AN) I is back! Again! Third time this week. Can anyone remind me how to fall asleep again? My Spanish teacher says I should pray for every person I know…. Well hope you guys like being prayed for.

"Do you like the art?" Dick's head snapped towards Nightwing, the young man standing next to the boy's bed—examining the hero decals there.

"Y-Yes Sir."

"I just wish I had more time, this isn't my best work."

Nightwing made these? He was the one who had painstakingly traced and painted these reminders of love on his walls? Dick gapped slightly, the other visitors snickering.

Damian stiffened, little arms laced around his legs. Dick was awkwardly hugging him. Looking to his brothers Damain was met with some shocked faces. They had all thought that Dick would be absolutely terrified of them—he looked nervous. But he was hugging Damian. Damian! The coldest and most ruthless of them all!

"Thank y-you."

"You're welcome."

Having the decals had been a blessing. To know that if he was having troubles he could look to his walls and there his family would be. The walls weren't white. No. Not at all. They were decorated perfectly, everything here was perfect. Food, clothes, sleep, friends.

"Hey Dick," Red X asked, holding a stack of something that looked like movie cases in his hands. "Where's your CD player?"

"Ok one, where the Helheim did you get those? And two, you better not be spoiling his innocence with Green Day." Red Robin pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head.

"Stored 'em in my belt. Where's your CD player?" He asked again, after sticking his tongue out at his brother once more.

"I-I don't think I have one."

"What?!" Jason screeched. Dick jumped a foot in the air, Tim's mouth dropping open as Dick cowered closer to Damian.

Terry scowled at Jason for startling the kid, he should've seen it coming. Jason's love for music and his insistence that everyone be able to listen to good music as something he had since he came to the manor. The boy stormed out of the room, shouting something.

"Unbelievable! West! Get over here! You tell me how—"His voice trailed off as the door slammed shut behind him and he sped down the hall.

"Don't worry about him." Terry rolled his eyes. "He has a flair for the dramatic."

"D-Did I get him angry? I didn't m-mean too."

"Nah, he takes music very seriously. He'll probably come back with Wally's CD player or something."

Dick breathed in relief, good. He hadn't done anything wrong to mess up. He didn't want to mess up here, where everyone and everything was so nice. The Batboys seemed nice in their own way. They bickered and teased each other that was their way of showing affection for each other. Dick wanted to watch Nightwing a little closer. He was drawn to him and Red X more than the other two.

Perhaps it was because Dick could see the most of their faces. Maybe it was because Red X acted like Wally. The two had similar attitudes, Red X didn't act like a threat.

He knew why he was drawn to Nightwing. He acted like Master. Except Nightwing wasn't harsh. He did speak rudely or hurt Dick. He was curt and withdrawn in all seriousness. It wasn't a bad thing. That was the attitude Richard had learned to accept receiving all the time. And Nightwing was….nice about it.

Just as Red Bat predicted, Red X reentered with a black electronic device hoisted on his shoulder. The young man was fumbling with the cord, plugging it into the same socket the Dick's nightlight was plugged into.

"See Dick, this is a CD player. You can listen to audiobooks and music."

"What's audiobooks?"

"They're like books, on CD's. Someone's reading them to you." Red Robin explained. "They're a lot of fun. You can read without reading."

That sounded interesting. It would've made taking Master's lessons if he didn't have to focus on the tiny print in the textbooks when he was tired.

Jason placed the cases next to the player, he motioned for Dick to come closer.

"You press this button to open in up, place the CD in there. Then you close the lid. See that button? Hit that one to play the disc, press that one to stop it. These can skip and track, or go back one. Make sense?"

Dick nodded slowly, Jason smirking. He would get the hang of it. "Wanna try to put on in?"

"Sure."

Jason flipped through the CD stack. He had a bunch of rock bands, some pop, little to no country, classical, jazz and for the kid he had got some songs for little kids.

Jason pulled an album from the stack. He might get some razzing from his brothers for having a 'girly' album, but there was a song he thought Dick might like on it.

He popped the disc out, handing it to Dick. The boy nervously placed the disc in, following Jason's instructions exactly.

