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magickhajiit · 3 months ago

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Boy Wonder No More

Chapter 1

Summary-

Tim Drake has been Robin for years. Its a secret he holds close to his chest. Unfortuanatly for him the truth has a way of revealing itself in the worst moments. And Amanda 'The Wall' Waller has decided Batman's proteges, the Boy Wonder and Nightwing, have more use under her thumb than they do out flying through the dark streets of Gotham.

---------- Also known as Tim Drake and Dick Grayson join the Suicide Squad.

Rating - T

Chalk lines jumble together as Tim slumps at his desk, Shakespeare’s words melt into white noise as he watches the clock, its arms moving with the urgency of a pensioner counting their coins at a store checkout. Either three minutes or three hours ago the clock had struck two. Giving him ninety minutes till the bell screeches in the hall and about four hundred and eighty minutes till he’s flying through the dark streets of Gotham.

When the professor’s clipped voice stops Tim buries his head into his book, his bangs blocking his view of the clock and his pencil teasing the edge of the blank page. The bite of a lead pencil into his skin keeps his eyes from drooping further as he nipples at his inside cheek.

Only a few years separate his teacher and her students, a fact that she compensates for a no-nonsense attitude and a severe bun. Mrs Miller is a newly Wed who just moved from the state of Nevada after studying for three years. Her father’s a big-time banker, with connections in New York, giving her first access to a faculty spot in Gotham State Academy. According to a mixture of private emails and transfer papers courtesy of the Bat Computer. Not that Tim is meant to look, but some stalker-like habits are harder to drop than others.

‘’Timothy Drake.’’ With her non-vigilante background in mind, Tim mentally kicks himself when he starts at the sound of his name. She’s managed to sneak behind him, so close he can see how her chalk-stained fingers have smudged a hint of green onto her dark skin. Hopefully, she rubs it off before her four PM meeting.

‘’Uh- Yes.’’ Subconsciously, Tim splays a hand over his empty page.

Her green eyes don’t flick downward, focusing over his shoulder, ‘’As I just stated these gentlemen are here to see you.’’

Unease running through him Tim follows her gaze, landing on the men in the door. Both are wearing pressed black slacks and ties, their eyes shielded by black glasses. Hints of grey have started to invade the hair of the first man. The second stands inches behind him, looking like he wanted to barge into the room first but was foiled. His form is almost satirical in its stature, the empty doorway space left by the first agent has been consumed by the second. ‘’Right. Sorry.’’ When Tim stuffs his work into his backpack no one speaks up to correct his assumption. The gaze of his classmates burns a hole through his blazer as he walks to meet them, the door closing in his wake.

Despite a warning bell blaring in his mind, he plasters on his best Timothy Drake smile when he asks, ‘’Can I ask what this is about.’’

‘’We need you to come with us, son.’’ The older man speaks first his speckled military-style moustache wiggles as he talks.

‘’Not until I know what this is about.’’ Deep in his pockets, his hand tightened to fists, nails embedding. He pushes a joke past his lips, its intent to disarm. ‘’My parents did warn me about stranger danger after all’’

Moustache man cracks a grin and for a split second, Tim thinks he’s won. ‘’If you tweet any louder than that you might cause a scene. And that’s not going to end well for any of us. Capesh.’’ When the second guy opens his mouth Tim can hear a slight whistle, and when he sneers he flashes empty gums and sparse teeth.

Tweeting. Maybe it's a coincidence. Maybe not. ‘’Sorry. I didn’t mean any disrespect I’m just curious.’’ Placatingly Tim raises his hands, taking note of the flintch that crosses the men’s faces.

‘’Curiosity killed the cat you know.’’ The hand that lands on his shoulder propels his body down the corridor, his fingers embedding marks that will likely blossom into bruises before the next sunrise. Just as Tim’s thanking God third period hadn’t yet finished the boy shuffles around the corner, his gaze locked onto the device clutched in his hand. With a teenage sixth sense, he knows to glance up moments before collision. His eyes widen like saucers as he takes sight of Tim.

‘’So it's true.’’ Tim thinks he might take double math with the boy but he’s not too sure. Before he can question and feed that voice in his head warning him the phone plucked out of the boy’s hand, earphones trailing behind, and crushed beneath the heel of a recently polished office shoe. ‘’ Hey. You can’t do that. I have rights.’’

