It had been nearly eight weeks since Bruce's accident, he spent six of those weeks grounded from anything related to Robin or crime fighting. Thomas did not even allow him to help out Nightwing and Agent A from behind the computer. This drove Bruce crazy, he couldn't even bring himself to go down into the Batcave when Batman was on a mission, he had to admit that Dick sometimes would sit out a mission to hang out with him, and that was nice because he knew how much being Nightwing meant to him.
At week five Thomas lightened up on the punishment and allowed him to help Nightwing and Agent A out, and even let him out to go on recon mission with the Teen Titans.
Barry and Jon were coming to visit today, it was an exciting day. Dick was finally going to meet the two boys in person, he had been helping them out on missions in his typical Nightwing way. All four boys were excited to hang out.
Barry was coming alone, with his super speed it was easy to get places. Jon on the other hand was coming with his father since his ability of flight was a relatively new power, and he could not always fly for long period of time.
Jon touched down, with a smile, "I made it!" he was proud of himself, this was his longest flight, with out having to touch down.
"I'm very proud of you son," Superman returned the smile before knocking on the door.
The door opened and Alfred appeared at the in the doorway, "Good Morning Mr. Kent, younger Mr. Kent." he shut the door behind them, "I thought Mr. Allen was coming as well."
"He's late again." Jon said shrugging, this was nothing new from the speedster.
"This way then, Master Thomas is in his study," He looked to Clark for this comment, "But Masters Bruce and Richard are this way."
"I would like to say hello to the boys first," Clark smiled following Alfred to the living room where the boys were waiting. He hear Dick's elevated heart rate, the boy was nervous. Superman used his X-ray vision to check the younger boy's back once again, he promised Thomas he would report his findings. Thomas had been concerned over Bruce's recover that his quest to help Dick took a slight break.
"How are you boys doing?" Clark asked.
"I'm doing better," Bruce smiled, "Thank you for asking."
"Good to hear," Superman smiled.
"I'm okay," Dick gave a small smile.
"Bruce! Dick!" Jon smiled. "I finally get to—"
The doorbell rang. "Barry," Bruce and Jon said together.
"I will never get how he's always late," Bruce shook his head as a rush of wind came up to them.
Dick let out a yelp, and he blinked and stared at Barry wide eyed. He had seen the teen use his speed on camera, but seeing it in person spooked him a little.
"Bruce! itsgoodtoseeyouagain—"
"Barry!" Bruce said rubbing his temples. "One, I told you not to run in the house, two we can't understand you"
"I understood him." Dick shrugged.
"Okay fine Dick understands you." Bruce corrected.
"Sorry." Barry said giving them a guilty grin.
Superman put hand one Dick's shoulder and one on Jon's, "I am going to see Thomas, have fun boys." He turned and left to see his friend.
Bruce sighed, "I know you have all spoken with video chat, and on the coms, but let's make it official. Jon, Barry, meet Dick; Nightwing."
"Sorry I spooked you," Barry said running his hand over hair blond hair before extended his hand to the younger boy.
"It's okay…just surprising, and it's nice to meet you both…" Dick smiled.
"Is it true you used to live in a circus?" Jon asked. "Do you miss it?" They never got to personal when talking, there still so much they didn't know about the former acrobat.
"Yeah, I was an aerial acrobat with my parents…on the trapeze" Dick added in knowing they might not know exactly what he meant, he twisted his hands together. "Yeah, they were my family, but what I miss most well beside walking itself…is flying on the trapeze, but…"
"Flying? Like this? Jon asked not even asking before picking the boy up and levitating him in the air.
Dick gasped and looked down at the ground smiling, he had always been envious of not only Jon's power of flight but Clark's and Diana's as well. "Higher!" Dick laughed. "Look I'm flying! well kinda…but still!" the former acrobat spread his arms out like wings.
Bruce looked up to see the smile on Dick's face, he didn't look scared at all, in fact he looked happy. "Just don't drop him." Bruce commented.
"Or what? It could fix my back?" Dick laughed throwing his back back looking at Bruce upside down.
"No that's…never mind. Go right ahead and drop him then," Bruce shrugged.
Jon didn't now who to react to the banter between the two boys, so he chose to ignore their banter and keep Dick safely in the air for several minutes, this proved to be difficult because Dick would wiggled around to get different views of the spacious room.
"I need to put you down, I flew all the way here from Metropolis, I'm just starting to fly, I don't want to accidentally drop you." Jon glanced at Bruce with the last part, but the comment caused the younger boy to laugh.
