#It just happened like that lmao

[blakeshaw-oracle]

Al/Finney/Robin/Max foursome where the adults are nervous of hurting their boys at first but in the end they all fuck harder than they ever have in their lives

So, we're just gonna pretend this hasn't been sitting in my inbox for months, right? Right.

Please accept my longer-than-normal drabble as an apology 🙏 (After-writing note: Yeah, I basically wrote an entire oneshot for this... Merry Chrysler!)

Anyway, another NSFT/W one besties! This one ft. our best boys, Max and Robin in the mix!!

The main couples are Al/Finney & Max/Robin but there is a Finney/Robin kiss and Shawcest is there if you use your imagination and context clues 👌✨

Word Count: 3,115

Minors stay back!! Don't make me grab the newspaper 🗞️👿

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They've talked about it before. Not at length, but living in the same house, so close to one another, it's hard not to notice... things...

Al and Max's rooms are right across the hall from each other. The house isn't the most amazing structure in the world, so the walls are pretty thin. It's hard not to notice. Not to hear.

Hell, Max can't even remember the last time that he couldn't hear his brother fucking Finney within an inch of his life from all the way in the living room. The man's headboard is so fucking loud as it bangs against the wall, and Finney isn't exactly the quietest moaner.

It was a little awkward at first, but since then he's been able to either tune it out or... Well...

He's a grown man, okay? He can't help how his body reacts to hearing them go at it like animals nearly every night. Besides, it's not like he isn't already going to hell. He himself is dating Finney's best friend Robin, and they fuck almost just as often. So what if he jacks off to the sounds of his brother and his brother’s boyfriend having sex sometimes?

God, he's fucked up.

Oh well.

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One morning, while both Finney and Robin are still asleep, Max makes his way into the kitchen and is greeted by the smell of freshly roasted coffee. Al is already sitting at the little dining table that barely fits all four of them with the morning paper, humming to himself. Max leisurely makes himself a cup and sits down across from his brother.

Al's hair is all disheveled and slightly tangled in some places. Not having anything better to do, Max just stares at it. At him. When did Al get so grey?

His brother must have noticed, because he asks, "What is it, Max?"

Shit. "Uh-- Nothing, Al. Sorry man."

Al, of course, doesn't buy this. It takes some coaxing, but Max eventually blurts out that his hair is just really messed up today. Luckily for him, Al only laughs, running his fingers through a few tangled strands.

"Ah, yeah. Finney sure does love to yank on it." He says it so casually, like he was just making a comment about the weather or something. Max knows that he and his brother are closer than most, but they rarely talk about their respective sex lives. It's a little strange. But hey, who is Max to really judge?

Soon enough, they both settle into a comfortable back-and-forth. What Al has planned for the week at the hardware store, which R-rated movies Max wants to take Robin to go see, and more of their usual banter. Then, not too long after, Al diverts the conversation.

"Hey, Max. Are you doing anything with Robin tonight? I wanted to ask 'ya something." The other man thinks for a minute and quickly lets his brother know that they were probably just gonna stay in. Nothing special, really.

"Perfect. Finney and I have been talking recently, and we wanted to know if you'd like to join us tonight? If you and Robin are both fine with it, that is."

"Uhh... What? Joi-Join you? Join what?"

Max knows what. He just doesn't want to agree or disagree without knowing if Al is just fucking with him. It's always hard to read his brother.

"Max. You know what," Al begins with a certain knowing lilt to his voice. The man sets down The Denver Post before taking a sip of his coffee, "Look, we know that you like to listen in sometimes. It's alright, we don't mind. I just thought maybe you and Robin would like to actually join us for once. I already talked it over with Finney, and he said he's fine with it."

Max is certain that he's completely dislodged his jaw at the rate that it flies open. "Uh... Al--"

Not paying him any more attention, Al gets up from where he's seated and begins to walk back to his room, coffee in hand. "Why don't you talk to Robin about it and let me know when I get back from work, yeah? I'll tell Finn you're thinking it over." Before Max can even respond, he's gone.