The meaty hand that propels him forward is quickly replaced by a grip on the back of his neck, the pressure almost reassuring. ‘’Stay Calm and don’t struggle. You don’t need to make this any worse.’’ The older man guides him faster down the hall, but not before he sees the giant agent lift the boy a few inches from the floor, held aloft by the lapels of his own blazer. Robin knows at least a few dozen ways to untangle himself from the hold, another dozen ways to drop the agents and be out of the building before their bodies hit the ground. Timothy Drake however knows none.

Bright rays of sun leave him blinded for a moment when they burst through the front doors and only by habit does he manage the following steps without tumbling. Already he knew not to expect to be led to the principal’s office. Whatever this was, was bigger than a detention. Still, the black special ops van that’s rolled up to the school’s front doors is a surprise, as are the armed men surrounding it. ‘’Wait there’s been a mistake.’’ One hand dives into his pocket, digging around he presses the help button moments before his hands are wrenched behind his back.

‘’Sure there has.’’ Gum Guy was back, now forcing him forward into the awaiting open doors of the van. Two armed guards are already occupying the space within, not reacting even as Tim is forced to his knees between them. The chains that are resting on the van’s floor are quickly wrapped around his wrists, keeping his hands at the same level as his knees. As he’s trussed up he puts up a token protest at best, still hoping there is still a secret identity he's protecting. Though he takes satisfaction at hearing a grunt as he stabs backward with a sharp elbow, hitting a softness that promises a stomach hit. ‘’I hope I didn’t ruffle your feathers too much today, birdy boy.’’ The van’s doors slam closed as Tim’s throat runs dry.

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ashboy-3 · 11 months ago

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To Know Your Family Chapter 1

Summary: Bruce is gone and the boys have become orphans again. The day of the funeral Bruce's will was read to everybody. He asked that his sons go to stay with his brother if he allowed it. He asked Alfred that of he wanted to he could leave, but if not then to go with the boys as he did not want to put such a heavy burden on him. Alfred could never leave those kids alone, even if they were going to someone else. Who is this mysterious brother by the way. why no one else but the one and only Tony Stark.

April 30, 20XX

“You’re time is up Batsy!” Joker laughed as he held a button.

“I think you forget that I won’t go down easy,” Batman stepped carefully, making sure to be weary of any stray traps.

“That’s the fun of this one! We’re going down together!” Joker laughed as he was able to catch Batman in a crazy hug, instantly pushing the button.

“What was that noise?” Nightwing asked, worry in his voice through the comms.

“Sounds like it came from the barge” Red Robin’s reply was instant.

“That’s where Bats was checking out tonight,” Red Hood added in the conversation.

“Everyone meet at the barge. Find Batman,” Nightwing was quick to order everyone while everyone tried to get a replay.

“Guys I’m not getting a replay on comms. Something must be wrong,” Batgirl was panicking.

“Calm down. Who’s closest towards the barge?” Nightwing asked.

“I’m two minutes out. I’ll be there in one,” Hood was quick to replay.

“I’m already here,” Red Robin announced.

“Robin? Little Wing? Where are you?” Nightwing was yelling into the comm.

“I can’t find Father,” Robin’s broken voice spoke through the comms after a few minutes of silence.

“The scene is a mess. GCPD has arrived,” Red Robin informed.

“Batgirl are you on the scene?” Nightwing was trying to figure out how to handle the situation.

“I just arrived. You’re the last one.”

“Okay, Batgirl handle Gordon. Hood get Robin out of there. Red you’re with me and we’re searching the scene.”

Everyone was quick to reply to Nightwing’s orders. Red Robin and Nightwing spent the night searching the barge. It was halfway through the night when Red Robin called in an alert from the other side of the site.

“You found something?” Nightwing asked, jumping down from the unsteady bars to join his brother.

“The Joker is dead. I don’t see Bats anywhere, but Wing, this is B’s arm and leg,” Red Robin pointed out the separated limbs covered in black cloth and stained with dark dried blood.

“I’m going to have to talk to Gordon,” Nightwing sighed as what happened finally got to him.

“Dick?” Tim asked, taking a step back, trying to get the logic right in his head.

“It’s going to be okay. Meet in the cave in the morning. Don’t tell Jay about the Joker just yet. Let me be the one to tell him,” Dick sighed, suddenly feeling the weight of the world on him.

“I won’t tell him,” Tim assured his older brother as his hand went to his ear. “Red Robin reporting. Everyone is to go back to the cave. Meeting in the morning.”

“Where’s Wing?” Batgirl was quick to ask.

