Dick Grayson one shots

Much protek

What's this? A chapter? Yes... yes it is. This chapter is dedicated to Martipuh17 for their request. I hope it lives up to everyone's expectations. This is reverse batfam by the way...

"Mr. Wayne," the woman on the other end of the phone call said in a monotonous voice.

"Yes?" Bruce answered.

"This is Gotham orphanage. A few weeks ago you were inquiring about one of the young orphans we have here. Are you still interested in possibly adopting him?" She asked.

"I... I thought..." Bruce cleared his throat. "They told me he'd already been adopted," he said evenly.

"He was... but his adoptive parents decided to go with an easier child instead."

Bruce brow furrowed, and felt anger rising in his chest for this poor child. "So what, they just brought him back like a pair of pants that didn't fit? Didn't they realize that that was possibly the worst thing they could've done to the poor child?" he ranted.

The woman sighed. "Are you interested in seeing him or not?"

Bruce huffed, still angry. "Of course I am," he said.

"Great," she said with fake enthusiasm. "You can come see him any time tonight. Have a nice day."

The call ended with a click, and Bruce ran a hand through his hair, excitement mixing with the anger and frustration he was feeling.

—

Bruce gathered everyone in the dining room. He stood at the head of the table with Damian, Alfred, Jason, and Tim sitting in various seats.

"Master Jason!" Alfred admonished. "Please keep your filthy feet off of the table."

Jason just huffed, but ended up removing his feet as he didn't want to risk Alfred's wrath.

"You might be wondering why I've gathered you all together," Bruce started.

"Just get to the point old man," Jason said with an eye roll.

Damian glared at Jason, and Tim looked slightly scandalized at the level of disrespect that his younger brother was showing.

Bruce cleared his throat and began again. "I'm sure you all remember that night at the circus..." he said.

Everyone in the room suddenly wore a matching look of sadness as they remembered the flying Graysons... and the sobs of a little boy as his parents were torn away from him forever.

"How is the boy? He got adopted correct?" Damian asked quietly.

"Well, that's sort of what I wanted to talk about today." Bruce paused for a moment. "The family that fostered him decided they didn't want him anymore... and they returned him to the orphanage."

Tim growled and clenched his coffee mug in his hand, muttering something about impudent civilians.

Bruce sighed. "I have the opportunity to adopt him... that is if you all approve of the idea," he said, glancing around the table.

Damian, Tim, Jason, and Alfred all expressed their approval of the idea, and Bruce smiled, releasing a breath he didn't realized he'd been holding.

"Good. I'll pick him up this evening then."

—

Bruce sat in a room with one of Gotham's orphanage's adoption coordinator. There was a small boy huddled in the corner of the room, his head buried in his arms, and his knees drawn up to his chest.