Dick nearly had heart failure, out of pure relief. No overdue child support. But once it hit him that he wasn't the father, the question popped. "Wait… so who is his dad?" Who did Kori sleep with, who wasn't me?

Damian let out a sigh of relief. "It seems I will not have to put up with a younger, goofier version of you."

The screen beeped again, a pop up, reading "Match Found."

Tim was the brave one, reaching forward and clicking on it. Instantly, a photo of Jason Todd flashed on the screen, showing that he was the father.

Dick couldn't contain himself. He let out a scream. Not just any scream, one of pure terror. They had all heard similar screams, form victims on the streets.

Tim shivered, coming to the same realization. "Oh my God… Jason is a father."

"What's going on in here?"

All four whirled around to see Bruce standing there, his eyes locked on the screen as his usually mask of indifference faded away to reveal an expression of true horror.

Damian tore off his Robin mask, tossing it to the ground. His utility belt and boots quickly followed it. Alfred raised an eyebrow, "Master Damian, what are you doing?"

Damian pulled his tunic off, "I'm giving up for the night."

Tim sighed, "Honestly."

Damian pulled off his pants, leaving himself in only a pair of boxers. He scooped up his costume, laying it down on a table, and heading up the stairs, "I am going to sleep tonight. There is currently too much idiocy polluting Gotham City, and this rapidly growing family, for me to function tonight."

Tim looked over at Bruce, who still hadn't looked away from the screen. "Does this mean I can help you with the gun deal at the docks?"

Bruce removed his shoes, then his shirt. Alfred sighed. Bruce removed his trousers, leaving himself in only his boxers and a wife beater. "I'm going to bed."

WITH ANDY:

"Wake up Andy." Someone shook my shoulder, "Andy, it's six."

I groaned, "Why would I want to know that?"

Chris pulled the pillow off of my face, "Andy, school starts at nine."

I sat straight up in bed, glaring. "Then enlighten me why I get woken up at six."

"This I when Cody makes breakfast. After breakfast, can you take Harvey for a walk?" He asked.

I stretched, putting my feet on the ground. "Sure."

It wasn't until Chris left that I remembered Harvey was the Husky Mastiff mix that wanted to eat me. Well, Cody had better have made one damn fine last meal.

I pulled on a pair of jeans, a T-shirt with the Gotham Blades logo on it, and black converse. Walking down the stairs, I could smell something amazing, and when I got to the kitchen, Cody was laying a tray of hot pockets on the table.

I raised an eyebrow, and he beamed up at me, "Try one, try one!"

I grabbed one from the plate, and took a bite. It was amazing! It had Italian sausage, cheese, bacon, and eggs inside. The bread was toasted and the eggs were so smooth I almost mistook them for extra cheese. To top it off, I think he drizzled syrup on top of it.

I looked up at him, locking gazes. "You're gonna make some girl really happy one day."

"Nope." He said, taking one himself. "But I'll make a guy really happy one day."

"Oh." I said, "Cool."

"Who are you going to make happy?" He asked, "Girls or boys?"

"Both are cool." I admitted. "I think I like girls a little better though. But I'm never getting married."

Cody nodded, "To each their own."

I finished up my breakfast burrito, downed a glass of orange juice, and then went in search for the dog. Turns out, the living room (which I just now set foot into) had a large L shaped couch made of a cream colored leather. Next to it, sat a huge dog bed. I had a suspicion that it was actually two large dog beds sewn together to accommodate the monster of a dog in front of me. He was sleeping, I think, but when I stepped into the room, he cracked an eyelid, giving me a quick once over.

"Um… Hey Harvey." He closed his eyes again. "Harvey, I have to walk you now."

At the word walk, Harvey perked up, stepping off his bed, and trotting towards the front door. By the door was a coat rack, where a thick leather leash was dangling. I clipped it to a matching collar he was already wearing, and timidly opened the front door. He jerked forward, taking me with him. The front door was left wide open as I jogged to keep up with him.