“I’m here BG. I have to talk to Gordon. I’ll be there as soon as I’m done,” Nightwing promised as he and his brother separated, Tim going home and Nightwing landing on the top of the GCPD building, knowing that at this point they would have gone back, waiting on the Bat report.

“No big bad Bat tonight?” Gordon asked, standing on the roof, drinking his coffee.

“The Joker is dead,” Nightwing said calmly and carefully, seeing Jim spit his drink out in surprise as he looked at the younger vigilante.

“Are you sure?”

“Batman is presumed dead. We didn’t find a body, but we found two missing limbs; an arm, and a leg. From what we understand Joker was holding Bruce Wayne hostage, just another way to mess with Batman. A bomb went off killing the three in the process. Bruce Wayne’s body was not found, but he is presumed dead,” Nightwing explained.

“Wing?” Gordon asked.

“I know. We’ll keep the bat quiet as long as we can.”

“We’ve worked together for years, not as long as me and the bat, but I still remember the day that you first showed up as Robin. I think that I know you better than you think.”

“Is there a point that you’re trying to make Gordon?” Nightwing asked harshly.

“No need to bite my head off. I know you don’t want to be Batman, but we both know that Gotham needs him. What are you and the others going to do?”

“We’re going to keep Batman alive. Don’t worry about us, Gordon. We’ve all dealt with loss before,” Nightwing assured with a tight smile as he dispersed off of the roof.

“That doesn't mean it gets any easier,” Gordon whispered into the night, deciding if he was going to sit on a roof by himself and drink coffee on any night, it would be tonight. He can call the mayor in the morning.

“What’s going on Dick?” Barbara asked the second Nightwing entered the cave, a frown on his face.

“Master Dick. How wonderful to see you! Is Master Bruce having another late late night?” Alfred asked, walking in with a tray of coffee and tea, making Dick look at the ground.

“I didn’t tell anyone,” Tim said softly holding his arm, looking down at the ground, trying to keep the tears in.

“The Joker is dead. He’s not coming back,” Dick informed all of his family.

“So Bruce finally gained the balls to kill him!” Jason cheered, Dick didn’t yell at his brother for how he was acting, they didn’t know. He saw Tim grip his arm tighter, wanting to say something, wanting to defend Bruce’s honor, but he knows Jason will soon regret it himself.

“While no body was found, Tim found a severed arm and leg that is to be assumed to be Bruce’s. I informed the GCPD tonight that Bruce and Batman are both to be presumed dead,” Dick said softly, but everyone heard, Alfred dropped his tray in shock.

“No!” Alfred shouted.

“I’m sorry. He never called for Backup, and we were not aware at the time that he was dealing with the Joker. While there is a possibility that he can be alive, by the amount of blood found at the site it is not likely. Everyone prepares yourselves. Bruce’s funeral will be a closed casket, and we have to put on a show for the public,” Dick ordered everyone, grabbing Alfred’s shoulder to help the elderly man up, not letting him clean the mess.

“Go upstairs, Alfred. I’ll clean it up.” Dick assured him.

“Why do we have to put on a show for the fucking public!” Jason yelled.

“You don’t! You’re still dead!” Tim yelled at him.

“Father can’t be-”

“I’m gonna go home. . .I’m so sorry boys” Babara left in a hurry, tears in her eyes.

“Let her go. She’s about to get the same talk from her father,” Dick was quick to stop his brothers from grabbing her.

“Who’s going to tell the JL?” Tim asked.

“I’m going to do it tomorrow. After the press conference. Just be brave?” Dick asked a small smile on his face, Jason just scoffed as he stomped up the stairs.

“Give him time. For now, the city will be in shock, even the villains. No mask till after the funeral,” Dick ordered as he sat down in the main chair of the bat computer and sighed. Logging in he found the Joker’s file and edited it to be deceased.

May 1, 20XX

“Richard.”

“Hamilton Hill,” Dick greeted with a sad smile, as he helped the young Wayne out of the car.

“I’m terribly sorry. I heard the news,” Hamilton patted him on the back.

“It’s a sad day for all of Gotham,” Dick agreed, walking up the back of the stage.

“Are you’re brothers not coming?”

“They agreed that they should stay home. It was a shock to us. If we had it our way we would wait for the press conference or not hold one at all,” Dick spoke sadly as he saw a welcomed familiar face.

“Dick! I heard the news! I’m so sorry!” Jim Gordon was quick to shake Dick’s hand.

“Wish it was under better circumstances,” Dick shook his hand.

