Son of Justice

Chapter 3

"What?!" Dick shouted, "You did what?! BRUCE! I never agreed to this!"

"I didn't ask." Bruce, Batman, stated from his chair looking at the computer screens before him.

Dick spun the chair around abruptly, "Why?"

"You've watched Kaldur as much as I have. You've read the reports. If you don't want to be leader of the Justice League, fine, but you are going to teach the next leader how to lead. He can command a team, write up reports, settle peaceful negotiation. You need to teach him the rest. How to manage people." Bruce pierced his lips, "I can't teach him. Clark can teach him how to manage people but not juggle all that work. Diana can do a little of it. Richard, you are all three of us in one person. You can also show Kaldur what the streets are truly like. Show them that we don't just fight the big things. 'We fight for the little guy,' as Oliver said once."

Dick sighed, "Why me?" He muttered, "Why not Tim? Or Donna? Or even Kori?"

"Tim's too green as a leader, Danna isn't the best when it comes to making new friends, and Kori is still vary new to Earth and it's customs."

"Fine, but I want Damian helping me on my streets. Him or Cass. I also want to hold the power to take Kaldur off the streets on days of my choosing."

"Deal. He'll be starting tomorrow night." Batman turned back to the screens.

"Oh, I'm not done yet." Dick growled spinning the chair back around, "I'll do this on one condition. Jason's aloud back in the house."

"No. He murdered many people, blew up a warehouse, is-"

"My brother and your son. This isn't up for debate." Dick scowled, "I will drag Alfred down here to hatch this out if I have too. Don't push me."

Bruce glared mildly. At least it was mild for Dick and any other member of the Batfamily.

"I also want to ask about this Lagoon Boy tagging along with Jason and his Outlaws. They brake the law you know. Repeatedly." Dick raised a brow.

Bruce sighed, "Because, Jason's not going to deal with the teens bullshit like others will. Jason and his team will also scare the shit out of La'gann when he needs too. And much to my ditsplasher, Jason does have enough patience to deal with him."

Dick snorted, "Let's hope he does."

"Don't you have some place to be?"

Dick looked down at his watch, "Shit. I'm late. See ya' B." He rushed out of the cave.

Bruce snorted, turning back to his computer screen.

A shower, change of clothes, and short drive into the city, Dick walked into the establishment that he had reservations in. He walked up to the host with a smile, "Reservations for two. Under Grayson."

The host hummed, "Yes. Your partner for the evening had come in earlier. She waited a little bit before handing me this telling me to give to you, sir." The man handed Dick the envelope. Dick opened it reading the letter before groaning.

The host gained a sympathetic look knowing after years of working there what had been told in the letter, "I take it you will be canceling the reservation."

Dick sighed, "Yeah. Thank you."

"May I suggest staying at the bar for a drink." The host recommended.

"Sorry, I don't drink." Dick made his exit with a sigh. That was the third woman this month that left him at the restaurant. He pulled out his phone, debating to call his date or not. He decided against it. It was only the second date. He wasn't desperate... Yet. He was getting to that point though.