Based on his pace, this was just a brisk stroll for him. For me, this was a very intense jog. He walked three houses over, were an older woman was bending over flower pots, planting seeds. He barked once, and she looked up at him, breaking out into a grin. "Oh, hello there Harvey!"

She reached into her pocket, pulling out a sugar cube. She tossed it into the air, "Here you are!"

Harvey caught it with his tongue, lapping it up into his jaws. He leaned over the gate, licked her face, and started walking again. She called after me, "Good morning young man!"

"Mornin' lady!" I shouted back, struggling to keep up with the dog.

Harvey walked two blocks down, peeing on trees every now and then, frightening anyone who saw him. A cat walked in front of him, and I was fully prepared to stand by, horrified, as he tore it to shreds, but instead, he licked it a few times, and then turned around, heading back towards the brown stone.

Halfway there, I tripped, and he didn't seem to mind. Just kept trotting, dragging me along the ground. Now, let me explain something, I am not exactly short. I mean, average height for a girl is about 5'4, and I'm 5'6 (I really wanna get taller, I mean, I AM a man, I'd like to at least get to 5'9). I'm around 135 pounds. I am not cut, but I've got enough muscle to pass as athletic. Running from the cops while carrying stolen tires is a great way to exercise. My body was something I was very proud of (ya know, except for certain parts) and this dog just strung me along like a limp noodle. He dragged me for an entire block, and then pulled me up the steps, and into the still open door.

I released his leash (probably should have done that earlier, this is a pretty well trained dog) and let myself flop onto the wooden floor. I was honestly prepared to go back to sleep right then and there, but Arnold dashed over to me, pulling me into a sitting position.

"My God, Andy, are you okay?"

I held up my arms, revealing bloody elbows and forearms. My face really hurt, so I assumed that was cut up too. "Your dog does not like me."

Chris sighed, patting Harvey's head, "He thinks' he's a puppy, doesn't know his own strength."

Arnold tousled my hair, "Let's get you bandaged up, huh? I'll drive you and Cody to school."

TWO HOURS LATER:

Arnold, unlike Chris, wasn't very talkative while driving. He dropped Cody off at his tech school, and then dropped me off at my high school. "Principal's office is right over there. He likes to greet new students personally."

So, logically, I walked into the front office, and the secretary pointed down the hall. Tapping on the door to his office, I walked in. He was a black man, about six feet tall, broad shoulders, and a beard. He smiled at me, "You must be Andy Doe."

I nodded, and sat down when he gestured towards a chair. He leaned forward, "Andy, I like to think of our teachers as being very understanding. Most of them get involved in their student's lives, to try and motivate the better. Our school is a place of equal opportunity, and our students are held to a certain level of equality. We do not tolerate hateful slurs, or violent actions against anyone."

For a moment, I was really impressed. I thought that perhaps in the three years that I had been a bit out of touch with normal people, society might have evolved to the point where everyone was as accepting as Arnold and Chris were.

He leaned back in his chair, eyes suddenly going cold. "However, as much as we will be tolerant, and try to assist our students, we do not tolerate trouble makers, or illegal activity."

Oh boy.

"I know everything that goes on in this school, Andy. If things start taking a sudden turn for the worst, I'll know where to look. I have a lot of friends on the police force, and I know what you've done."

"Correction." I smirked. "You know what an arrogant detective with a cunty attitude accused me of. Those charges were dropped, and the arresting officer himself apologized."

"Ah, yes, Officer Grayson. He's known for being a bit to lenient when children are involved. Me, I've seen children toss another child to the ground and stomp on them until his heart stopped beating. I know what children are capable of, and you, Andy, will be watched very closely here."

Well, isn't he nice?

He handed me my class schedule, and I flipped him off on my way out of the room. I was not very impressed with my classes. Not at all. English 1, Algebra 1, Biology, PE, American History, and Acting 1.

I groaned, exhausted already. School was somewhere I never thought I would end up. Now that I was here, all my instincts were screaming at me to run back to Tripp's safe house and get ready to start hustling again.

But one thought of Chris had me shaking my head, and walking off to English.

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