“Don’t we all,” Jim agreed.

“Let’s not keep the public waiting. The tabloids have already been running rumors,” Hill gestured to the scene.

“After you,” Dick agreed, fixing his tie as a way to calm him down.

“Good morning, Gotham City. I know many of you are wondering why this emergency preconference was called. Last night we lost a valued member of our community, the White Knight of Gotham, Bruce Wayne. Joining me today are Commissioner Jim Gordon and his oldest son Richard Grayson-Wayne,” Hamilton Hill stepped aside to let the others join him.

The camera flashed violently as the two walked on the stage, people screaming for answers. News reports looking for a story, but all the citizens agreed that today was a sad day indeed.

“Thank you, Mayor Hill. Last night it was confirmed that Joker had kidnapped Bruce Wayne, only to alert Batman and Batman only of what he had done. He was warned not to tell anyone, or he would end Mister Wayne. Batman showed up on the scene but turns out it was a lie. The Joker had rigged a bomb and let it go off killing both him and Wayne in the process. I will take three questions before letting Richard take over.

“Commissioner! How will Harley Quinn react now that the Joker is gone?”

“Harley has been in Arkham for the past three months and at this time is unaware that the Joker has passed. We have taken notice that in the past year, she has been more distant from the Joker. We think this will only affect her by making her more independent. Next.”

“Why did Batman let the Joker die? Is Batman now accepting killing as a way of punishment?”

“No. Batman informed the GCPD that he did his absolute best to stop anything tragic from happening, trying his best to keep everything to property damage only. He appeared on the scene and without hesitation Joker grabbed Wayne and pushed the button letting the bombs around him go off. We believe that his plan was to take the Bat out with him but failed. Last Question.”

“Is Batman dead?”

“Batman is not dead. He is still living and alive, but he is heavily injured. The GCPD does still plan to work with him and his team, but we understand if he does not show up for a few days to heal. That’s all the questions I’m willing to answer. Please welcome Richard,” Gordon finished talking, shaking, and giving Wayne a hug as they swapped spots.

“Thank you, Mayor Hill and Commissioner Gordon. As some of you may have noticed I am here alone. My brothers preferred to grieve in the silence of Wayne Manor. We are doing as well as we could be after losing our father. Bruce took me in when I was nine. He was there the night my parents died and took me in. I will not lie and say that it was easy for either of us. Parenting is a challenge and Bruce bravely took on that challenge for a broken boy who could barely speak English. I owe Bruce a great deal as does my brothers and most of Gotham.

The funeral will be private, for family and friends only, but we will be holding a candlelight vigil for two days open to the public. Everyone is welcome from Crime Alley, Gotham Heights, to the Hills. We invite everyone. We do not yet have a location, but it will be opened in three days' time. We, the Wayne family, invite everyone and anyone, all of Gotham to show your support. This is a sad day, but my family intends to go through it as Bruce taught us to. We will be Brave. We will remember him. We will honor his name. Questions?” almost immediately the cameras were flashing and microphones were so close to being shoved in his face.

“Grayson! What will happen to Wayne Industries now that Bruce has passed on?”

“Lucius Fox, one of Bruce’s most trusted friends. Will be taking over as CEO temporarily until I have finished college and can take over. He has agreed to keep us in the loop about what is going on. If any major changes are going to happen Lucius has agreed to give us a call or drop by the manor to talk to us about it first. Wayne Industries will still be in the Wayne Family and still providing as it has done for many years. Next”

“How does it feel to be head of the family now that Bruce is gone?”

“The head of the family is and always has been Bruce’s dear friend Alfred Pennyworth. Bruce has always told us that he would not be where he was today without him. This holds true now that he has passed. Next”

“Will you and your brothers be sent to orphanages or separate homes now that your main guardian has passed? Damian Wayne is the only blood son after all.”

Dick fully glared at the guy but held his cool. “While the will has not yet been read, Bruce has always assured us that if anything were to happen, he would not separate us, blood son or not. Bruce cared for all of us as if we were his blood, not just his youngest. No matter how many fights we had with him, he assured us that we were welcome back. If I had to assume I would say that we will be in the care of Alfred Pennyworth. I’ll take one more question.”

“Are you happy now that Bruce is dead you can take over his company freely?”

“No more questions,” Jim was quick to step in, as he pushed a wide-eyed Dick off of the stage. “We thank you all for coming. Information on the candlelight will be posted on Gotham’s welcome page later today.”

