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Dick cackles gleefully as he flies over the streets of Gotham. He lands in the alley across from where Bruce had the Batmobile parked and slinks over toward the car. Dick freezes when he spots a small figure hunched over the rear passenger tire. He quickly blends into the shadows of the street and takes stock of the situation. The car was missing one tire already and it looked like the figure over the tire was about halfway through getting the second one-off. Before Dick has made his mind up, Bruce lands and walks over to the figure and picking them up by the scruff of their shirt.
The kid starts kicking Dick is startled to find that they are even younger than he had initially thought. “I admire your guts, kiddo.” Bruce tells the kid, “Now, you’re going to put the tires back on and then I’ll drive you home.”
“Fuck you!” the kid spits with no small amount of venom, “‘Sides, you’d have a hard time dropping me off at the graveyard or Blackgate!”
Dick can visibly see Bruce soften, although very few are able to understand his tells. Dick slinks out of the shadows and appears by Bruce’s side, eliciting another round of curses from the kid. “Awww, B, can we keep him?”
“Screw you!” the kid hisses, “I’m not a stray dog!”
“Robin,” Bruce gently chides, “we’ll take him to the foster facility on Throckmorton.”
“Like hell you will!” the kid renews his struggles, “I’d never go back there! Last time I was there, one of the adults that were supposed to take care of us decided that they’d rather sell us for some pocket change!”
The line of Bruce’s mouth hardens, “I promise you that I’ll look into that. In the meantime, you will be coming back with us.”
“Baby brother?!” Dick cheers, “Awww, you’re getting me a baby brother!”
The kid stops his struggling and stares at Dick, concern written across his face. “First of all, what the fuck? Second, you’re actually the Bat’s son?”
Dick pouts, “I want to have a little brother. My older brother teases me all the time, so having someone younger gets me out of that teasing.” The kid highly doubts Dick’s logic and tells him so. Batman levels a stern glare at Dick for revealing so much about their personal lives in a public setting. Dick shrugs, unrepentant, and hopefully repeats, “Little brother?”
The kid gapes in shock when Bruce replies, “Only if he wants to be. Otherwise, we’ll take him to Leslie’s clinic for the evening.”
Dick turns his hopeful eyes upon the younger boy. Suddenly shy, the boy asks, “You’d let me live with you? Just like that?”
“How long have you been out on the streets?” Bruce asks instead.
The kid shrugs, “Maybe three months. But you’d let me live with you?”
“Only if you agreed. I’m not forcing you to do anything. Robin is excellent at judging a person’s character.”
The kid takes another look before turning back to Bruce, “Uh, yes, then.”
Dick screeches in excitement and rushes over to the boy, pulling him into a hug. “I’m so excited to have a little brother!!” Bruce’s lips slip into a tiny smile. Dick drags the kid inside of the car and settles him in the center of the bucket seat. Bruce quickly replaces the tires of the car before following the boys inside.
“What’s your name?” Dick asks in excitement, once they were on their way back to Wayne Manor.
“Jason,” he replies, smiling awkwardly at Dick. “What do I call the both of you?”
“We’ll tell you more when we get back home,” Bruce promises, “We don’t want to give anything away when we’re not in our secure home base.”
“What? You gonna take me to a cave?” Jason laughs.
Dick smirks, “Actually, yes.”
“You’re serious?” Jason scrunches his nose up in disbelief. “You actually live in a cave?”
“Of course not,” Dick laughs, “we live above the cave.”
“Right, sure,” Jason replies, sounding done with the situation, “I just got caught trying to steal the tires of this fancy car and now I’m living with the goddamn Batman.”
Dick tuts, “We’re gonna have to break you of swearing. Agent A isn’t a fan of kids swearing.”
“Oh, sure,” Jason repeats as he leans further into the seat, “This is insane.” Dick simply cackles in reply.