"Gut gemacht! " Jason applauded. Terry shaking his head. For some odd reason, Jason had taken a liking to the German language, slipping into it when excited. With the Batfam it was no big deal, they sometimes talked in other languages. Terry would ask Damian a question in greek, Dami responding in Russian. Tim throwing in a comment in Frach and Jason shouting something at them in German. The kid would be totally lost though. A huge smile erupted over Dick's face though. " Vielen Dank." Okay, so Dick knew German. Jason nodded in reply, grinning at his brother's shocked looks, hiding his own. Skipping towards the song he wanted to play Jason watched Dick. The kid looked excited, a little apprehensive but excited all the same. He had been a little nervous since the team had agreed to let the vigilantes spend time with the kid alone. He had given them a 'tour', which was just Dick showing them his play room and toys since the Bat brats knew their way around this Cave as well as they did their own. Breakline Tim raised an eyebrow as the song started. It sounded like old carny music."Okay, Jason. That's rude—playing circus music." It wasn't circus music, the beat turning into a quick bass drum. Tim held back a snort as Jason hopped up. Dick looked totally perpleaxed as the hero began dancing. " Now's the time, get in line, don't be afraid tonight. We're gonna take you high, before you realize. 'Round and 'round you'll go, up and down, never slow, feel the excitement grow, oh. This is where you let go" Again Tim had to shove his hand in his mouth to keep from laughing. He heard Terry choke back laughter, and Damian snicker. Jason sent them a pointed glare. Dick looked like he thought Jason insane. Still crouched next to the CD player. Jason picked him up, throwing him in the air slightly. "Hands high like a roller coaster. This love is taking over, take us higher here we go Oh, oh, oh. Welcome to the show. Gravity we're defying, 'Cause we were made for flying. We're about to lose control. Welcome to the show, welcome to the...Oh, oh, we're on a mission nothing, nothing, can stand in our way. Oh, oh, we don't need permission. We're gonna rise up and we'll be the change. Oh, oh, hear us on your stereo, oh, oh, we're about to lose control. Oh, oh, everybody knows. Oh, oh, this is where you let go Dick began to look as if he was interested in the song. The made for flying part had sparked his interest. That's when Tim knew why Jason had picked that song. Richard and his parents were acrobats. The trapeze was the closest thing humans could get to flying without the use of planes or motors. Jason selected this song because it was happy, upbeat and connected with Dick's past in a way. This song would draw Dick into the beauty and he might learn to enjoy it was Jason did. "Hands high like a roller coaster, this love is taking over. Take us higher here we go, oh, oh, oh. Welcome to the show. Gravity we're defying, 'Cause we were made for flying. We're about to lose control. Welcome to the show. And put your hands u-u-up. We're gonna have some f-u-u-n, we've only just beg-u-u-n. And it's too late to r-u-u-n, you can't run. So put 'em u-u-up. We're gonna have some f-u-u-n, turn up the bass let it b-u-u-mp, we've only just begun, and you can't run." Was Dick trying to copy Jason? Todd noticed the boy's attempts to dance like him, and eased into simpler steps to follow. Terry joined in too, his skills in the drama department making following a dance instructor easy. Tim feebly joined in, he had to left feet when it came to dancing. "Hands high like a roller coaster. This love is taking over, take us higher here we go, oh, oh, oh. Welcome to the show. Gravity we're defying, 'Cause we were made for flying. We're about to lose control. Welcome to the show. Hands high like a roller coaster. This love is taking over, take us higher here we go, oh, oh, oh. Welcome to the show. Gravity we're defying, 'Cause we were made for flying. We're about to lose control. Welcome to the show" Damian watched them with a sarcastic smirk on his face. Tim glared slightly. Jason enjoyed this. Even more importantly—Dick enjoyed this. The little boy looked enthralled by the song. By Jason's voice—which Tim had to admit was amazing. "Hands high like a roller coaster. This love is taking over, take us higher here we go, oh, oh, oh. Welcome to the show. Gravity we're defying, 'Cause we were made for flying. We're about to lose control. Welcome to the show. We're gonna have some f-u-u-n. Turn up the bass let it b-u-u-mp, we've only just begun, and you can't run. Welcome to the show. We're gonna have some f-u-u-n, turn up the bass let it b-u-u-mp. We've only just begun, and you can't run." Breakline So that was music. Dick had heard music before. It played on those video games where the people showed you how to dance. But then Dick had been concerned with his performance, not wishing to do so badly that those playing with him were angered. But now it was exciting. The way Red X belted out the lyrics, his voice countering with the woman's on the recording nicely. The song had completely enveloped X—he danced in a way the showed how little he cared about those about him. He didn't care for their opinions or fancies. Red X seemed to escape the world around him.

Dick wanted to escape the world around him. He didn't want to have the memories. The pain. He didn't want to remember how worthless he was. Dick just wanted to be free. And for those moments while Red X sang and danced, he looked free—he sounded free. Maybe—music would do the same for Dick.