“You okay Richard?” Hill asked gently.

“I’ll be fine. Bruce always tried to warn us about how ruthless the vultures could be, but it never prepares you for when they actually ask the questions to your face,” Dick assured him.

“You handled yourself well. Bruce would be proud. Go on home and spend time with your family. The council will take care of the candlelight,” Hill assured him.

“But we can still help,” Dick tried to fight him.

“Bruce has done many things for this community, let the community give back just this once. You and your brothers make an appearance and we will handle the rest. Your father just died, that takes a toll on someone,” Hill grabbed his shoulder.

“Yeah. We’ll go and take a break. The Will still needs to be read,” Dick’s breath was heavy as he sighed. Saying his goodbyes to the government employees he got back in his car, dreading his meeting with the Justice League.

Dick didn’t even have five minutes to himself before his phone started blowing up with different heroes asking him questions. Taking a deep breath, he sent one text in the heroes group chat that was set up years ago for shits and giggles, but now getting an actual use.

Meeting at JL HQ. Will explain -Nightwing

“Dick the Justice League is-” Tim started as Dick held a hand up.

“I know Tim. Ignore their questions. I just sent a message in the group chat. Let me take care of anything. The message will get passed to everyone eventually,” Dick assured him. “Damian still hasn’t come out of his room?”

“Not since we got back last night. I don’t think he’s handling this well,” Tim looked down, wanting badly to grab his heart and throw it on the ground. He wanted to feel as bad as Jason and Damian did. He wanted to feel the hurt that Dick felt for their foster father, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t produce one single tear. If anything that thought made him even more sad. It didn’t stop how terrible he felt in his head. He hated this situation. He wants Bruce back, but knows that’s not possible. Once someone is gone their not coming back, even if they are Batman.

“Something wrong Tim?” Dick asked softly, looking his brother in the eyes.

“I can’t cry! I miss Bruce! I want Bruce back! I don’t want him to be dead and the thought hurts! But my tears won’t come out. I don’t have this feeling of dread that everyone in this house seems to have and I want that! I don’t know why I don’t feel horrible like the rest of you!” Tim stressed.

“Hey calm down,” Dick spoke softly, moving Tim to a couch, easily sitting down next to him, letting his brother hug him. “It’s okay that you don’t feel the same as the rest of us. Everyone goes through these things differently. You might not feel horrible about everything now, but you might tomorrow or in an hour, maybe even a week. Did you know that when we were in middle school Babs grandmother died?” Dick asked him, looking at the picture of Bruce’s parents.

“I didn’t know. She barely mentions any family besides her parents,” Tim mumbled.

“Yeah well, she was close to her grandmother. Used to talk about her all the time, but she was also really sick that year. Her grandmother has passed on. It was old age, nothing anyone could do to save her. Babs came to school that day and while she was different she acted kind of like you are now. She was quiet and there was a dark cloud around her, but she didn’t cry. The next day she calls me and ask me to go to the funeral with her, I agree of course. I wasn’t going to leave my best friend when she really needed me. I had never seen Babs cry at this point. It wasn’t until her father went up there and started talking about his mom’s life did Babs finally break down. She was waiting for the tears to fall. It’s okay to not be sad right away. The tears will come when they come. Right now just remember Bruce and how much he loved us,” Dick hugged him.

“Thanks, Dick,” Tim smiled softly, hugging his knees to his chest.

“Hey, that’s what big brothers are here for,” Dick smiled.

“Are we going to be separated?” Tim asked, looking up at Dick, worry filling his eyes.

“Bruce wouldn’t let that happen to us. Don’t worry,” Dick assured him as his phone continued to blow up. “Damn it. I’m sorry Tim. Please don’t worry about it. Everything will be sorted. I have to handle the League,” Dick rolled his eyes, a frown on his face.

“Dick, is it true?” Clark was the first to greet him as he exited the Zeta tube.

“Let’s go to the meeting Clark,” Dick said sadly, walking towards the main room, knowing Clark was frowning behind him.

“I’m sure many of you have seen the Press conference that happened at Gotham earlier this morning,” Dick started, seeing many nods.

“All that was found was a severed arm and leg. The amount of blood that covered the scene implies the number of bodies that would be present. Batman is assumed to be dead. Joker is confirmed dead,” Dick looked down, knowing many of the leagues, specifically the main six, were hit harder than the others.

“What about Bruce Wayne?” one of the newer league members asked, clearly not knowing Batman’s secret identity.

