I nearly cried. During this one, it's so sad, but so... hopeful! I like it. I kinda' have my own idea for each of the origin stories for the batfam, but they all stay within the general idea. But don't worry, this one is not a story about origins, so... yeah. Please enjoy and please review. You're killing me people! Well, maybe... SUGGESTIONS WELCOME! (:
DISCLAIMER: SO, once upon a time there was a little kid. This little kid knew nothing about superheroes. Then they watched Young Justice. And they liked Robin a lot. So then they watched The Batman, and liked Robin even more, and liked Batman a lot, and then also loved Batgirl. Then they watched Young Justice season 2 and was like "WHO DIS NEW ROBIN?!" So they looked him up and didn't like him. And then they learned there was ANOTHER Robin who was Batman's "blood" son, they were like "NEVER! I HATE THIS DAMIEN!" and then they learned about another Robin, who was named Jason, who died, and yet ANOTHER Robin named Stephanie who was a BLONDE GIRL (nothing wrong with that, but for a Robin?) But then they liked Tim. And then they liked Jason. And then they learned Stephanie turned into Batgirl, which was OK, so they accepted them and soon found they LOVED them, (especially Jason) and excepted them. But they also learned about Cass, but although the rest took some time, they immediately liked Cassandra. And they loved them to the point that they were their fictional family. But they didn't own them. They were the person's imaginary family. Not their property. And they don't make profit off them. That is me. Ha.
The next morning, Robin woke to find Artemis gone. He stood up and stretched his little limbs in ways that clearly held his previous contortionist flexibility.
He stared at the door handle, it was a weird shape, and he didn't want to go out in the big hall alone, so he settled with taking the air vents, like he does so often to get places. He was on his way to the kitchen when he heard soft breathing. He turned an extra right and found Jason sitting, eyes closed, leaning against the tin wall of the shaft.
"Jaybird?" his voice echoed a bit.
Jay's eyes shot open and he whipped his head around to see Dicky blinking at him with big owl eyes.
"What's wrong?" Dick asked, cuddling at his brother's side.
"N-nothing…"
"Jay."
Jason looked at his brother, who had his mask in his pocket for now, revealing brilliant electric eyes that were so bright they seemed to pop right out like a 3D image.
He sighed, forcing back nearly black wavy red bangs. "A year and a half ago tomorrow."
"Huh?" Of course he didn't remember, three-year-olds don't even know their months yet, let alone dates.
"A year ago, I tried to join a gang. They laughed at me, and challenged me to do the impossible in order to join: steal the Batmobile tires."
"Uh-huh?" Dick, ever attentive, hugged his brother's arm as he sat by him.
"And I was stupid enough to try." Jason scoffed at his own stupidity. "I found it while Batman- the fricking BATMAN fought Joker. I was scared. But my gang had been caught, and on the streets, you need friends- especially if you're a kid- if you don't want to end up caught in a human-trafficking unit. I needed this gang. So I tried."
"But obviously, Batman caught me. I so thought I was dead. He knocked me out, but I thought I died. Then I woke up, and guess where I was? The Batcave! He brought me to the Batcave! I was terrified, and yet amazed, it was so beautiful, soaring ceilings, glowing platforms, the BATMOBILE, and to my amazement, a case with several costumes in it: the Batsuit. The scuba, cold, heat, and all the rest of 'em! The only one missing was the normal one. And then, and then… there were yours. All the same types, yours even held your original."
"Scaly panties?" Dick wrinkled his nose. "I only wore that one once."
"Twice."
"That was Joker!" he insisted, and Jason laughed.
"I never thought, Robin was, well, you were only a little older than me! And yet, I'd seen your silhouette a couple times, you did impossible things! You were a hero! And I- I was a street rat, a gang kid, a thug you protect people against. Then Batman came in, and, well, everything happened, and you adopted me."
"You, the Boy Wonder, Gotham's own Billionaire Baby-" Dick wrinkled his nose at one of his media titles- "Mathlete genius, acrobatic, prodigy, you accepted me, you loved me! You helped convince Bruce to train me! You held me during nightmares, you taught me acrobatics, you wanted me, a street rat, thug, someone who spit dirt all over you, stole your stuff, degraded you, hit you, after all this, all you did was hold me. Love me, street rat, unwanted by my own parents, and now… a year later, it's no longer perfect prodigy Boy Wonder or Dick Grayson, or pitying Billionaire Bruce Wayne and grumpy Batman, but my brother, and my dad. And I… I'm still a nobody, and you love me. You love me."
Jason jumped when two tiny hands were placed firmly, cupping his face. "Jayjay…" Dick began, his blue eyes on fire. "You are Jason. That's all you'll ever be. All you ever will need to be to be enough. Tomorrow is when..."
"It all started." Jason supplied, his teal eyes set on his brothers electric.
"Tomorrow is when you stole those tires, and desperate or not, I am proud of you. You are Jason Wayne, forget you're past, if they didn't want you, they didn't deserve you. But I want you, and even I probably don't deserve you, so despite your past, what matters is who. You. Are. Now. And you, you're just right. And I am your brother. And Bruce, he is our Dad. Yours, mine. The past is the past, we are a family, and we will always be, I'll love you, no matter what. I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die, I frickin' promise."
Jason looked at his brother searchingly, ignoring the new word he taught Dick, and would probably get another month of shining the Batmobile for.
"You promise?"
"I do. I really, really, do." The burning eyes were so honest and pure, like real fire.
After this, the two brothers sat quietly in the air vent together, Jason couldn't believe he'd actually had confided in Dick, but something about the innocent and excepting three-year-old made him feel safe, safe to tell him… anything.
And then, they eventually fell asleep.
Little did they know that this would make a very painful morning for the rest of the Team.
MWAHAHAHA! Poor team, but I have little sympathy! Haha! Anyway, remember the poll, and PLEASE REVIEW! I'll love you forever. I will. I want to give a special thanks to GrayBats, as they have been helping me plan my next story! (: Thank you all and goodnight!
~Universe