the grass casually. Suddenly, the ground disappeared from underneath him and his head shot up, his body stiffening as he saw he ground get very far from his feet. He gasped slightly and started to struggle against the force tugging him through the air. He felt slightly sick and very panicky as he started hyperventilating. He world around him started to blur and soon he saw black.

Cold. All Jason felt was immense cold radiating throughout his body. He was so cold that he could barely wiggle his toes. He didn't bother opening his eyes; what did it matter? He was done for, he survived this long and finally what takes him out is a snowstorm. He considered all possibilities and freezing to death was the lamest option. He couldn't believe he was going to go out like this.

He felt something tucked around him snugly, it was super soft from what he could feel and he breathed in hints of lavender, it reminded him of his mother. He whimpered slightly, snuffling away slight tears. He heard muffled voices that sounded like the were on the other side of a wall. Had he been kidnapped? His eyes shot open at the thought. Jason looked around, his head fuzzy and mouth numb, to see an opulent living room. He saw an white stone fireplace, with a raging fire inside, there was christmas decorations everywhere including a huge christmas tree sitting on the dark wood floor that nicely contrasted with the light beige walls and white furniture into the room. Whoever lived here was completely rich! He got slightly excited at the prospects for looting the place, when he was reminded of his situation when loud noises emanated from the room across the foyer. He frowned slightly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

When the feeling returned to his body, he sat up, slightly bouncing in his seat. He could never sit still when he was nervous. Jason pondered briefly at leaving the huge living room, but felt he should wait for whatever was coming. He was also slightly optimistic that whoever captured him would take pity on him and was very generous, but he'd never admit that, not even to himself. He slightly jumped when he felt a small pat on his head and a man came around from the back of the couch.

"Awake, hmm?" He playfully spoke, setting a tray in his hands down on the table. Jason looked up at the man's face and to his surprise, it was Bruce Wayne. He saw his chances for mercy skyrocket tenfold, although he was still wary. How'd he even end up here, last he knew he was flying through Gotham, pinned in somebody's- probably Batman's- arms. Bruce handed him the steaming mug, he looked into it and saw it was hot chocolate. He hadn't had that in forever. Jason narrowed his eyes and turned his head away. He wasn't going to chance getting slipped a roofie or something. He gripped tighten on the mug as Bruce spoke again.

"Jason, I didn't want to see you on the streets..." Bruce sighed as he rubbed his temples. What? That doesn't make sense. How does he know my name? How does he know anything about me! Jason curled up in slight panic as Bruce went on quickly, sensing Jason's retreat. "So, I saved you and took you to that...horrible place. They were training you to become a soldier for their cause, they wanted you to become part of the militia. I couldn't bare to let you become a criminal. So I...broke you out of there as well..." He trailed off, rubbing his neck nervously.

So that's how I ended up here. But...did he say HE broke me out and sent me there. Batman did that though. *Gasp* Is Batman working for Bruce Wayne?! That would make sense, he definitely could be in it for the money...but that doesn't make sense, why would Bruce Wayne take interest in me? Batman must've told him about me. He must've because my other thought is impossible, unless it's not. What if...Is Bruce Wayne... Batman?!

He gasped in awe as he was lead around the Batcave. It was everything he dreamed it would be, he was incredibly tempted to steal everything he saw. He kept his hands to himself, though, at least for now.

"Now Jason. Do you know why I've brought you here?" Jason shook his head slighty, not really having any clue as to what he could be here for. Bruce sat down on some random boxes and sighed heavily. "I brought you here because I need a new Robin. Someone who I can count on to be there whenever I need him. You, Jason, are the only boy I see fit to fill that position."

"So...you want me to be your sidekick?" Jason asked slightly pouting, yes he was grateful that Batman wanted to take him in, but he'd have to work to earn his keep. So much for generous billionaires.

"No, Jason, I want you to be my partner. We are equals, fighting crime together for the sake of Gotham. We work together on this." Bruce could tell that Jason wasn't exactly sold on the whole idea of becoming Robin. He was uncomfortable and Bruce was willing to give him the time he needs to decide. Meanwhile, Alfred had set up the guest room in order to accommodate Jason.

"I'll give you time to think about it. Until you decide, you can stay here as my ward." Jason lit up, Bruce was offering him a place to stay even though he hadn't said he would become Robin. He legitimately cared about him. He was grateful, but he would never let Bruce know that.