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That’s how Max ends up sat at the foot of his brother’s bed, wearing nothing but his color block patterned boxers. Robin is next to him, pawing at his cock and licking deviously at his neck. A smirk is no doubt painted on his lips.

Al and Finney sit at the head of the bed. It’s hard to see exactly what they’re doing, but Max can fill in the blanks fairly easily. The boy is already in his brother’s lap, both of their lower halves are naked. A perfect parallel to Robin and himself. Finney is rocking his hips and letting out the sluttiest little whines and whimpers Max thinks he’s ever heard.

He swiftly turns his attention to his own little boyfriend when Robin begins to all but yank his boxers down. Right, he needs to focus. Robin gets a little aggressive eager when Max doesn’t give him enough attention.

Max shifts around to allow the boy to pull his boxers the rest of the way down his legs, leaning down to give Robin a kiss for his effort. Once his boxers are fully off, Robin is quick to deepen the kiss, hungrily licking at Max's lips in a silent demand.

Max complies, of course, and opens his mouth for him. The man gently urges Robin to wrap his arms around his neck and then pulls the boy into his lap as well. Robin begins grinding his ass against Max's now bare cock almost immediately, his own boxers still in the way.

It doesn't take long for this to annoy the older of the two; Max slows Robin's grinding and drags the boy's underwear off as well. They part with matching gasps, their cheeks both flushed with exertion.

Max then spares another glance over at Al and Finney. Now, the boy is still in front of his brother, head bowed and panting loudly. Al's arm is moving so fast that Max is actually impressed that Finney hasn't cum yet, being as sensitive as he is.

Max looks back to Robin and brings his arms around the boy's hips that are notably much smaller than his own, hands resting right on the globes of his ass. He makes sure to give a good squeeze that he knows Robin likes and is rewarded with a sweet-sounding moan in his ear. God, Max loves it when Robin makes little noises like that for him.

Eventually, as they both admittedly get lost in each other, Max has worked Robin up to fitting 3 of his fingers in the boy’s hole. The man had made sure to use a little extra lube to allow a more comfortable glide. His small boyfriend is practically clinging to him, nose buried into the crook of Max's neck as he attempts to stifle his own moans.

The man teases him a bit by just barely grazing his middle finger over that little bundle of nerves inside that sends a full body shiver rushing over the boy. Max chuckles at the downright adorable mewl that Robin lets out; he's not supposed to sound so cute when they're doing shit like this.

Max has been occasionally checking in on Al and Finney the whole time. Over the past couple minutes, they've been slowly inching closer and closer without the boys noticing. Now, they're both comfortably fingering their respective lovers in the middle of Al's bed. Getting to hear both Robin and Finney like this surely is a gift, Max thinks to himself. It's even better now that he gets to see them both, too.

He and Al share a glance, confirming that they're ready. Max slows his fingers until he's reached a snail's pace, getting a disgruntled groan from Robin in return. He only shushes the boy as he pulls his fingers all the way out. Next, he pulls Robin out from where he's hiding against his chest and lays the boy down in front of him.

As Max glances over to his brother again, both he and Finney are now completely naked and in a similar position. Finney is laying down against the sheets, and Al is hovering over his small body, leaning down for a rather passionate kiss. Max follows Al's lead and does the same with Robin, pressing the boy down into the mattress with one hand, the other coming up to tangle in his long hair as he dives in for yet another kiss.

The brothers practically move in sync as they slowly creep in between their boyfriends' legs, making room for themselves. Max draws back from the kiss and immediately latches onto Robin's thin neck, sucking harsh bruises into his tan skin. It’s only fair. At the same time, he lines himself up and slowly inches his way into Robin's tight heat.

He's sure to be gentle and take his time. He knows Robin can take it, he's done so many times before, Max just doesn't want to rush this. Not yet. They haven't even gotten to the good part.

Deep in the heat of the moment, his previous feelings of anxiousness about the whole ordeal have all but evaporated. His entire focus is now on Robin and making him feel good. In the back of his mind, he knows that Al is only doing the same for Finney. Being together in the same room, on the same bed, just adds to that.

