Hey everybody! It's SuperSwimmerNerdo, and I brought gifts! It's another chapter ! Yay yay yay! Just warning you, I'm going to put some seemingly strange things in this chapter, Richard has little brothers! Just go with it, it's cute. Also, I'm going to try a scene, if you think it is too graphic for this rated story, I will delete the chapter and redo it, so tell me!

Also by me: X-Men: Evolution- Exit Wounds: Lance and Kitty

And the record keeps playing

The same old song

The hipsters been muggin' on me all night long

They say

Keep your hands off my girl

Keep your hands off my girl

Keep Your Hands off my Girl by Good Charlotte

BlackHawk's/Rachael's POV

Richard, now as Robin, and I walked into the briefing room already inhabited by the rest of the team and a very stoic looking Batman. Megan walked in behind us and hurried to Connor's side, whispering excitedly into his ear. Robin didn't even try to hide our entwined hands from the rest of the team's overly interested stares.

Batman cleared his throat, retaining our attention, ever so slightly.

"As we are all aware, a group of Shadows will be coming to retrieve BlackHawk. The amount of destruction this group will cause could prove catastrophic should they be successful." He paused for effect, "You must stop them from taking BlackHawk back to Ra's Al Ghul."

We all nodded, and I felt a little ridiculous, all my life I just ran from the Shadows, but I don't want to run anymore.

Batman gave us orders to remain on alert for sightings of the group, and to respond immediately. He left and Kalder announced that he would monitor the media, and the rest of us could lounge about, relieving each other periodically.

As he pulled up a chair, Connor and Megan went to the kitchen, Wally and Artemis went to the T.V. room, and Robin led me to a more secluded room, almost identical to the T.V. room, but a little smaller.

We sat on the couch and turned on the T.V., agreeing on the Gotham News. I snuggled next to Robin hesitantly, and he put his arm around me, wary of my reaction, until I learned more onto him. He smiled and tightened his grip.

We watched the news in silence for a few minutes, and Robin decided it was safe to become Richard again. He grinned down on me, his blue eyes shining down on me. He leaned down, closing his eyes, and I did the same, our lips were inches apart when a shrill ringing broke out, causing us both to jump.

Richard checked his phone, and groaned. He unlocked it and started typing furiously. I restrained myself until he was done, then asked curiously,

"Who was that?"

He sighed, "My brother, Jason. He's freaking out because Bruce isn't back yet, which is normal, but Alfred went grocery shopping and left him in charge, and Damian's crying,"

My eyes widened in surprise, "I didn't know you had brothers,"

Richard chuckled and pulled out his phone again, "The internet doesn't say everything,"

I blushed, most of what I knew of him, Taylor found on her computer.

He handed me the phone, and I looked at the picture adorning it.

"This is Jason, he's eleven. Bruce adopted him three years ago, and he's a pain in the tookus. But he's my brother, so, whatever,"

The picture was of a boy with black shaggy hair and bright blue eyes, the picture was taken when he was apparently shouting, his fists were clenched at his sides. I flipped to the next picture and the same boy was smiling evilly, his face, hands, arms, and clothes all muddy as he stretched out his arms for a hug.

I smiled and changed pictures, this one was of a smaller boy with dark locks and deep blue eyes. He was looking up at the camera very seriously, as if expecting the camera holder to give him orders.

"This is TIm, he's eight. He was adopted about eight months after Jason. He tells Bruce everything we do, good or bad. Once he tattled that Jason called him a tattle-tale. We can't get away with anything with that kid, but he's loyal and determined to live up to the Bat-Family rep, so it's hard to be mad at him,"

The next picture showed Tim as well, dressed in Batman pajamas, laughing at something RIchard was doing on the other side of the camera. It was adorable.

I switched pictures again, and this time was greeted by the cutest kid I have ever seen. The child was dressed in white and black footies, wrapped in a green blankie. His huge blue eyes were staring at the camera, sharp with curiosity. His black hair was sticking up at every point, looking slightly damp, as if he had recently taken a bath.

"And this is Damian, Bruce's only biological son, he's three" Richard's voice softened, "His mother left him with Bruce two years ago, and hasn't contacted us since. I hope she never does."

I flipped pictures again, this one of Damian playing with a black cat and two Great Danes.