Jon landed and set Dick back down in his wheelchair. It was not audible to the others, but Jon could hear the slight change in Dick's heart rate from when he was flying, then to when he was set down. He felt a little sad that he could not keep Dick up longer.
"Thanks," Dick smiled, he was a little disappointed to be back on the ground. Even if he was not flying on the trapeze, it still felt amazing to be in the air like that once again. Dick reached forward and hugged Jon around his waist.
"I promise we can do it again! Because I'm half human I get tired unlike my dad." Jon smiled.
Clark knocked on mahogany door, he could already hear Thomas pushing this desk chair back and make his way to the door.
"Hello Clark, good to see you," Thomas smiled and extended his hand out for a handshake and then gestured for the him to enter. "How are Lois and Jon?"
"Doing well, still getting used to Jon flying. It scares Lois, but excites Jon."
"I can't imagine one of the boy's flying…well like Jon and yourself…" feeling a need to add in last part in reference to how Dick called some of his acrobatic moves as flying.
Clark's ear twitched, he could hear the boys, he sighed lightly, "well you are about too."
"What?" Thomas asked confused.
"Jon decided to take Dick for a flight."
Thomas was about rush past Clark, but the Kryptonian held up a hand, "I can tell by Dick's heart beat he's excited, in a good way."
Thomas was hesitant, but he trusted his friend. The two carefully left the room to see Jon floating around near the ceiling while holding Dick in his arms, the younger boy had a wide smile on his face, it was the happiest Thomas as ever seen Dick, even when he was allowed to help out Batman and Robin. The billionaire hesitated, he didn't want Jon to drop Dick, but the boy looked to happy.
They watched at Jon gently lowered Dick back down and set him back into his wheelchair. Clark could also hear the boy's quiet sigh, and change in heartbeat, The boy was sad to be brought back to reality.
Thomas sighed as they made their way back into the room, "I wish there was a way I could keep that smile on his face like that, did you—?"
"I can only seen bones, his back isn't broken…"
"It's the nerves…" Thomas finished as he took a seat at his desk, and sighed, "during the fall his nerves became compressed, that's what's causing his paralysis, there's no surgical option for him…" he rubbed the back of his neck. "I've been distracted, first trying to get Dick settled, and then Bruce's injury, but I'm going to figure this out…he's going to walk again." the billionaire looked blankly ahead, "you don't know how much that meant to Dick what Jon did, you should hear the way Dick talks about flying on the trapeze with his parents, the smile he gets…I want that back for him…if that's all I ever do for him…"
"Thomas, what's wrong?" Clark's eye brows knit together. Picking up on the other man's dejected body language.
"If some were to happen to me before Bruce is of age Alfred will care for him, but Dick I may be his legal guardian, but that's all I am. If I die or am no longer able to care for him the state takes him away. He's my ward, not my son. If anything happens to me, I get no say in what happens to him. There nothing I can do, legally, he can't go to Alfred, or Bruce if he's old enough. He will be put into the foster care system and will most likely stay there until he's eighteen, then he's got nothing. Most kids Dick's age will stay in the system until they age out. Dick has special needs a well, he can't just go to any house, there are requirements to accommodate his wheelchair." Thomas paused for a moment "I'm going to ask Dick if he will allow me to adopt him."
Alfred took the four boys into town, Bruce was going to have fun showing the others around, even Dick hadn't spent much time in the city, despite knowing it like the back of his hand from being Nightwing.
"You guys are used to being with Robin and Nightwing, not Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson in Gotham. Just keep your heads down and ignore the gawkers." Bruce said as Alfred stopped the car in front of a restaurant that was off the main road. Bruce specifically picked this place out because he knew Dick could easily get around, but he was sure not to let onto that fact.
Alfred got out of the driver's seat and made his way to the trunk to retrieve Dick's wheelchair. "Now off you go boys," Alfred patted Dick on the shoulder.
"Thank you Alfred, I shall call you when we are ready to be picked up."
"Very well sir." Alfred nodded and left to continue on with the errands he had to run.
"I like this place," Dick smiled, "they have good food! "
The four friends left the comic book store that Dick begged them to go into after seeing a comic he wanted displayed in the window.
Bruce was holding the black bag of comics Dick picked out at the store. He was walking beside Dick who was rolling himself down the side walk. Barry was ahead of them and Jon was on the other side of Dick.
Superboy froze up, his super hearing picked up something the other boys didn't.
"Jon what's wrong?" Dick asked looked to his left when he noticed the teen stopped.