After all, they never could keep their boys apart for very long. If they took the time to think about it, something like this happening was inevitable.

With a low groan, Max pulls away from Robin’s neck. He takes a moment to admire the dark splotches now decorating the side of his boyfriend’s throat. It sends a thrum of satisfaction flowing through his entire body, knowing that anyone who sees them will know that Robin belongs to him. He’s Max’s pretty boy.

Once again taking note of his brother’s movements in front of him, Max lifts Robin slightly between thrusts to scoot even further towards the center of the bed. He can hear the gravely sounds Al is letting out a lot clearer now. Finney really does like pulling on his hair, huh?

Without much warning, Al is suddenly flipping Finney over. The boy is startled for only a moment before he quickly steadies himself, clambering onto his hands and knees. The older man above him wastes no time in leaning over and pressing him into the bed, forcing his back to arch lewdly. Finney seems to be enjoying it anyway, what with the pathetic warbly mewls he’s easily letting out now. Max’s brother is no doubt aiming for his prostate on every thrust. That’s just the kind of lover he was.

Following Al’s lead as always, Max carefully flips Robin onto his hands and knees as well. He immediately grabs at the boy’s hips, canting them upwards, and picking back up on his thrusting. He decides not to give Robin much time to catch his breath, knowing the boy likes it that way.

“Hah— Shit,” Max lets out. If he’s not careful, he’ll cum a lot sooner than he was hoping.

With the way Robin’s hole is constantly contracting and squeezing his dick, it’s hard to keep his composure. He needs to calm down though, lest their plan be spoiled for the night. Max slows his hips for only a few moments before picking up the pace once more. He does this for a while in an attempt to hold on a bit longer.

Max isn’t exactly expecting what comes out of his brother’s mouth next.

“Look at them, Max. Our good boys,” Al says in between occasional panting. He lifts one of his hands that was previously gripping Finney’s neck and gestures to the two teenagers between them.

“They’re adorable, aren’t they?” He’s clearly aiming at something here.

Max nods before looking up at his brother’s face for the first time tonight. Up until now, he’s just been giving quick glances, never letting himself take in the full view of his brother like this.

Al’s face is ruddy from exertion, and his long, sandy hair is clumped into strands where it sticks to his skin. His chest and arms are glistening with sweat, and his pupils are blown wide as if he’s just taken the best drugs of his life. His chest and arms are glistening with sweat and his pupils are blown wide as if he’s just taken the best drugs of his life. Glancing down at the state of Finney, Max thinks to himself that maybe his brother has.

“Yeah, Al. They’re so fuckin’ cute, huh?” Is the answer he gives. He takes a few deep breaths as he continues his assault on Robin’s insides. He looks back down to see the boy shoving his face into the mattress and gripping hard at the sheets. So beautiful.

“They’d be even cuter together.” Al pointedly comments, nodding over to his brother. “What do you think, Max?”

It admittedly takes Max a second to pick up what Al is putting down. When it all clicks inside his brain, however, Max gives Al a smile and leans back over Robin.

“Hey, baby. Your pal Finney’s lookin’ real lonely over there, don’t ya think?” Max stage whispers into Robin’s ear, moving his long hair out of the way. He waits for Robin to look up and over at his best friend with hazy eyes.

“Why don’t you two hold hands, hm? Then you won’t have to be so lonely anymore.” Al adds, running his hands down Finney’s back, raking his nails across the boy’s milky skin as he does.

They both only get two sluggish nods. It’s all the confirmation that they need, though.

Within seconds, the boys are only inches apart, placed face-to-face by their respective Shaw brother. Taking their cue, they both shakily grab for each other’s hands, locking their fingers together.

Max can see that Finney’s eyes are filled with tears from overstimulation, but even so, he gives his friend a watery smile. He can only imagine Robin is looking much the same.

The man looks back up at his brother and gives a firm nod before continuing.

Just then, both men double down on their efforts. They begin thrusting into their boyfriends with a relentless pace. It shakes the whole bed; Max’s brain barely registers the sound of Al’s headboard slamming into the wall behind him. Good thing their neighbors are away for the week.

