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All the doctor did was give me stitches for the gouge on my forehead (and that fucking hurt), jokingly hand me a lollipop, and tell me that if I planned to start any sports, he would check me out for a concussion then.

On the way home, Chris was on his phone, chatting excitedly about a new building they would be renting for the charity he assisted with. It sounded like it was a really big deal, and Chris was raving about the fact it had a sizable yard for a swing set for the kids of the people who needed the charity.

At home, I collapsed on the couch, flipping through the movie channels until I settled on some animated movie about the personifications of feelings inside a girl named Riley's head. Anger was funny.

It wasn't long until Harvey walked up to me, tilting his head to the side. We locked gazes for a moment, and then he hopped up on the couch next to me. He put his paws in my lap, and his tongue started licking at my scratches and bruises. I found it a bit gross to have his spit all over my face and arms, but there was no way I could force this dog off of me.

So, I settled on watching Joy drag Sadness around Long Term Memory while the wolf gave me a bath.

WITH DICK:

Bruce was stubborn as hell, as usual. Dick hadn't expected him to be easy swayed. He didn't even really object to Bruce's decision regarding Andy. "Let him have a normal life, Dick. Don't tell Jason. Don't try and contact Starfire. If the war is still going on, the she won't come back anyway."

He crossed his arms, eyes hard, "If the war has been over, and she hasn't come back for him yet, she doesn't want him."

So that's what this was about? Bruce was pissed at Starfire for leaving Andy here for so long. Dick was too, but his memories of Starfire prevented him from being as mad as Bruce seemed to be. There had to be a reason. She had to have a damn good reason for not getting Andy sooner.

Dick nodded slowly, "Maybe… maybe we should warn Chris and Arnold."

Bruce leaned back in his chair, clearly not a big fan of the idea. "What exactly do you plan on telling them?"

"I'm going to tell them that I ran Andy's DNA, and he's the child of a meta human. I'll let them know so that they can keep an eye out for any powers that may develop." Dick said firmly, standing, and going for his cell phone, "And I'll need to talk with Raven. She'll probably have a better idea of what to do after that. After all, She's known Andy longer than any of us."

WITH RAVEN:

"A meta human?" Raven asked. "You think that'll cover any powers that pop up?"

"Better than saying alien." Dick defended. "I mean, worst case scenario, he get's orange skin, fiery red hair, glowing green eyes, can shot out green starbolts, fly, lift really heavy things. Seriously, meta human is becoming a really loose term these days."

Raven sighed, then spoke, "Dick, I want to meet Andy."

"Raven, I don't think-"

"Starfire left before I did." Raven said, almost shocked that those words came out of her mouth. "She walked away, and I was left looking down at this little baby girl. I just wanted to pick her up and take her back to the tower with me, to hold her, and never let her go. But Starfire made me promise… and I knew that I couldn't take care of her while I was protecting the earth. All of my friends were superheroes. I didn't know anyone who could take her. So I just put a stupid crystal around her neck, and gave her a name. That's more than Kori did but… listen, I just really need to see Andy."

Dick scratched his head, "I'll try to think of something to tell the Bennett's, maybe they'll let you meet Andy. But, Raven, what would you even talk about?"

"I'll tell him that his mother was a friend of mine, and try to answer any questions he has about her honestly, without telling him anything about… hero stuff. Or alien things."

"I'll see what I can do Raven, but honestly, I don't know if it would be good for Andy. He's just settling in, new school, new family, new everything."

Raven nearly collapsed onto her bed, the guilt starting to really creep in. "Dick…"

"Goodbye, Raven."

WITH ANDY

Chris walked into the living room, ready to tell Andy that Cody had prepared dinner, but stopped dead in his tracks, a hand flying up to his mouth. He was stunned by cuteness. Andy had fallen asleep on the couch, cuddled up to Harvey. Harvey had curled himself around the boy, chin resting on top of Andy's head, and a front paw draped across his chest.

Chris walked up to his room, grabbed his camera, and walked back down to the living room, snapping a picture of the scene. The click made Harvey open his eyes, and then close them lazily again. Andy remained unconscious, not even stirring.

Chris practically floated out of the room. Andy could eat when he woke up. Chris had a picture to develop and frame.

It wasn't until hours later, when he was settled down in bed with his tablet, Arnold next to him, nose buried in a book, that he checked his phone. There was a text from an unknown number.

Mr. Bennett, I am the officer who caught your foster son, Andy. I've uncovered some information on his biological mother, and I would like to speak with you about it. I'll leave it up to you if you want to tell Andy afterwards. – Officer Grayson

Chris reached over, nudging Arnold. "Babe."

Arnold took the phone, reading the message, and frowning. "It's probably about some medical issue, something she might have passed down to him."

Chris bit his bottom lip, then nodded, "Yeah, probably. I just have a bad feeling."

Arnold sighed, leaning over to kiss Chris' cheek. "You worry too much."

Chris started typing, "I'm gonna meet him tomorrow for coffee."

"Do you want me to come?" Arnold asked.

"You have a health inspector reviewing your restaurant tomorrow. It's just coffee and some trivial information about Andy's mother." Chris waved off. "Still, should we tell Andy?"

"If Officer Grayson wants to talk to you about it alone, then you talk to him alone. If you think it's something he needs to know, we'll tell him after."

Chris leaned back on his pillow, frowning at the ceiling. "Oh no, what if his mom is dead?"

Arnold closed his book, setting it on the nightstand along with his glasses. He reached over, running a hand through Chris' hair. "Listen, Andy seems like a really level headed, realistic kid. I'm sure he's considered that."

Chris rolled over, wrapping his arms around Arnold's chest, nuzzling hi face into his neck. "I know… I just… he's already been through so much."

Arnold pulled Chris closer, "He's safe now. I know it might be painful for him to find out the truth after all this time, but that might be the best thing. He's got a fresh start where no one knows who he is. It's probably best for him to clean those skeletons out of closet, and put some nice new polo's there instead."

Chris rolled his eyes, "Nice metaphor."

"Not really a metaphor. You really did fill his closet with polos."

"He has to own something other than t-shirts!" Chris hissed.