"I hear—"
"Screaming," Bruce finished he turned his head to see green-yellow mist, then a gust of wind brought it towards them.
More screams of fear started to fill the air.
"Is that—cough—fear gas?" Dick looked to Bruce, he had only ever seen in via the video feed before and it was hard to see there.
"We we need to move now!" Bruce started to push Dick as he ran down the street.
"What's going on?" Jon asked watching as Bruce closed his eyes tightly and and turned his head.
"We need to get going…" Bruce was trying to be strong and fight the effects, but his mind grew distorted. Dark images formed in his mind.
Barry froze, fear filled his body for a moment as a distorted image from the night of his mother's murder crossed his mind, he stopped, what was going on? He blinked and seconds later it was as if nothing happened.
"Guys, what's going on?" Jon asked looking around, as he was not affected, but he stopped when his ears picked up on a strange sound, someone was having trouble breathing, and their heart was racing.
"DICK!" Jon called realizing what was going on before the other teen.
"Bruce…" Dick attempted to get the teen's attention.
Dick was hyperventilating, and his voice was almost raspy.
"Bruce?" Jon touched the boy's shoulder, but it was sharply smacked away.
"Stay away from!" Bruce snapped not registering that it was his friend.
Everything was happening so fast, so many people were screaming. Barry turned around to help Jon figure out what was going on with Dick, as well as the world around him.
The Gotham born teen shook his head, "What's going on?…." Bruce stopped he was able to break free from this hellish nightmare for a moment to see Dick's eyes roll into the back of his head, and then start to shake uncontrollably. "DICK!" he couldn't think clearly, he needed to make sure Dick's hurt himself. "go…dad…help" he looked to Jon and Barry.
Barry nodded and ran off back to Wayne Manor, luckily he made it a point to remember his way. It had a habit his mentor, Jay was instilling in him.
Bruce managed to lift Dick from his wheelchair and half cradled the smaller boy while he shook. Bruce struggled, as images twisted in his mind. He could see his patents lying in blood at his feet, while he was dressed as Batman.
Jon knelt down next to other two, he placed a hand on Dick's head, the boy was having trouble breathing. Jon could pick up on everyone's panicked screams, he could even hear some hallucinating.
"Stay away!" Bruce called when he saw Jon.
Jon was worried for Dick's safety, but he was not so easily able to convince Bruce to let the younger boy go, who had now stop shaking, except for a random twitch of a limb. Once Bruce released the former acrobat he stood up and paced back and forth in attempts to fight the affects of the toxin.
"Dick?" Jon asked, then his face dropped, he couldn't hear Dick's heart beating anymore. He licked his lips and looked around. Bruce was still valiantly attempting to fight the fear toxin that was over taking him. Jon looked down at his hands, his mother taught his CPR, but he had always been scared to use it due to his super strength, but he need to save Dick. Jon laid the boy down on the ground, closed his eyes and tried to remember what his mother told him.
Bruce turned around to see Jon starting CPR "Keep away from him!" Bruce said pushing Jon. His hallucination was leading him to believe Jon was hurting Dick.
"Bruce! You have to let me help!" Jon begged continuing CPR. He felt a rip crack, so he tried to perform softer compressions.
"No! You're going to hurt him!" Bruce was getting ready to attack Jon again.
The half Kryptonian used his super human speed, to by pass Bruce, and land a punch on his friend, right now his main concern was Dick, everything was happening so fast, that Jon didn't even notice his CPR attempts worked, the younger boy's heart was beating once again, but hr did he let out a sigh of relief.
Thankfully the police and paramedics arrived on the scene and saw Jon and Bruce fighting. A police officer with reddish blond hair pulled Bruce back before he tackled Jon in retaliation.
"I couldn't h-feel his heart…it's back…" Jon said panicked, "and I heard a crack!"
The paramedic took Dick's pulse, it was weak, but it was there, he checked over the still unconscious boy, "what are you names?" He was trying to keep teen calm while he worked on his friend.
"I'm Jon, his name is Dick."
"Okay Jon, I'm Braiden, you did a great job, you really helped your friend."
"Is he going to be okay?"
"We are going to get him to the hospital, and they will help." Braiden was keeping a carefully keeping an eye on Dick while until a second female paramedic, Zoe, she had chocolate brown hair and eyes arrived with an antidote, she injected Dick with it, and almost instantly the boy stopped breathing and started shaking once again.
"He stopped breathing and his throat is closing, get me the intubation kit!" Braiden called out.