Robin and Finney are forced impossibly closer by the harsh thrusts, their heads bobbing back and forth without their permission. Little do they know, that’s exactly what the men want to happen.

By the sounds they’re all letting out, Max can tell none of them are going to last much longer.

Just then, on a particularly harsh thrust from Al, Finney jolts forward and ends up bumping his face into Robin’s. The poor boys are so fucked out that neither of them can move their heads to avoid the collision.

It doesn’t seem to hurt them, since the next time Max looks down at the pair, their lips are locked in a sloppy kiss. Absolutely adorable, just as Al said it would be.

“Fuck— Good boys. You’re both so good.” His mouth moves faster than his brain as he says it. Luckily, it’s well received. The boys begin moaning loudly into each other’s mouths upon hearing him.

God damn it, he’s not gonna last.

Shit, shit—

With a final few thrusts and a deep grunt, Max lets go and cums deep inside Robin. He’s been holding back for most of the day. Ever since he’d talked with the boy after Al went to work and they’d agreed to join the two for the night. It feels like hours before his orgasm calms; it just felt that good.

The movement this causes jostles the boys enough to force their lips to part with a wet smack. Their gasps of surprise echo in the bedroom along with the sound of skin smacking against skin. Max is mostly focused on his boyfriend at the moment, however.

Poor Robin. Even with all the rough treatment, he still hasn’t cum. Not to worry; Max is nothing if not an attentive partner. He gives a few more angled thrusts, aiming for that special bundle of nerves his boyfriend loves so much. Max is sure to also reach a hand around Robin’s tiny waist to grip his little weeping cock and give it a few purposeful strokes to the rhythm of his thrusts.

Within seconds, Robin is obeying his silent command and cumming all over the sheets below him. The boy squeezes his friend’s hands harshly as he does. Neither seem to mind or even notice.

“That’s it, babe. Good boy.” Max compliments earnestly. After all, he deserved it.

Coupled with the steady rubbing of the man’s large hands against his bare back, Robin comes down from his high easily. Times like these are when Max’s presence and calming nature are appreciated the most by his boyfriend.

Checking in on Al and Finney, Max notes that they’re both in much the same position. Finney is practically crumpled under himself with Al above him petting his hair and whispering into his ear.

Both of their little lovers are clearly down for the count. They’ve both since let go of each other’s hands and slumped down onto the bed.

“Hey, Al.” Max calls to his brother softly.

When he gets his attention, Max tilts his head to the side to signal that it’s time.

Al seems to agree and begins to gather Finney into his arms without saying a word. Max does the same, carefully getting his arms under Robin’s back and knees before lifting him slightly off of the bed.

Both men position their boys to lay next to each other in the center of the bed, heads on the two pillows at their disposal. They then slowly settle behind their respective boys, cuddling them from behind. It’s a little snug, but they’ve all been in smaller spaces before.

Looking over Robin’s shoulder, Max sees that Finney is knocked out, and Robin is no doubt asleep too. So adorable.

After getting a bit more comfortable, Max chuckles sleepily to no one and turns his gaze to Albert.

“We’re all gonna need showers after this.”

He doesn’t hear his brother’s response before he swiftly drifts off to sleep himself.

- εϊз

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Scott Cawthon’s version of FNAF Burntrap..

[thesoftboiledegg]

[basslinegrave]

pin-up

b&w originals

[juniemunie]

[Abandoned by the Lightners, his heart became cracked with hatred.]

Hitting a lil' too close to home?

[moodyvoid]

Thinking about how canonically Shigaraki takes the time to print out photos of people.

Imagine he’s trying to tell you about Bakugo or Izuku and he whips out a photo to show you, but he reaches into the wrong pocket and it’s just a picture of you he stole from your instagram and printed out to carry around with him bc you look pretty and he’s like “Fuck, wrong photo— forget you saw that.”

