Fighter 🦇STYDIA🦇

Brothers

Mitchell hadn't realized that he had fallen asleep against the man. He must have cried himself to sleep. Because when he woke up...he found himself in a bed and nice pajamas.

He shrunk in the large bed he laid in the middle of. He didn't know where he was. That terrified him. "H-Hello?" He sounded.

"It's okay, Mitchell. I'm here." The man told him sitting next to the bed in a chair. He wore a black turtleneck and simple black trousers. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to fall asleep." The young boy said.

"That's okay. You had a very long day today, Mitchell. You were exhausted. No need to be sorry." Bruce explained with a smile rising to his feet.

He stood next to the bed and looked down at the boy. "Mr. Wayne..." Mitchell voiced.

"Yes?" Bruce stated looking at the young boy. "Thank you." The boy said with a yawn as his eyes grew heavy.

Bruce smiled at Mitchell as he tucked the kid into the bed. "You're welcome, kiddo." He whispered before walking out of the room.

He left the door cracked open just a bit to let the lift of the hallway pool in.

Bruce would help Mitchell get over his fear of the dark. Because he would help him become a fighter. Grow stronger. Be fearless.

Bruce walked down the hall before seeing three heads poke out of a room. He let out a sigh. "Can we meet him?" Tim asked.

"Not right now, Tim. He's sleeping. And he's been through a lot." Bruce said. "Well... what's his name?" Dick asked. "Mitchell." Bruce answered.

"What happened to him?" Jason asked crossing his arms. "His parents were killed in front of him. Shot in cold blood. The killer is still out there. So we have work to do." Bruce explained.

HOURS LATER

Mitchell woke up to the light pouring into the room. He sat up and let out a yawn. He got to his feet and felt the cool touch of the wood flooring.

He made his way out of the room before looking at the grand house. He would surely get lost in this place.

He walked down the large hallway before seeing a tall boy with short black hair. He smiled as he walked over to him.

"Hey, kid." The boy said as he stood walked beside him. Mitchell waved his hand shyly. "What's your name, bud?" He asked.

"Mitchell." He answered. "Mitchell, huh? That's a cool name. I'm Jason." He introduced as he ruffled Mitchell's hair with a smile.

"Jason, I sure hope you aren't terrifying the new kid." Another boy announced from behind.

Jason rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Dick." Jason voiced. The other boy chuckled as he walked over to the others. 

"Name's Richard. But you, like many other people call me Dick." The boy said. Like Jason, he had black hair and blue eyes. 

Mitchell looked at the two boys. "Are you guys brothers?" Mitchell asked. "No. Well, kinda. We were adopted. Just like you were." Dick answered. 

Mitchell looked down. "Oh." He sounded. "That's okay. Hey, you know where Tim is?" Dick asked looking at Jason. 

The sound of a door being closed caught the brothers' attention and they turned to see their other brother exiting a room. 

"Yo! Tim!" Dick exclaimed. The boy turned his head to look at the three others. A smile grew upon his lips. He jogged down the hall before slowing to a stop in front of them.

Tim looked down at Mitchell with a smile. "I'm Tim." He said. "Mitchell." The younger boy stated. "You hungry?" Jason asked Mitchell. Mitchell nodded his head. "Come on." Jason said before lifting him up off his feet and onto his back. Mitchell was reminded of his dad. 

He always gave him piggyback rides. It was nice to have one again. Even if it wasn't his father...he found himself smiling as Jason walked through the excessively large house with him on his back.

He let out a ring of laughter as Jason ran across the house. He ran passed an old man in a suit. "Master Todd, I do hope you don't break anything like you did last time." The old man said. "Come on...that was ONE time, Alfred." Jason called out. "Mm-hmm." Alfred sounded. "Master Wayne, requests each of your presence in the dining hall for breakfast." Alfred announced. 

"Who's he?" Mitchell asked Jason. "That's Alfred. He's the butler. But he's more of our grandfather and care-taker than a butler." Jason explained. "He's family." Dick pointed out. "We all love him." Tim added. 

Jason ran into a large open room slowing down to a walk. "How was that, bud?" He asked Mitchell looking up at him. Mitchell was resting his chin on Jason's head. "Fun." Mitchell answered. Jason laughed.