"WHAT!?" Jon's eyes filled with panic as he watched Braiden insert a tube into Dick's throat.
"It's okay Jon, this will help him breath. We are going to take him to the hospital." Braiden said as his partner took over forcing air into Dick's lungs with the pump.
"His brother will want to go…" Jon glanced over Bruce who was still struggling against both the police officer and the Fear Toxin
"His brother is in no condition to be near him. Stay here and when he comes down from the toxin let him know what happened, can you do that for me Jon?"
"Okay…" Jon nodded he was reluctant he didn't want to be the one to tell Bruce Dick was going to the hospital.
"Good, I trust you Jon, okay?" and with that Braiden and Zoe quickly took Dick away.
Barry made sure to zig-zag his way to the manor, he never seen anything like this. His hallucination scared him, he could not imagine what Bruce and Dick were suffering from.
When he got to the manor he pounded on the front door, until Bruce answered it as Alfred was still in town.
"Barry what's wrong?" Thomas asked worried seeing Barry standing there still in his civilian clothes.
"ScreamingintownsomethingwithfeargasDicksreallysick" His words blended together.
"Barry, slow down, I can't understand you." Thomas said, placing a hand on Barry's shoulder.
Barry took a deep breath and tried to think over what he wanted to say, "I don't know exactly…there was screaming, something about fear gas, and Dick…he's really sick…I don't know what happened…"
"What do you mean Dick is sick?" Thomas questioned.
"I-he started shaking, that's when I ran to get help."
"A seizure? He's never had one before. Let's go to the hospital. Clark, call Jon and see if you can get more in formation, I am going to get my keys, then we are going to Gotham General."
Because so many were affected by the Fear Gas there was no way to take everyone to the hospital (or even rounded up) some of the victims were being tested on the spot to see if the Fear Gas out of their systems and released as the antidote was typically enough to cure them.
Once Bruce came down from the effects of the Fear Gas, he started to look frantically around for his brother. "DICK! DICK!" the teen started to look around, the last time he saw the boy he was in bad shape.
"They took him to the hospital…" Jon said he was sitting next to Bruce holding his knees.
"What happened to him?" Bruce demand ash stood up.
"His heart stopped…and then he stopped breathing…they put a tube down his throat…" Jon jumped to his feet and followed Bruce, who was now running to find someone to speak with.
"What? We need to get there! If he's alone he's scared…he hates being alone…" Bruce made his way way to a police officer.
Braiden and Zoe rushed Dick into the hospital passing off all the information they knew to the emergency room intake nurse, Mia. She had frizzy curly dark hair, and lightly tanned skin with freckles, she wore no make up. She held a tablet in her hand and direct the two paramedics to a room, as she called over a doctor over.
"…the boy who was with him said his name was Dick." Braiden added in.
Mia looked down at the dark haired boy, "Grayson? Then this is Dr. Wayne's ward. Get him on the phone now!" Mia snapped at a scared looking nurse. She remembered him when he was first brought the night of the accident at the circus, he was one of those patients she'd never forget. "Julia! find an open room for him upstairs now!" She called to another nurse.
Thomas arrived at the hospital, the second the receptionist saw him, she told him where to go. The doctor raced to the room to find the boy. Clark and Barry stayed behind and waited for Alfred to arrive Bruce and Jon, Thomas had called him to pick the boys up.
Dick was hooked up to a breathing machine and heart monitor, his tanned skin was pale under the blotchy red patches of skin. Dr. Wayne picked up Dick's chart and looked it over for a moment, he put it down and walked over to Dick's bedside, he moved a stray hair out of Dick's closed eyes. Thomas made the mental note Dick needed a hair cut, he hadn't had one in the six months he'd been living with them, and he already had long hair that ended below his ears.
Thomas stood there silent for a moment until Alfred arrived with Bruce. Clark, Jon and Barry waited by the door.
"Dad!" Bruce called breathing heavily, he ran in and hugged his father tightly. Alfred quietly slipped in to check on Dick.
Thomas hugged his son back, "are you okay son? Is this because of what you saw with the fear toxin?"
"Yes…" Bruce mumbled, "in it, you died with mom…I was," His voice dropped "Batman and standing over your bodies…" He didn't intend to tell this to his father, it just came out.
"There is no need to worry, I am here, and it was just the fear toxin feeding off your deepest fears. I assure you that I am safe, and I am glad you are as well." Thomas reassured his son. "And one day, I will pass the mantel of Batman on to you."
Bruce finally pulled back, "really?"