[kagoutiss]

dreemurr family physician

[8pxl]

since AI has gotten prolific posting art on social media has been so fun 🤪

[0fps]

JANE DOE ❖ undercover r&b

The big bad daddy who cussed you out every day is gone and yet you still miss him. What are you, a bunch of daddy's boys?

[gen-toon]

[chio-chan2artbox]

Step Forward - Part 3 They are going on a date!!!

100 reblogs -> I will start working on part 4 (final chapter) 150 reblogs -> I will do 2 chapters for their date instead of 1

Part 1, Part 2 Check out my tags for fun facts XD

Kofi

[choccy-milky]

finally drew clora and seb's kids!!🙌🙌

Celeste Sallow: OK THIS IS THE NAME IM SUPER PROUD OF BAHAHA because not only does the name celeste relate to the stars (in typical ravenclaw fashion...clora picked the name) but celeste sallow is also an alliteration. BUT, its an alliteration that begins with a C, which means clora gets to match with celeste in the form of both of their names starting with a C, whereas sebastian gets to match with celeste because both of their names are an alliteration/they're alliteration allies🥹ITS THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS!🥳

Lewis Sallow: as for lewis, if you've read my fic then you know that seb has a vendetta against names that start with an L bahaha, but 'lewis' was actually HIS idea. when celeste was born, seb wanted to find a muggle story to read to her, since clora's favourite story is ALSO a muggle one (sherlock), and he wanted to stick with tradition. so he ended up finding alice in wonderland, which he loved because of how adventurous and clever alice was and of how much she reminded him of clora and celeste (both personality and looks wise). it became his favourite for those reasons, to the point that when they had lewis, sebastian overcame his L-name hatred by naming their son after lewis carroll.

Houses: celeste could have been sorted into either gryffindor or slytherin, but ultimately ends up in slytherin because she wants to be like seb. kinda like how clora also probably could have been in gryffindor, tbh. as for lewis.....him being 10000% in ravenclaw doesnt need any explanation BAHA, just look at him.

Appearance: since clora has a tiny bit of veela blood in her, thats obvs passed down to their kids, too, and so they mostly take after her as a result of it. but there's still little bits of seb that shine through in each of the kids: for lewis its his brown curly hair, and for celeste its her complexion/freckles. and the fact that celeste looks so similar to clora only doubles up sebastian's stress/protective instincts when he watches her BAHAH. he's ofc still proud that she takes after him so closely, but seb also cant deny that he wishes it had been their SON that had taken after him instead, to keep her out of danger.

Celeste & Lewis: for celeste and lewis’ relationship, celeste is a super proud big sister, and treats lewis kinda like how seb treats clora. if there's anything that needs to be done, she offers to do it for him. and although she doesn’t have the patience to read stories herself, she loves playing outside and having lewis read to her in the background, and loves to act out/use his stories to fuel her imagination. and lewis makes sure to pick stories that he KNOWS she’ll like (which mostly involve heroic and daring feats of adventurers or pirates. he's tried to read more classic fairytales and romances to her a few times, but celeste always gets bored). she loves to draw though, so sometimes when lewis reads books that have no pictures, she'll draw them herself.

Celeste & Seb/Clora: celeste is a daddy's girl LOL and always tries to impress seb with the stuff she does, especially after hearing how HE was at her age, and so its half to impress and half because shes competitive that she wants to do the same/be just as good. and seb always gets a kick out of hearing her feats in the crossed wands club, or in defense against the dark arts class, and he also goads her on, telling her she'll have to do better than that if she wants to be as good as HE was. and whenever celeste gets detention, clora always stresses and asks why, whereas seb just tries to keep the smirk off his face. as for celeste and clora, clora also reads to celeste, and bakes and cooks with her, which is something celeste actually likes doing. not only because it keeps her busy and she likes to help and get messy in general, but also because she likes the fact that it results in good food afterwards LOL, and constantly asks when things can be taken out of the oven. also, for as tomboy-y as celeste is, she honestly doesn't mind/likes the clothing that clora puts her in and likes when clora dresses her up, bc it makes her look like one of the princesses from the storybooks, and it just amuses her more than anything else. once she enters hogwarts, though, its mostly trousers. but she still DOES like the occasional girly clothing.

