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Note: I've decided to let my imagination run on this chapter. I've been restraining myself, but I've decided to let myself create a mess. ;)

Maybe the rookie comment had been a bit harsh. Maybe her judgment had been clouded. Maybe she had enough secrets to match his. Maybe…. Too many maybes. She thought angrily.

Staring at the white wall in the interview room, Regan heaved a loud sigh. With perfect timing, the door opened to reveal a very concerned Commissioner Gordon. "Carmichael, what the hell happened?"

He took a seat across from her. To him, her disheveled appearance was new and alarming. She slowly turned her attention to him and stated with a level of uncertainty, "I was kidnapped by enemies of the Batman. They took me underground and held me captive for some time. They were planning on attacking Gotham. I managed to escape. The Batman is down in the sewers with those men right now."

"Do you know who the leader was? Name? Organization? Motive?"

"Ra's Al Ghul—the League of Shadows…they were, uh, responsible for the attack on the Narrows."

"Jesus. Is he gonna need back up?"

She cocked her head, "I'm not sure. I believe the Man of Steel maybe helping him tonight."

"You've failed Ra's." The Dark Knight menaced as he kicked the last ninja out of the way. He could hear the pain-filled howls of those who crossed the path of his "partner."

Ra's smiled at him, "Have I?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a detonator switch. Batman watched with narrowed eyes as the older man pressed down. There was stiffness in the air. Nothing happened. The Dark Knight smirked as he revealed a similar looking switch in his hand.

"You may want to upgrade your tech." The older man growled and moved to attack, but Batman managed to be quicker. He stepped out of the advance and easily used the man's inertia against him. Ra's found himself flat on his stomach with a heavy knee on his back.

"Losing your touch." Batman chided as he moved to tie his former mentor's hands.

"You haven't beaten me. You have forgotten to mind your surroundings." Batman was surprised when he heard a gun cock itself from behind him. Quickly, he knocked Ra's unconscious and turned to face whoever had the upper hand. Much to his surprise, it was a young boy. He'd seen the boy before—in the Narrows. The boy was a master thief.

"Jason." Batman rasped as he analyzed the boy's resolve to carry out Ra's plan.

"He promised me food." The boy's voice was strong, but his resolve wasn't. "He lied to me." He slowly lowered the gun. With near perfect timing, Superman entered from the other side.

Batman ignored him and focused on the boy, "C'mon, let's get you what he promised then."

Jason nodded and remained silent as he set the gun on the ground. He cautiously walked toward the masked vigilante. The boy looked strong as he walked. His black hair hung unceremoniously in his face and his brown eyes were downcast. Batman ushered him away and glanced at his "friend."

"I trust you can take out the trash?"

"Done." Was the only response given. However, Superman didn't see a body where Batman had once stood. His eyes swept the sewers; that man had simply vanished. He's not going to be happy. It happened right under his nose. The kid was a distraction.

Regan tiredly wrote down her statement. "I would like to go home."

"I understand that ma'am. We're almost done." The young officer stated as he waited for the higher ups to return.

"They don't believe me." She stated to him. He shifted uneasily and nodded with understanding.

"I do. If that means anything—I know why they used you against him." She swiveled quickly to face him. He was young, clean cut, but she recognized the fire in his eyes. Then she glanced at his uniform. She realized they had a cadet watching her. Really? We need that much help?

She read his name, "Blake, is it?"

"Yes ma'am, got some time before I'm out of cadet school. This morning was meant to be a tour of a precinct, but you had other plans." He slightly smiled.

"Uh huh, well cadet, keep what you think you may know to yourself. They'll call you a hothead—at least Foley will. If that becomes the case, I'll take ya in. My entire division is full of hotheads. Anyways, I need to go and see my fiancé…" Her voice trailed off as Gordon returned.

"Carmichael, you look like hell, SWAT just radioed in—your story checks out. Go home. You're on leave."

"Yes sir," she paused, "See ya around Blake, remember, I got a spot for you." The cadet smiled and nodded.

Gordon let out a chuckle as she left, "No matter how shitty it gets for her, she's always recruiting. You're lucky; she's one of the good ones."

As she made her way to the exit, she noticed a boy dressed in bright spandex sitting alone. She grabbed a patrolman and questioned, "What happened to him?"

The young man cleared his throat and tried not to make a fool out of himself in front of the famed cop, "His family was part of the circus that came to town. Uh, his parents were gunned down—he witnessed it."

There she was on her way to find comfort for herself and tell her love that they were expecting. Now she could care less about her personal comfort. She wasn't sure if it was the hormones, but she couldn't leave him alone.

"No relatives?" She questioned as her eyes returned to the boy. He was young, and he needed support. Her heart melted. His hair was jet black and she frowned as she couldn't see his eyes. Bruce is going to kill me. "Officer, please find me the social worker for this case. I'll take him with me." "Ma'am?" He questioned confused. "Just do it." She hissed as she moved towards the boy. Her ears picked up the man scurrying down the hall.

"Hey." She said gently. His eyes shifted up to see a beautifully messy woman walking toward him. She noticed his blue eyes held little life. "My name's Regan." She offered as she took a seat next to him. "What's your name?"

"Dick." His voice was quiet.

"How old are you?"

"Twelve."

Regan wasn't sure what to say after that.

"Look Dick, I know you're hurting, and I know I can't possibly begin to feel what you feel. But, I know that you don't want to stay in this stuffy police station. How would you like to come stay with me?"

His eyes flashed something unintelligible, and he stayed quiet mulling it over. She doesn't seem so bad.

"Ok." He murmured to her. Regan nodded, and whispered, "I'm going to go sign some papers, and we'll go, ok?"

As she stood up, he did too. Regan tried to hide her smile. Regardless if she was living with Bruce, she would have helped this boy. There was something special about him. She held out her hand and he instantly grasped it in his smaller hand.

