I might write a rewrite of "Failsafe" with Derek, only a wee bit different. You guys should tell me if you would like to read it. Might be a while though, since gotta get this and some other fics done or at least updated. So review.

I know your head is spinning
Broken hearts will mend
This is our beginning
Coming to an end

He never cried. It was a rule now. Derek Drake didn't fucking cry. He wasn't someone whose lifestyle allowed crying. He didn't cry when he was ripped from his family the first time; he didn't cry when he was soaked in Johan Hex's blood as he watched him be ripped apart, he didn't cry when he nearly lost his leg climbing Mount McKinley in Alaska without pants or gear... that's a long story he'd rather not share, and he also wanted to brag he was the first non-native person to climb Mount McKinley, and most likely the only one to do it pantless. But you get the point.
While Jason went into his room and slept Derek was staring at the off-white, chipped, water damaged ceiling, just thinking. He was ripped away from his family again. Wasn't he going to be able to stay with his family longer than three years? Really was it too much to ask? But he wasn't going to whine or cry about it; it was just where the arrow pierced the rabbit. He had such a culture shock when he had come back from the past after, sixish years of knowing what it was like living in the woods and plains, learning how to live in solitude with nature and one other person at times, nothing remotely close to modern technology. As if the shock of his twin now being some odd years younger than him didn't freak him out enough. Ok sure the thing had dropped him back home literally a month after taking him away, but he'd been three before he left. He came back ten years old.
He looked over at the red helmet Jason had left on the table, the white glass not scaring him a bit. His shirt was screwed and the only mask he had was now ruined beyond repair. If he ever got home he was going to need a hell of a lot of money. A lot. 'Least he was away from his mom. Bitch better not be hurting Jackson.
He sat up and turned on the television, trying to do something to pass the time. He was flipping through channels seeing just what was on. Finally he ended up leaving it on NBC and watching a Scottish rugby match. Moffat vs. Lanark. They weren't his favorite teams back home but at least it was some form of rugby. "Couldn't sleep?" Jason asked, sitting down on the arm of the couch.
Derek replied, "Aucun."
"L'insomnie est une salope, hein?" Red Hood joked in French.
"Oui," Demon agreed.
Jason looked over at the younger boy, who was curled up in a ball. "So are you a meta?" He asked, trying to figure out this kid. Who he was. If he ended up staying with Jason, better there weren't that they knew each other. Derek nodded. "Show me what you do." Derek groaned and stood up, yawning. Instead of air, flames came out of his mouth. He turned into a black wolf next, jumping onto the couch. His eyes glowed brightly, and a small black shadowy puppy was laying on Jason's lap, looking up expectantly at him. Slowly the ex-Robin ran his hand over the puppy's floppy ears, finding it surprising soild. Derek turned back into a human as the puppy disappeared. "Not the only things but it takes too much outta me," Derek yawned before hugging the pillow. Within seconds there was the faint sound of Derek breathing evenly, Jason pulled the thin blanket over the twelve year old. His older brother senses kicked in again, like they had when Cassie came along.

Gotham City, New Jersey
3:13 a.m.

Jason and Derek were pearched up on the ledge of a building, looking down on all of Gotham. In their sights was a man dressed in a black constume only a blue v and glove. "Ok Demon, I want you to fight him," Jason told his newly apointed sidekick, pointing at his brother down below. "If you have any problems, I'll cover your ass. Oh and tell him I said hi." Demon Wolf nodded, teleporting down to behind the man. He kicked him in the back, causing him to roll foreward. It took a few seconds for the older man to turn around to face the twelve year old. There was a look of confusion on his face before Derek punched him in the nose.
Dick couldn't see the boy's eyes, or face, since he was wearing a black mask simillar to his own. That didn't stop him from fighting back.
Derek spun around and kicked Nightwing in the jaw, laughing at the older's inablitiy to avoid the very obvious roundhouse kick. The man groaned as he popped his jaw back into place and threw a punch at the kid, which barely caught his arm. Derek disappeared from infront of Nightwing then behind him, sweeping his leg under the older man and knocking him down. "Red Hood says hi," Derek told him before turning and running, jumping off the building and grabbing the fire escape of the other buliding.

Wayne Manor
Gotham City, New Jersey
4:14 a.m.

"Bruce, why is Jason working with somebody? Better question who is he working with?" Dick questioned his superior. "Kid didn't look any older than Tim! Yet he managed to fucking dislocate my jaw! What the hell Bruce? Is it Tim? Did Jason manage to convince him that what he does is ok?"
Bruce glared at his son, pushing gray hairs back into place. "I don't know Dick. It is not Tim, but I don't know who he is. I will find out though," the older hero replied. "Go home, get some rest."

Well you wanted something better man
You wished for something new
Well you wanted something beautiful
Wished to something true
Been looking for a reason man
Something to lose