AN) Hey! Okay, funny story time! I'm in band, and we had band camp for 6th, 7th and 8th graders. We were assigned four kids to work with, ad mine were trouble makers—they didn't listen to me. "You're not my mom, I don't have to listen to you." One told me. "Child, I am your mother now." Was my reply. They called me 'Mom' for the rest of the week. Also, my brother now sings Hamilton with me in the car and my mom's downloading the soundtrack. I'm infecting my family.
He stood before them, facing toward his home. It had been a surprise for all of them to be invited. Robin usually kept to himself about his past and family—something he had learned from Batman, Beast Boy was the only one who knew about their leader personally. But Robin decided to let them into his world, into the world of Dick Grayson-Jordan.
Dick smiled, it had been months since he had been home. It felt good to be in the neighborhood again. To see Mom and Dad and Christi.
"This is my place." He motioned for his friends to follow him. "I've grown up here, may not be much but its home."
He slid his hand into a pocket, pulling out the key. Swinging the door open he started inside. A huge, black German Shepheard flung itself into Dick—sending him flying into his teammates. The dog stood on Dick's chest—licking his face like crazy.
"Ace!" He choked out, trying to shove the monster of a pet off him. "Ace…gerroff ya lug." A loud bark echoed from the house, a second dog—this one a whit and black Husky—raced down the entryway the best it could on the three legs supporting it. "Cowboy, no!"
Star giggled as the dogs welcomed the boy lively. Cy was smirking, Raven almost indifferent. Gar was trying to get the dogs off his laughing teammate.
"Boys…" A voice sighed. A tall woman with glossy dark brown hair stood in the doorway. Her hair was pulled into a braid, falling over her shoulder. She dressed comfortably, wearing a baggy sweatshirt and capris. Her olive green brown eyes sparkled with mirth. She whistled, the two dogs perking up at her signal. Snapping twice, they retreated into the house—looking back at Dick was he accepted the hand offered to him by Vic.
"They were happy to see you." The teen joked.
"Usually are, the goofballs." Robin shook his head, turning his attention to the woman. She smiled, holding her arms up for a hug. "Hey Mom."
He stepped into her embrace, the woman kissing his forehead. "Hey to you to." She held Dick an arm's length away. "Look at you, you haven't grown an inch—shorty."
"Mooom, stop." He whined, his mother laughing. She smiled at the Titans.
"Hello, obviously I'm Dick's mom. Carol Jordan, I've heard so much about you." Her gaze fell on Star—a thin smile working over her lips. "Especially you sweetheart."
"MOM." He blushed, Carol laughing. "Where's Christi?" He hurriedly tried to change the subject. "Christi?" He called into the house.
"Come on in." Carol motioned to the teen's Dick had rudely left on the front porch, except Garfield—who had strolled in like he was coming home himself.
There was a loud thump come down the stairs. A little girl with hair like Carol's pulled into messy pigtails and the softest brown eyes in the world looking through the railing. She wore rainbow colored tights, a bright blue tutu around her waist. Her tank top was an insanely neon pink color. Her smile was wide, one of her front teeth was missing. She tore down the stairs, squealing.
"Dick!" She threw herself into his arms, the teenager swinging her around in the air. Star cooed slightly. Christi giggled, clapping as her brother pulled a little box out of his pocket. "What's dat?" She slurred.
"A gift for my princess." He said smoothly, opening it to revel a little silver chain. A bright red bird hanging off of it. He slipped it over her hair, letting her chubby fingers play with the little robin. "How do you like it princess?"
"Pewfect!" She cheered, planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek.
"Great. Christi, these are my friends. That's Cy—"He turned her to his team, her eyes widening in confusion. He pointed at Cy, the teen waving at the little girl. "And Raven, and Star."
"Hello dearest child!" Star hovered over to the little girl. "You are the cutest of the cute!" She gushed, playing with the child's pigtails gently. Christi beamed brightly.
"Princess!" She pointed at Star. "Hewmione!" She jabbed at Raven. Dick threw back his head in laughter. "Twansfowmer!" She shouted at Cyborg. They all seemed to enjoy the nicknames she gave them.
"I tell her stories, she likes the names." Dick shrugged. "What's Garfield's name?"
"Fat Cat!" She cheered. Beast Boy rolling his eyes.
"Sure Christi, sure."
Carol was watching for another room, she smirked, turning she called over her shoulder.
"Help your friends settle in Dick, Dad's out getting take out so he'll be home soon."
"Sure thing Mom." He shouted. "Follow me, Rae—you and Star have the guest room for tonight." He explained as they climbed the stairs. "We'll have to share a room, sorry dudes."
"All cool man." Victor looked around. It was a nice place, ordinary. Strange to think that Robin, was also a kid who had a huge poster of the Golden State Warriors on his bedroom wall.
His room was a messy. Posters from movies, sports teams, and handmade ones littered his walls. Books spilled over the shelves, Legos were scattered around the room. And impressive model of the Death Star was displayed on a shelf. Beast Boy flopped down on the unmade bed—Victor knew Gar had been here before. Dick didn't introduce him to Christi and Gar just looked like he was at home.
There were twin mattresses on the floor, already inflated and decked in sheets and pillows. Dick sat his sister down on his desk chair, the little girl staring at Cy. It was a little unnerving. She seemed to be focused on his arm.