Not letting the tough guy act down for even a moment, Jason begrudgingly agreed to be Robin. Bruce was shocked to hear the answer so quickly. He thought that Jason would need at least a week until he was ready to call it. He was thankful that it was over quickly, this gave him enough time to immerse Jason into the Bat family before Christmas. For some reason, the week between Christmas and New Years was always hectic in Gotham.


Barbra was getting quite worried. She sat anxiously in the kitchen, feeding Dick some cheerios while he babbled and played with his red truck contentedly. She kept glancing in the direction of the library, waiting for the boy's to come out of the Batcave and join the rest of them, but they've been down there for an hour.

"Have a little faith in Jason, Miss Gordon. He'll come around to being Robin, you'll see." Barbra smiled at the reassurance, but that wasn't what she was particularly worried about. If Jason were to become Robin, that means he would have to live here...what would he think of Dick? Would he accept him? Would he care? I really hope he's the big brother Dick deserves...

Barbra came here as soon as Bruce notified her that he was breaking Jason out of the institution. She acted like it was to support Jason in this transition, but she was here just to protect Richard. She didn't even know Jason, why was Bruce expecting her to be there for someone she hadn't even met, let alone trust him. She sighed lightly as she spooned more cheerios into Dick's awaiting mouth. She just wished they would hurry.

Jason climbed the last few steps and he was back in the sunlight. He shielded his eyes slightly, not liking how it burned his retinas. He followed Bruce out into the kitchen and looked around, smelling a roast. He did a double take when his eyes met a young child's, whom was sitting in a highchair being fed. Wait...that wasn't a small child! That kid looked older than him! His eyes widened at the sight and he turned to look up at Bruce, who just kept talking to him about the rules as if nothing was wrong. "And absoutely no caffeine after 7pm." Jason ignored him and slowly crept towards this strange kid, who giggled and held his arms towards Jason.

He tentatively put his hand in Dick's outstretched one and looked at his big blue eyes and couldn't see anything that conveyed a clear thought in them, yet they looked so attentive and bright. Needless to say, Jason was completely confused. Why would he need to be treated like this? He sat down at the table to contemplate this, unaware of everyone exchanging looks. They wanted Jason to come to accept this himself, and they didn't plan on explaining themselves. "Are you hungry, Master Jason?" Alfred bustled over and set a plate with chicken nuggets and fries on the table in front of him. Jason's eyes widened as he realized he hadn't had a meal like this since his mom died and gratefully tucked into his meal. It reminded him of when he was younger, mostly because the nuggets were dinosaur shaped. Barbra looked fondly at Jason as she finished feeding Dick, knowing that he will be a perfect addition to their small family. She turned and gave Bruce a hug and ruffled the boys hair, Dick giggled and Jason glared at her. She called out a goodbye to Alfred, who walked her over to the door.

Jason sat there eating his dinner quickly, gulping down his grape juice so fast that some of it dribbled down his chin. He sat there while Bruce finished his dinner and swung his feet, which were several inches above the ground. He always was a short kid growing up and puberty hadn't quite hit him yet. He silently wondered what will happen when the big toddler over there hits puberty. "So..." he timidly said, not sure of his place yet, "why isn't Alfred eating with us?"

"He prefers eating alone." Bruce stated. Jason looked around and noticed Alfred taking the baby out of his highchair. "So, what's the kids name?" "Richard, but you can call him Dick." Jason paused for a while as he looked around the room nervously. Was Bruce gonna adopt him? He had slight hope, so far he had given him everything he wanted, but Jason wasn't sure if he was ready to start over with another family. He wasn't sure if he was quite welcome yet. He watched as Alfred warmed a bottle and gave it to an excited Dick, petting his hair gently as he walked out of the kitchen. "Is he disabled?" Jason asked flatly as soon as the two were out of sight.

"No." What? He wanted to be treated like that?! Jason couldn't even imagine how messed up someone has to be to agree to...that. He shrugged it off, it was Dick's life. He gave zeros shits about what he did. He slowly got up and stretched, taking his dirty plate and glass to the sink. Later that night, he laid in his bed, thinking about his future. He was super excited to become Robin, the famous boy wonder! He closes his eyes, eager to ring in the light of tomorrow.


So I have finished getting Jason out from his prison outside of the main storyline. I'm so excited so him to join. I do have a quite serious question in terms of plot though. Should I age down Jason as well or keep him his age? I'm good either way. Also, do you want Jason to be like a brother to Dick or a dick to him? As I earlier stated I can see this going anyway, so please let me know what ya'll think! Till next time, my Duckies!