Lewis & Seb/Clora: lewis is a momma's boy LOL and unlike celeste, doesnt care about duelling or of proving himself or anything like that, and is only concerned with stories and his future studies. so ofc clora had to show him sherlock, which he naturally loved. it even inspired lewis to want to write his own stories, so that he could challenge his own skill and see if he could, but also because he wants his mom to read them, and likes the idea of writing his own sherlock-esque story with equations and mysteries to be solved that he can offer her. lewis also wants to write a book for celeste as well, bc although he wont admit it, he basically wants to write a story tailor-made for her and her interests. one that he thinks will have everything she’d love in it. and part of it is genuinely because he WANTS to do it for her, but the other part of it is also for his ego, and to see if he CAN write a compelling story, and write something that would actually get THE hyperactive celeste to sit down and read it in its entirety (not to mention of her own volition). as for with seb, lewis looks up to him more than anyone else, due to how well-rounded he is and how hes so good at practical stuff AND studying, and he kinda sees seb as a main character/protagonist from one of his books, and uses sebastian as inspiration for his own stories. if hes stuck on what he thinks the dashing main character should do next, he'll ask his dad what HE would do, which results in seb getting very weird questions that he nonetheless is always happy to answer. also, when lewis is older and finally learns the full story of what happened with clora and seb and ranrok and rookwood, he writes their story in novel form, except he just changes their names/some of the details, and it becomes a best seller LOL. and i didnt know where to put this, but the four of them all read a story before bed every night, with lewis in the middle and seb and clora on either side of him. though celeste stands at the foot of the bed, basically doing a charade/mime show of what theyre reading, and putting on a little play to go along with it BAHHA.

OK thats all i can think of for now ive yapped enough😩 if youve read all of this ur a real one.... ive also considered giving them a 3rd (and last) child, which would be a boy that looks exactly like seb, and seb would just be praying like please.....let this son take after me🧎‍♂️🙏 BAHHA

[onionninjasstuff]

[kettlefire]

As Good as Good Gets (DP X DC Snippet)

Richard "Dick" Grayson is the golden child. In the eyes of the public, and in the eyes of the league. Dick is a sweet, caring son, a man who went from being a sidekick to being a hero. The pipeline from Robin to Nightwing had many people applauding his dedication to keeping Gotham safe.

No one knew the full story, not truly. No one but Bruce Wayne himself. And maybe a certain butler. Many don't know that Dick only became Robin to stop him from hunting down and killing the man who killed his parents.

No one really knows about the harsh fights and arguments he has had with Bruce. The times when Dick would find himself cut off from the Wayne name for a week or so. No one knows that the first person Dick warmed up to was Alfred. Having been bribed with cookies.

Things weren't always this good, trusting, happy relationship between Bruce and Dick. It had been a rough ride, a complicated one. But that was okay, because it got better.

Dick stopped being so moody and angsty. He grew up, he learned, and he changed. He became an older brother, found people that needed him. Needed him in a way that the citizens of Gotham didn't need him.

His brothers like to call him annoying. A goody two shoes who Bruce trusted more than everyone else. They couldn't fathom how someone like Dick could be so stupid and bubbly at all times.

All times, except when shit hits the fans. Despite the name calling, despite coining Dick as the stupid Wayne. They all knew better. They knew that when it mattered, Dick Grayson always pulled through. He was a force to be reckoned with when needed.

The whole Wayne family was a force to be reckoned with when called for. It didn't have to be under the guise of costumes and vigilante acts. Whether he was Officer Grayson or Nightwing, Dick was a man with his morals and values.

One night on patrol as Officer Grayson, Dick found someone who needed that force. A force willing to protect and care for the innocent. The hurt. The damaged, yet still good.

It started like any other night. A call of shots fired by an empty warehouse. There was no sighting or knowledge of any rouges being there, so Dick took the call. Told the team he'll contact them if it seems more than just a civilian incident.