"Of course." Thomas gave small smile. The doctor could see the bruise on his son's face. "what happened?" he gently touched the bruise.
"Jon…he punched me…" Bruce started and then he explained everything the Jon told him.
Clark put an arm around Jon, he could tell something was wrong.
"What happened?" Barry asked, his back was against the wall next to the door, he was looking across the hall not being able to bring himself to look in the room. "What was that stuff?"
"Did you feel the effects?" Clark asked intrigued.
"For a short time." Barry whispered the words knowing Clark and Jon would be able to pick up on them.
"Jon?" Clark asked.
"No…" he said looking down. "I cracked a rib…I didn't mean to…I tried to be careful…"
"Who's rib? Dick's?"
Jon nodded, "I did CPR like mom taught me, but I was too strong…"
Clark looked at his son, he could see the worry that plagued him, "Ribs can heal, a stopped heart, doesn't."
"Can we see him?" Jon asked slipping down the wall and sat down next to Barry.
"Let me ask Thomas." Clark said turning around, and when he did he saw Bruce sitting in a chair next to Dick holding the boy's hand, but he was focused on the tube breathing for the younger boy.
"Master Thomas, would you like me to go home and fetch some pajamas for Master Richard, they will be more comfortable than the dreadful hospital gown. Perhaps some comic books for when he wakes?" The butler prepared to leave even before he got the reply from Thomas.
"Yes, thank you Alfred." Thomas said while glancing over Dick's chart again, he looked up when he heard Clark, "Clark, can you stay with the boys when Alfred leaves? I have some questions I want to ask about Dick's condition."
"Of course, but the boys want to know if they can come in and see Dick."
"Yes, they can come in," Thomas closed the chart and held it in his arm.
"He's going to be okay, right?" Bruce asked as Barry and Jon came into the room.
"It will take time, I need to go over his chart again, and run some more tests. I am going to do everything I can." Thomas spoke more like a doctor than a father.
"His heart will be okay? I heard it stop…" Jon looked to Thomas after hearing his speak with Bruce. "And I broke his rib…sorry"
Thomas placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, "We are monitoring his heart, there is no reason why his heart should have any problems in the future. As for his rib it's okay it happens for those who are inexperienced in CPR. From what I read, you helped him, thank you. I know seeing everything that happened today probably scared you, but you did the right thing."
Jon nodded and looked over at Dick and the wires attached to his chest over his heart.
"I will be right back," Thomas told Clark, then stopped by Dick's bedside first and placed a hand on Dick's forehead, "I will be right back bud. Bruce, keep an eye on your brother for me." and he strode out of the room, with Alfred not far behind.
"I will," Bruce vowed
Alfred went back to the manor and made his way to Master Richard's room to gather pajamas, and some comics for him to read when he woke up. When he entered the room he saw an old stuffed bear on his bed. He went over and picked the plush bear and placed it into the bag he had to gather the items to bring back to the hospital. The butler remember back to when he first saw the toy. The young boy had been living with them for only a month at the time, back when he was rather shy and hardly left his room.
Alfred remembered one night when he when he went to check on Master Richard after the boy woke up screaming from a nightmare. When the butler opened the door to check on the boy he saw him trying to hide something.
"Master Richard are you okay?"
"Yeah…sorry I woke you up." Dick turned bright red.
"Oh no need to worry, what is that in your hands?" Alfred asked wondering why the boy was so keen on hiding this item.
"It's my bear…" Dick turned red as he brought it out the stuffed bear, it was a patchwork stuffed bear.
"It is a lovely toy, it looks hand made." Alfred knew that the boy kept much in, and it was not good for him.
"It is…Seina made it…when…never mind…"
Alfred took a seat on Dick's bed, "I would love to hear the story."
"Seina…she was knife thrower…when she found out my parents were pregnant she collected scraps of fabric from the others…she then sewed this…they gave it to me when I was born…my mom said I've always loved it…" Dick hugged the plush to his chest.
Alfred made his way back to the hospital, thinking over how much the boy had changed since arriving to the manor. His true personality was starting to show, he was proving to be quick witted and a little jokester. Now he was always smiling and was bright and cheerful boy.
When he arrived back into the boy's room, Thomas was still gone, Clark and the boys remained. Bruce was still by Dick's side holding his hand.
"Master Bruce would you like to give this to him?" Alfred pulled the bear from the canvas bag.
"You brought his bear…" Bruce took the toy and tucked the bear under the covers next to the younger boy. "Dick, Alfred brought Patches and some comics for you."
