Short chapter, sorry, juggling school and doctor visits. It may be a little while until the next chapter, please be patient! :)
At a small warehouse on the edge of Gotham, the gang sat around, watching the little boy sleep. They didn't take him to a hospital because they knew, once he had healed, he would be put in 'the system'. This particular gang had a soft spot for kids and if one was abused, they got angry. Another strange thing about the group; they were like family and if one of them needed a hand, his friends would be there in an instant to help.
One week later, the boy still had not woken up and several members were getting worried the child even would. Even in his slightly comatose state, the kid seemed to fidget and looked like he hated being still. The men thought they could fix that, so occasionally, they would place the boy on someone's back an give him a piggy-back ride. Some of them would even place him upright on the couch and watch TV with him. One of them had gone to the store a few days after the boy was brought there and had gotten a few outfits for him. Now the boy was wearing jeans and a t-shirt that mostly fit.
On the tenth day, the gang was watching TV and eating snacks when they heard a loud moan coming from the boy. The men turned to look at the child and saw him stirring. All at once, they had put their stuff down and were crowded around the small figure. Slowly, the child's eye opened and a stunning blue iris was revealed. The blue eye lazily searched the room and landed on Crow. The gang could never have expected what happened next. The boy slowly sat up, with the help of some other men, and once he was sitting upright, he smiled.
The gang had expected the boy to scream at the strangers surrounding him, but he didn't. He was about to say something when he had a coughing fit and Crow handed him a cup of water. The water was gone faster than they could blink and the boy stuttered out "T-thank y-you for-r s-sav-ving m-me." The boy attempted to rub his eyes but found gauze wrapped around his head and left eye. He tried to grab the white wrapping, but his fingers were stiff from not using them for a while. Getting what the boy was trying to do, Sparrow moved forward and carefully removed the gauze. Several of the men cringed at the sight of the boy's ruined eye. It was obvious that the child could not see out of that eye because he was rapidly blinking; attempting to clear his vision.
Sighing in resignation, he held his hand out to Crow and said, "Richard Grayson, but my friends call me Dick." Crow slowly accepted the small hand, saying; "I'm Crow. Nice to finally meet you Dick." After everyone had been introduced, Crow asked the question they all wanted to know the answer to. "Why didn't you freak out when you first woke up?" Richard smiled up at them and said "I could hear everything you said, you were saying stuff like 'I hope he wakes up soon, I'm getting worried.' I heard all of you talking and enjoyed the conversations you threw at me. But, the thing I enjoyed the most was the piggy-back-rides some of you gave me."
"There is still one big question." Crow said suddenly, causing everyone to look at him curiously "Do you want to join the Wings of Darkness?" Without a second of hesitation, he replied "Yes. I don't want to leave my family." The gang smiled and started getting to know their newest member.