"Ah Lieutenant, you sure you wanna take on a kid?" The social worker dressed in a green worn down pant suit asked as she shoved the paperwork towards her. "I'm sure. He's special." She fired back, tightening her grip on his hand.

"Alright. I've got a huge workload, so I don't know when I'll be able to…" Regan interrupted the slightly plump social worker.

"Look Vanessa, let's not play games. I'll take him, and if he wants to stay with me, he can. I won't give him back. He's not going to a boys home."

"Easy Regan, I didn't mean nothing by it. Sign here and here, here…and he's yours till whenever." The signing had been quick. Regan didn't think gaining guardianship should be that easy, but she was happy that it didn't take long. Maybe it was because of who she was?

"Does he have any belongings?" She asked without looking up from the paperwork.

"No Regan." Everyone was surprised that he had answered. Poor thing. "Alright, that's easy to fix." She sensed his surprise. "Really?" He whispered. He moved closer to her side. Who was this woman? A cackling laughter from the social worker broke the silence, "Oh son, you're lucky to be going with her. She's will take good care of you—don't you worry."

Regan tensed at the woman's chiding. Enough. "I'll mail you the fee when I have my wallet back on me—it's at the office. Let's go Dick. We have a few stops to make."

After walking back her office, Regan and Dick found themselves in her car as she drove back toward Wayne Manor. Regan had managed to wash her face and find a hair tie- her hair presently a messy ponytail. The walk and ride had been quiet.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He questioned out of the blue. Great, he has a crush on me.

"Something like that." She chuckled, and added, "But don't worry, you're much cuter than him." Regan smirked as she watched his cheeks turned red.

He was about to ask her something else, but Wayne Manor came into view and he gasped.

"You live here?!" He almost sounded alarmed.

"You mean, we live here, don't you?" She teased as she pulled into the garage and found her spot.

Alfred was there to greet her. "Ah Miss Carmichael, Master Bruce has been—oh, hello." He gave her a nervous look. "Alfred this is Dick. Dick this my good friend Alfred. Alfred, he'll be staying with us."

"Hello Master Dick. Welcome to Wayne Manor." Alfred turned his attention to Regan, "Miss, Master Bruce came home today with a guest as well."

Regan replied in an annoyed tone, "Did he now?"

"Yes Miss. Uh, I'm not sure how—" Regan left him mid-sentence. She grasped Dicks hand and led him inside.

"Oh Love!" she yelled in a sing song voice that made Dick laugh. However, his eyes were trained on his surroundings.

Regan kept Dick close. She already felt the maternal need to protect him. He was staying. Bruce did not have a say in it. There was a faint clatter of pots in the kitchen. He's trying to cook. Oh boy.

"C'mon Dick." She beckoned as she led him further into the house. Dick paused and glanced at her. Regan signaled to be quiet and he nodded. They stood in the doorway and saw a sight that was rare: Bruce Wayne standing over a range full of pots. Her eyes swept the kitchen. Her eyes rested on boy around Dicks age. He was too busy shoveling food into his mouth to notice them.

Regan rolled her eyes, crouched, and whispered, "Alright Dick, we're going to surprise them. I know you have skills, so don't even try to back out. I need you to make your way to that mystery kid and on my signal say" hi" in his ear, and I'll do something much worse to the big guy."

Dick grinned and followed her lead. She pulled off her shoes and placed her things in the doorway. Crouching with ease, the cop and the acrobat made their way to each mark. Once he was in position, Regan nodded and yelled, "Boo!"

Bruce jumped and quickly turned to see Regan and another boy grinning from ear to ear. A muffled "ow" could be heard, and Regan was instantly by Dick and she scolded the mystery boy. "That wasn't very nice." She said sternly.

Bruce sighed. "Jason, they were trying to have fun. Don't hit other guests. Apologize to—"

"Dick." Regan quickly supplied.

"Sorry Dick."

Regan glared and watched Dick move around her. He was in the other boys face, "Shut up."

"What's with your clothes?"

"What's with yours? At least mine are clean."

"Enough." Bruce announced to the two. "Why don't you take Dick upstairs, Regan?"

Regan hissed back, "Already dismissing me, huh? Dick, I have an apartment in the city. Wanna help me pack?"

"Regan, I…" Bruce started.

"Enough. I've had enough. You have yours and I have mine. Two to be exact. I'll take care of myself, because that's all I've been doing lately. You have enough going on. Ra's was right. I can't dream of keeping up with you."

With that, she was already upstairs with the young acrobat. "Did I do something wrong?" Dick asked quietly.

Regan turned away from her packing and hugged him. "No Dick. Bruce and I have had problems. I want a peaceful place. That boy, I know him, he's a thief. I'm a cop. I can't do what he's going to ask of me right now. Wanna pick out what you think I should take?"

Within 20 minutes Regan had all she needed at the moment, the two walked back to the car. Alfred was once again waiting for them.

"Regan, you shouldn't leave him like this. Your news of your pregnancy. I just don't think you should go."

"No, Alfred. I need to. I need rest. I don't need to have a criminal running about causing trouble and treating others the way he did. Dick needs peace too. My apartment is plenty big. You can tell Bruce when he's ready to take care of me, he knows where to find me. Goodbye Alfred and thank you for everything."

Once on the road, Regan glanced at Dick and sighed. "I'm so sorry Dick. It wasn't supposed to be like this."

Now many of you are thinking, how can the author bring in both robins at the same time? She just did. Notice who chose who. ;) Now, will they ever be a happy family? Or is Regan approaching single mother status? For the two boys: Dick Grayson- a young milo ventimiglia and Jason Todd- a younger Josh Hutcherson. Please Review Responsibly.