“Bruce Wayne, while not found, was known to be on the scene when the bomb went off. As I said before the amount of blood at the scene is too much for the three bodies to have survived,” Dick repeated his answer.

“So what’s going to happen to Batman?” Superman asked.

“That has yet to be discussed between the family but be assured the mantle will be taken up. If you excuse me I have a funeral to plan,” Dick turned around but not before being stopped by Diana.

“Nightwing wait!”

“Yes, Wonder Woman?”

“Can we hold a service here?”

Dick looked out of the window into the night sky as he answered, “You can. I can’t guarantee that any bats will be present, we are going to be on leave unless it is a dire emergency.”

“I understand. I’ll pass the message on,” she agreed, letting him go.

Every citizen showed up to the candlelight Vigil, if you were there at the right time, you would have seen one of the Wayne boys fixing up flowers and other things left behind.

Many of Bruce’s personal friends whom he would meet at the Gala every year left money and it soon turned into an accidental donation fund. It was already too much money before the boys discovered it. When wondering what to do with it Mayor Hill offered to make a Bruce Wayne memorial. After all, he’s helped out with Gotham more than Batman did.

“That would be wonderful. Thank you, Mayor Hill,” Dick shook his, before being on his way, he was stopped on the way out.

The funeral contained the best friends of the boys, Jim Gordon, Selina Kyle, and the main six leaguers. It was a small funeral, but that’s what the family wanted.

May 8, 20XX

It was a week later after the funeral when Bruce’s will was to be read.

No one really knows what to expect but they knew they had to listen. They knew that this will will determine their lives.

"Alfred I leave you everything. The company, mansion, and money to take care of until each of my boys are graduated from high school, or have the equivalent of a high school degree but I don't want you to have the burden of raising 4 more boys for the rest of your life like me. You may not stay with them if you wish, but we both know that you would never leave your grandchildren. To make things easier on you I am giving my brother full custody of the kids.”

As the last sentence was said you could see the surprise on everyone's faces, including Alfred's.

"Bruce has a brother," the words whispered out of Tim's mouth.

A few hours later the boys and Alfred were in the living room just being quiet while Alfred served them tea.

"I just don't get it. Bruce's parents were murdered and then you took him in. A few years later he becomes Batman. That's the story we were told," Tim said looking down, trying to make the facts make sense. He had never seen a picture of Bruce and another boy within the manor. He could have missed it, but that’s impossible for him.

"There's a reason for that Master Tim. Master Bruce and his brother got along quite well as children, but as they grew up into adults they parted ways. Master Bruce took over the company while Master Tony went and started up his own business. They did talk to each other three times a year. A call on Christmas and birthdays. Other than that they really didn't have contact," Alfred explained.

"Okay, but why are we going to him and not just let you have custody," Jason asked. You could see that he was frustrated with the situation as well as everyone else.

"I am an old man Master Jason. I was with the late Master and Mistress Wayne. Once they died I raised Master Bruce. After a few years, he took in you Master Dick and suddenly there were four of you. Even if I tried with all my might, something could happen and an adult needs to have custody of you. Master Bruce thought of this. That is why he is giving his Brother custody over you."

"Will we have to leave the mansion," Dick asked sad at the thought of leaving the scary mansion he had come to learn was soft and warm, like how a home should be.

"I am afraid that you might. You see Master Tony lives in New York," This made all of the Bats' heads snap up.

"Really. We're moving from the most psychotic city to the Big Apple where no one's dreams ever come true," Tim said with a bland expression.

"I'm sure we can work something out with Master Tony to come to visit Gotham," Alfred assured them.

"I suggest you start packing. We do have a plane to catch after all," Alfred told the boys, collecting their empty cups.

"Wait! You're not leaving us," Damian asked, truly terrified of losing someone who showed him what family meant.

Alfred gave him a small sad smile as he put the tray of cups down and got done on a bended knee while putting a hand on his shoulder, " Master Damian I can assure you that I am not going anywhere. Even Master Tony won't dare kick me out. I can scare him just as much as I can scare Master Bruce." With that, Alfred got back up and finished the dishes while he sent the boys to get ready to leave.

He warned them not to bring too much just the main things they think they need. Once they figure out the living situation they can get the rest of their stuff.

It was a day later and they were all in a rental car, with Alfred driving, as the boys asked who Bruce's brother was.

"I didn't want to tell you before because I know how you boys are. Tony Stark is Bruce's brother. Now do behave yourself," Alfred told them as a warning.

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