Barry and Jon looked at Bruce and how he acted around Dick, he was different he was with the younger boy. Bruce could be very brash, but seeing him with Dick he was completely different, he was gentle, caring, and protective.
Now that Thomas was officially listed as the boy's doctor he was ordering more tests and some medication to aid in his allergic reaction. One of the tests Dr. Wayne ordered was a electroencephalography (EEG) test that would read Dick's brain activity.
"Talk to him, it will be good for him," one of the nurses said as she checked Dick's medication. "or read, studies have shown it does help." she looked at the three boys. Jon was sitting on the window ledge, while Bruce and Barry were in chairs. Clark was out calling Lois to let her know what was going on, while Alfred was out getting food for the teens.
Once the nurse left, the boys were alone with Dick. "We are going to get Scarecrow for this. Tonight, we are going out. I know my dad will stay here with Dick tonight." Bruce informed his teammates.
Jon and Barry looked at Bruce, they knew if they said no that Bruce would go out anyway.
"Okay." Barry said speaking first.
"Jon?" Bruce asked looking at the youngest member of their team.
"Yeah, I'll come." Jon's words were reluctant, but he knew his friend needed him.
"Good, Barry I will get you a mask for you to protect you from the Fear Gas." Bruce said before looking over at the small stack of comics Alfred brought for Dick, he picked one up and started to read to the younger boy.
Thomas came into the room with another doctor, Bruce stopped reading and looked up to see a young doctor with sandy blond hair and light brown eyes.
"Bruce, meet Dr. Logan Johnson he's the head of Neurology. He's worked with Dick before when going over his spinal cord injury, now he's going to help and go over his EEG results, so that we may see if any light can be shed on Dick's situation." Thomas explained to his son.
"Nice to meet you," Bruce flipped the comic book over, stood up and walked over to meet with the doctor to shake hands.
"Like wise, I have hear a great deal about you from Dick, and of course Thomas." Logan smiled, he went over to read out the EEG. "hm," he said looking over the read out. "Bruce how long have you been reading to Dick?"
"Ten minutes maybe, why? The nurse said it was good to talk to or read to him."
"Oh nothing bad, I can tell by the read out that he is responding to you reading to him. The read out is showing high levels of fear, but they drop down at times, including when you read to him. So therefore it's having a calming effect on him and that's good." he then turned to Dr. Wayne., "Thomas I want to take him for a MRI, now."
"I agree, and we can look over the MRI that was first taken six months ago for a base," Dr. Wayne added.
"I will see if it's opened," Logan put down the EEG results and left the room.
"Dad...you have done so many tests, have you found anything?"
Thomas sighed, "not what I was hoping for. I have sent word to S.T.A.R. Labs and The D.E.O, for assistants. Clark has some connections with the D.E.O. he's calling them after he speaks with Lois.
"I have some friends at S.T.A.R. Labs I can make sure they make it priority, I need to check in with Jay anyway, I will go talk to them I can even bring a sample." Barry offered
"Thank you Barry, I would appreciate that. I will draw some blood," Thomas reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out the supplies he need, it was clear he had intended to run some tests of his own without the hospital knowing. Once the blood was drawn Dr. Wayne passed it to Barry to take to S.T.A.R. Labs.
Thomas sent everyone home when visiting hours were over, though he refused to leave himself.
He looked down at Dick, just this morning he was talking to Clark about his plans to ask Dick if he could adopt him. Now he was worried for the boy's health.
Thomas closed his eyes, "John, Mary," he addressed Dick's deceased parents. "I'd understand if you want to take your boy back. He's a great kid, but know this, I am still prepared to raise him as I promised, he's become a son to me, and brother to my own son…I'm thinking of adopting him…not to replace you, John, but to make sure he's taken care of…"
Alfred set up rooms for each of the guest spending the night. Barry came back from Central City and Clark had explained to Lois that Jon and he were staying to help out Thomas and Bruce.
The teens knew it would be difficult to slip out with Superman sleeping down the hall, but they just had to. They had to go after Scarecrow, or rather Robin did and Flash and Superboy were going along to make sure he didn't do anything stupid.
Bruce was going to leave his room first to turn the alarms off, that would allow both his teammates to exit via their windows, and meet in the alley by the comic book shop. Barry and Jon waited for Bruce's text.
"Titans, go!" Appeared on their screens. It was time.
A/N: I never intended to put this chapter next, I wanted something between this one and the previous one, but I never got an idea that worked out, so that is why there is a two month jump.
anyway! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Lots of drama is coming up, and we get to see the Teen Titans in action soon!
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