The warehouse was dark, reeked of copper and oil. It didn't take long for Dick to find the trail. The liquid he found looked like the person had been dragged before walking. There was a clear struggle, even with the mess and emptiness that was the warehouse.

That wasn't Dick's biggest concern. The concern lay in just how much blood there was. Too much for any normal person to lose and still manage to stumble through the warehouse.

It wasn't just blood. It wasn't that much, but Dick could spot the strangeness in the liquid. The mixed in green that had an eerily similar color and glow as a certain pit.

Without thinking, Dick followed the trail. Barely remembering to make contact with his family. Give them an update on what he found. Words telling him to stay put for backup went in one ear and out the other.

Something in Dick's gut was telling him he couldn't wait. He needed to find the source. Whoever was currently bleeding out in this warehouse. He silenced the comm, moving further through the dimly lit building.

Then Dick found it. Or more so, he found him. It was just a boy. A boy that reminded Dick too much of the youngest Wayne. A boy sat against a wall, looking pale and weak.

Red and green coated the front of the boy's shirt, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. An attempt to stem the bleeding. A puddle had already started to form beneath the boy, and Dick moved without thinking once again.

He quickly found himself kneeling beside the boy, hands carefully reaching out. Before Dick even touched him, the boy flinched. Eyelids suddenly opened, wide and terrified blue eyes landed on Dick's.

In just that one look, Dick knew what he had to do. The haunting, terrified, and pained look in the boy's eyes told Dick everything he needed to know. The boy was in danger. Someone had hurt this kid, and it was clear it wasn't the first time.

The boy struggled weakly against Dick's touch, terrified whimpers, and barely coherent pleas spilled from the kid's lips. It had Dick's heart aching, clear as day the poor kid has been through hell and back.

It took a lot of reassurance, gentle touches, and promises of help before the kid let Dick take a look at the bleeding wound. A promise on Dick's soul had been the final thing that earned him any semblance of trust. A strange promise, but Dick was willing to make it.

That concern turned to pure anger the moment Dick managed to pull the sticky shirt away from the wound. The sight of a Y-incision cut perfectly into the skin, stitches tight on the skin, but blood still leaking heavily from the wound.

It didn't take long for Dick to realize why. Despite the perfect surgical care of the wound, a good couple of stitches had broken. Leaving gaping spots for that red and green liquid to pour out of.

The boy was deathly silent, tears streaking down his cheek as wide blue eyes stayed trained on Dick. In that moment, Dick knew he had to help. Had to get the kid to safety, patch him up, and find out what kind of monster would do this.

It didn't matter if the kid was human or not. It didn't matter if the kid had special abilities or not. No one, absolutely no one, deserved to be vivisected.

The kid was shrouded in mystery, but that mystery only seemed to grow and become clearer when Bruce had entered the scene. The boy had tensed, eyes flashing a bright glowing green.

Lazarus pit green.

It set a pit of dread in Dick's gut. His mind brings forward memories of Jason. Jason, after his revival, after his dip in that cursed pit. The same flash that his brother would get if he got too angry. Too emotional.

As much as Dick wanted to focus on finding who did this, if it had any connection to Ra's al Ghul. He couldn't. Not when the kid tried to get up, to pull away as Bruce and the others made their way closer.

Right now, Dick only cared about making sure the boy was okay. Fixing those stitches, getting him a meal, and a warm bed.

He needed to get this kid someplace where he felt safe and secure. Comfortable and protected. Dick wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the promise he had made, but he wasn't letting anyone get to the kid.

That included his family. As strange as it seemed, Dick put himself between the others and the kid. Shooting them all a glare that they had only ever seen a handful of times.

Dick lifted the poor boy up in his arms, cradling the crying child close as he led the way out of the warehouse. Ignoring the questions or confusion coming from Bruce and the others. As Dick walked, feeling the trembling boy clinging to him, he made a rather obvious realization.

Maybe the eldest son really was more like Bruce than he expected. Just a few short moments the the boy, a boy that Dick didn't know his name, and he was ready to pull out adoption papers. To give the boy a safety he so desperately needs.

Give him the chance that Bruce had given him all those years ago.