This song in particular, brought good memories. His parents. The memories he had of them were so scattered. It was wonderful to see them fly. The lyrics, they brought images of a beautiful woman gliding through the air, flipping and soaring onto the arms of a kindly man. The words brought delighted smiles of another man and woman, and their son. A boy around Wally's age possible. They flew too. Dick flew with them. He felt so happy. He laughed and smiled. Truely happy.

Breakline

An hour of dancing. Damian laughed to himself. An hour of listening to music. Jason annoying Tim, Terry helping Dick dance. Damian mostly nodded his head to the music, he wasn't one for dancing.

But Dick loved it. He seemed so happy to move in the silliest ways. Damian wondered if he could learn to enjoy the activity since Dick did. It seemed impossible for Richard to be so happy. But as Jason had said before, 'such is the power of music'. It had brought a peace to his mind.

While the others attention were on the song, Damian scratched a note out on a spare scrap of paper he kept in his belt. Gently folding it he dropped it on Dick's desk. If music brought the boy freedom of the mind and heart

A sharp beep emitted from Damian's com. A similar sound coming from his brothers. Wayne sighed, unless they wanted Father to discover their adventure they had to return. Jason groaned loudly. Terry sighed.

"Sorry kid, we gotta go home."

Dick looked saddened, he looked down. Did he really enjoy their company that much? The young boy started to pick up the CD and tried to force them on Jason.

"Woah woah woah kiddo." Jason didn't except the music Damian knew he loved. "You keep 'em. We can have a dance party later. 'Kay?"

Jason was giving up his music. Granted, he had copies of the albums on his phone—but he loved these songs. Music was what he found some of his worth in. It was his gift to the world. All of the artists were his idols. Jason looked to them as pinnacles of success, famous and wealthy. All he had dreamed of as a child.

But the smile that crossed Dick's face as he was granted this gift. How he hugged Jason. It was heart-warming and heart shattering at the same time. How Dick loved music was wonderful, how he began to accept people. He still looked stiff, he was so happy to be given a present. Happy to own something and not be owned.

The boys bid goodbye, Damian lingering next to him.

"Thank y-you for visiting me Sir." Dick blushed. "I-I like my walls very much."

"Please, call me Damian." He removed the mask, Dick looking up into his eyes. "Remember Richard," Dami dropped down next to him, placing his hands on the child's shoulders, "we love and care for you. Nothing can be worthless. No human is worthless. And you—you will never be. I can see in your eyes the hope. It's tiny but there. Hope will never leave, and I can tell you that. Remember Richard, whatever hardship you face you have three people on your side. Me, God, and Hope. I promise."

The boy nodded, Damian squeezing his shoulders. Re-fixing his mask, Damian returned to the Batcave, his brothers talking excitedly about their visit as they changed into civilian clothes.

Breakline

More nightmares that night. Wally wasn't there to sing, Artemis was gone as well, and Roy had be forced to leave. Connor, Megan and Kaldur managed to calm the boy—hopefully with time he would begin to trust them.

Megan and Connor had to attend school the following day, Dick waving good-bye as Megan kissed his forehead and Connor ruffled his hair.

"Have fun you two!" Megan chirped, waving one last good-bye to the team's new charge.

Kaldur and Dick were alone. The older trying to decide what activity he should offer to do with the boy.

"Is there anything you would like to do today my friend?"

Dick shook his head, picking imaginary fuzz off of Guggy. Kaldur frowned slightly. What had Richard expressed interest in? Perhaps—no. He was too young. But—Kaldur could read to him.

"You have an interest in Greek Mythology, do you not?"

"I-I like the myths."

"I believe I have a book you would be interested in. I could read it to you, if you wish."

"I like to read."

"As do I."

The smile Dick offered as soft, he wasn't exactly sure of what to make of Kaldur yet. Hopefully the boy would come to see Kaldur as a trusted friend, and perhaps a brother.

AN) I am a huge music nerd. Musicals and stuff. Music will play an important role as Dick matures. If anyone has an idea for a song/band Dick could be exposed to or like tell me. Guess what Dick's going to read?! My friend is a huge PJ fan, and compares Kaldur to a son of Poseidon. Can anyone tell me what song Jason sings and the artist? A reward if you do! Hey, I'm not going to update for a while. If we get up to 82 reviews I'll update again. We're at 74 now, only eight reviews! Come one guys! So close to 100!