"The cat he named Alfred, and the dogs are Titus and Ace," RIchard changed the picture again, this one of Ace sleeping with Titus's head resting on his shoulders, Damian's head on his belly, and Alfred the Cat sleeping in the toddlers grip. I smiled at the adorable sight and switched pictures.

This one was of all the boys. Richard and Jason stood side-by-side, Damian in RIchard's arms, TIm standing in front of Jason, whose hands were resting on the small boys shoulders. They were all smiling, wearing formal suits with a "Wayne Foundation Charity Ball" button on their lapels.

"Alfred insisted on taking this picture,"

I looked him in the eyes. "It's cute. You look very handsome."

He smiled back as I handed him his phone. He leaned forward, and this time, our lip touched, with no interruption. Our lips parted and the kiss deepened. He put a hand on my waist and a hand on my back, gently pushing me onto his lap, not that I was resisting much.

His tongue traced my bottom lip, and I felt like I was high. I sighed into his mouth, making him chuckle lowly. And there is no feeling like someone elses laughter in your mouth. He continued tracing my lip, and I finally bit his lip to get him to stop teasing. He growled in response and rolled us so I was beneath him on the couch, and his lips were crushed back onto mine.

I wove my fingers through his hair, reveling in how soft it was. One of RIchard's hands kept him from falling on me, the other roamed across my face, my legs, my arms, making my heart race.

I moved my hands from his hair to his shoulder, flipping us so I was on top, straddling his waist, my hands exploring his chest. I massaged his pecs, marveling at how toned he was, as if his muscles were carved by angels. Richard's hands rested on my waist, pulling me closer.

We sat there moments longer, kissing, when...

"WHOA!"

I sat up to see a blur of yellow and red as Wally ran through the room. I scampered off of RIchard as he grabbed his sunglasses, both of us staggering off of the couch.

Wally stopped in front of us, "Dude, really? Can you do that in a non-public room?"

Robin glared back, "You're one to talk. When you and Artemis first got together, Connor couldn't pull you apart,"

"Well then I apologize, 'cuz that was awkward."

I cleared my throat, "So what do you need?"

Wally kept glancing suspiciously between the two of us, as if we were going to start making out in front of him.

"Kalder says he got a hit."

My heart raced, and not in the good way it was minutes earlier. We got a hit. Arrick's in America, he's actually coming for me. Am I ready to look him in the eyes after our last encounter?

Flashback-Two Years Ago

I glanced around me, making sure I wasn't being followed. I couldn't be caught.

I ran quietly across the court, and was about forty feet away from the ten-foot wall. I just need to get over this wall, and I'm home free. I can get to America, I can be free.

"Rachael?"

Crap.

I turned slowly to face Arrick, my best friend, my brother, my enemy.

"Hey Arrick, what's up?" I called nonchalantly.

"What are you doing with that bag?" He asked, ignoring my question. Not that it was much of a question.

"You could come with me," He knows what I'm doing, he would just rather I didn't. "We could go to America, find your parents. We could-"

"No!"

I looked at Arrick wearily.

"I don't want to find my parents, my family," He spat the word out like cold coffee. "The Shadows are my family!" I expected this, Arrick was picked up a four years old, lost, believing his parents left him.

"The Shadows are your family too, you've been with us since you were five!"

"Well Grandpa Ra's killed my mother! That is not family, that is not right! I will never forget that, the Shadows are evil! Ra's al Ghul means 'The Demon's Head' for a reason!"

Arrick looked down, then back up at me. "So you won't stay?"

"No."

"Then I'll make you."

Arrick ran at me, fists clenched, as if he expected to simply snatch me and take me to my room.

His mistake.

I jumped up, flipping backwards, kicking him in the face. I landed light on my feet, running up and kicking his gut. He doubled over and I slammed his head with my elbow. He fell to the ground, and I crouched next to him.

"I wish you would come with,"

I grabbed his head by his hair, and slammed it to the ground. When he wakes up, he's gonna have a nasty headache.

I clambered up the wall, and disappeared.

Now

I don't know if I can do this. Kalder said we lure him to Bibbo's cafe, in civilian clothes. I don't know. I just don't know.

DONE! Yay! again, tell me is too graphic! GTG!