"Do you wanna touch it?" He asked, Christi smiling sweetly as she nodded. He pulled up the sleeve on the hoodie he was wearing, displaying all of his robotic arm. The small hands grazed over its surface.
"Bucky arm." Her eyes darted over to her brother. Dick smiled slightly.
"I guess your right Christi." She let her hand drop to her side, then began fiddling with her new necklace. "She kind of inherited my Marvel obsession."
There were still remnants of it. A whole bookcase was filled with comics and movies. Dick had entire seasons of TV shows. A large poster advertised for Age of Ultron. He had a cosplay version of Bucky's mask displayed on his desk, the rest of the costume in his closet. He and Wally had went one year. His bedspread was covered in arc reactors, his sheets decorated with comic pages.
"Dude, your walkie-talkie's going off." Gar chucked the device at his friend. Dick held it to his ear. Smirking at whoever was speaking to him.
"I'll see you tomorrow." He promised. "Oh yeah, Austin? Fight me!" He shouted, turning the device off.
"I like that dude." Gar sat up. Christie climbing into his lap like a kitten. "Hey sweetie."
"What'd you think?" Robin asked, leaning against the wall. He hoped his friends like his house, his mom, his sister—they were his everything. His family had pulled him from the darkest of times, his team had too—they had to mesh together.
"Pretty nice. Your mom's great."
"I know, I can't wait for you to meet Dad. Christi, why don't you go get the girls?"
"But I don't wanna." She whined.
"If you do, and go to your playroom—I'll take you roller skating." The girl was gone in a flash. "She doesn't get it when I talk about…stuff…ya know?"
Victor nodded. He wanted to get serious, explain more of his world and past to them. Raven looked skeptical as she took Christi's old seat at the desk. Star smiled brightly as she looked into Ro—no, Dick's room.
"My parents mean a lot to mean. My dad was the one who rescued me from…Slade. He protected me like crazy. Never left my side. He was the one who calmed me down when I had a nightmare. I respected him like mad. He reminded me a lot of my tati." Robin picked up a picture frame from the dresser beside him, smiling at the photograph. "I always wanted someone to love me, I wanted anyone to love me—and he did most of all."
They could sense the pain in his voice, his blue eyes flashed with hurt—but he shook it from his mind. "Hal decided to adopt me, he and Carol were going to get married and adopt me. It was the happiest moment of my life. My parents were dead. I didn't have a family, but they wanted to make one with me. I'll never forget the day the papers were singed. It was Halloween. I went with the team." Beast Boy growled slightly.
"La'gaan—"
"Just the founding members." Dick assured him. "We went as the Avengers. I was Cap, Wally was Tony. Arty went as Hawkeye and Meg was Black Widow. Connor was the best Hulk, Kaldur wanted to be Nick Fury, and Roy agreed to be Thor. Hal showed up in a suit. He was Phil Coulson, because he was 'Cap's' biggest fan."
Dick passed the frame to Rave, letting her take in the scene. "He had trading card for me to sign, and I did. Before we left to go trick-or-treating he shouted 'Wait! I have one more!' and he pulled out adoption forms. They were singed by the judge, him, Carol and just needed my signature." A tear leaked out his eyes. "I was officially Dick Jordan when I went trick-or-treating for the first time in years."
Star looked at the masked Robin, his blue eyes sparkling as he was held by a man in a suit. A gaggle of teens pressed around them, adorned in brightly colored clothes. His eyes looked truly happy.
"I am so happy you received a family." She beamed at him, a red glow burning up his cheeks. "And am glad you were able to partake in the night of candy and costumes."
"Thanks Star. My family is my everything, and so are you guys."
"You're making me blush, stop it you." BB swatted Robin's arm playfully.
Breakline
The sun was setting, though it was still basking the streets in a soft warmth. Robin led the way, claiming he still had to introduce them to people.
They had ate with the Jordan's, meeting Dick's adoptive father—Hal. It was cool, to meet a member of the Justice League. Hal was insanely cool, Victor thought. The man had a youthful look about him, he wore a band t-shirt, his brown jacket decorated with flying pins—each one of them held a cool story. They ate the take-out loudly, Gar eating the salad and grilled cheese Mrs. Jordan made for him.
It was strange as Dick had been forced into a headlock, his dad rumpling his hair painfully. The two pushed at each other, throwing weak punches as Ace and Cowboy danced at their feet—trying to jump and get the food in Hal's arms.
BB seemed a little sullen, his eyes didn't hold their usually mirth as he walked along—his face seemed lightly pale. But maybe that was because he was wearing pale make-up to hide his green skin.
Victor felt what little blood he had left freeze as he saw were Dick was taking them. Rows and rows of marble other stone stood out against the sparse grass. Bright bunches of flowers lay at the stone bases. Some flags stuck out of the ground. Picture frames and stuffed animals adorned a few. Some statues toward above the stones. Suddenly, the daisies in Robin's hand made sense.
"Friend Robin, why are we here?" Starfire asked softly, she knew that the fallen were buried in grounds like these. Robin turned in-between two graves—the matched.
He smiled thinly, turning to them. "This is my Tati." He dropped a flower and the base of John Grayson's grave. "And my Mami." The second flower fell at the foot of Mary Grayson's final resting place. The tears were storming out of his eyes, even though his face bore a smile.
They had met all his family.
AN) I hope you enjoyed! Please review! Bella, Hammie keeps asking for an update—please do so he and Spot will stop fighting? Peace people! Violet out.