Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

what happens when chaotic meets baby chaotic?

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): n/a

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1103

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: the JL has a meeting in wayne manor, meeting the batfam kids for the first time

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: n/a

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: um i don't remember lol lemme know if it was you

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Be on your best behavior! were the words that echoed through the manor what must've been thirty different times throughout the day before the doorbell finally rung, signifying that the Waynes' guests had finally arrived.

Bruce had ran with all his might to reach the door first but, alas, he was too slow. Damian got there first. He swung the door open to meet the League, who were more than surprised to be greeted by a child they didn't even know existed-- let alone opened Batman's doors.

"Greetings, peasants," he gestured for the superheroes to enter the large home.

"Uh-" Clark was the first to speak up, looking confusedly down at the tween, "who are you?"

Damian opened his mouth to answer but was beat to it by his father who'd finally reached the front corridor.

"He's Damian, my youngest son."

"Did you say son?"
"Did you say youngest?"
"Did you say you named him Damian?"

Bruce sighed a bit, giving Damian a stone-cold glare that essentially meant beat it. Damian took the messaged and turned to leave. Not, however, before looking at the heroes and saying quite loudly, as if a bird call for his fellow siblings. "Welcome to our home, Justice League of America." He then turned and took his leave.

Not moments after that, however, pounding footsteps could be heard tramping down the stairs like a herd of buffalo.

"I'm meeting them first!"
"No, I'm meeting them first!"
"You're both wrong! I'm meeting them first!"

A group of grinning teenagers appeared at the foot of the stairs, staring wildly at the superheroes in the front corridor.

"Jesus Christ..." Bruce sighed. He shot his kids a glare, but they didn't really seem to care. Instead, they began talking to the League all at once. It wasn't long before it got to a point of such annoyance, Bruce couldn't take it. He yelled above them, "Line up! Age order!"

Immediately, the kids shut up and scurried into their designated places.

"Now introduce yourselves in order," Bruce sighed tiredly, giving an apologetic glance to the shell-shocked group of superheroes.

The first to speak was the girl at the far right of the line. She had flaming red hair and pretty blue eyes. She seemed nice as she smiled up at the group from her wheelchair. "Hi! I'm Barbara, but everyone just calls me Babs usually. I'm nineteen and, obviously, not biologically nor adoptively Bruce's. I used to be Batgirl-- the first one actually-- but, obviously, that didn't work out too well. I'm Oracle now. Nice to meet you!"

"Next," Bruce ordered before anyone had a chance to ask any questions.

"Hello!" the next boy in line chirped. He had raven black curls and bright sapphire eyes. He wore a wide grin on his face as he stared at the team that had no idea he was the kid they had worked with for so many years. Except, of course, Barry, who'd had Dick over to his house many times for play dates with Wally.
"I'm Richard Grayson, but everyone calls me Dick. I'm eighteen and Bruce adopted me when I was eight. I was the very first Robin but now I'm Nightwing!"

Clark raised his eyebrows, as did many of his companions. "You're Robin? The Robin I've known for ten years?"

"Yep!" Dick chirped with an excited smile. "Nice to formally meet you!"

Diana leaned over to Clark and whispered, "Is it weird that I thought they were all robots Alfred made before now?"

Before Clark had a chance to reply, Bruce barked out, "Next!"

"Sup," the boy next to Dick nodded to the superheroes. He was incredibly tall and buff with turquoise eyes and a chiseled face. His hair was black with a white streak in the front. He looked... scary. "The name's Jason Todd. I don't give a rat's ass what you call me. I'm seventeen. Bruce kidnapped me when I was twelve. I was the second Robin and now I'm Red Hood. Fuck you all."

"Jason," Bruce growled threateningly, getting a loud, dramatic sigh from the boy.

"Sorry," he grumbled, crossing his arms with an annoyed frown.

Bruce nodded and gestured for the next boy to go. This one had, surprise surprise, dark hair and blue eyes. He was sort of short and seemed tired. He had a coffee cup in his hands, cradling it like it was his most prized possession. "Hey. I'm Tim Drake. I'm fifteen. B took me in when I was thirteen. I'm the current Robin."

Bruce nodded approvingly, giving the girl next to Tim a look as of saying to go on. She gave him a nod in return and looked to the Justice League. She was pretty with short, black hair and brown eyes. She had a serious looking face that perfectly matched her quiet voice. "I am Cassandra Cain and Batgirl."

The girl next to Cassandra with blonde hair and big, blue eyes threw her arm around the shorter girl. She looked like a cheerleader type with a big smile and short, plaid skirt. "Don't mind Cass. She doesn't talk much." She winked at the heroes, "I, on the other hand, never shut up. So you have that to look forward to. The name's Stephanie Brown but people call me Steph. I'm fifteen and I am known as Spoiler."

And then came the last of the kids, the boy to answer the door. He had black hair and, in case you can't guess, blue(ish) eyes. He was short and seemed to be the youngest of the group. He went to speak but Bruce hurried placed his hand over the kid's mouth before he could. He turned to his work companions. "This is my youngest, Damian. He will not be speaking at the moment."

Barry furrowed his brow, "Why not?"

Bruce sighed tiredly, "Because I don't want him to. Now, are we done? There's actual work that needs to be attended to."

The heroes all exchanged nervous glances but followed after Bruce as he left his children behind and began to move into the dining room. Diana and Clark trailed behind their companions, shooting hesitant looks to the kids waving at them as they passed by.

"We should be calling CPS, right?" Clark asked the woman, who gulped and looked back at the army of children once more.

"Definitely."