Batfamily oneshots

Teacher?

This is reverse, batfam!
Dick - 9
Jason - 12
Tim - 16
Damian - 22
They all have their original backstreet they just happen at different times due to the age switch.
So Jason has just died and come back (i chamged it a bit), for example!

WARNING!!
EXPLICIT LANGUAGE SPOKEN ABOUT A MINOR!!!
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It was a weekday morning, which meant one thing, trying to get Richard to go to school.
"Come on, Chum, you've got to go."
Bruce tried to coax the young acrobat with the promise that Alfred would bake him some cookies, which didn't work.
"Hey, Dickie when you come back home, we can all play hide and seek?"
Tim offered.
Dick thought about it and then gave in.
"Promise?"
The 3 boys smile down at him, God they can't argue that he's adorable!
"We promise, we'll play as soon as we get back, ok Grayson?"
Damian replies, scruffling Dicks hair.
"Yay!"
The nine year old, who had only been at the manor for about 8 months was very happy and go lucky and to the dismay of his older brothers was the new Robin.
Dick was now at school and it was the end of the day. He couldn't wait to go home, to finally be able to play with his brothers. Just as the bell went and all the students began to head out, Dick's teacher, Mr G, stopped him.
"Richard, may I speak with you for a moment."
Dick nods as he turns to face his teacher.
"What do you need sir?"
The teachers face went from caring and kind to creepy and predatory.
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WARNING BEGINS HERE!! I will let you know when you're safe
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"Young Richard, you are going to sell so well."
Dick looked up at him confused.
"Huh?"
The teacher grabbed Dick's small hand and dragged him to his desk. With vigour, he threw Dick against the desk, earning a whimp from the boy.
He reached into his desk drawer, pulling out a small branding iron like that used for cattle.
Dicks eyes widened. He may be young, but he wasn't stupid. He knew what he was going to do to him with that, but he couldn't think why.
"You're so innocent and perfect, nice skin delicat and oh so fragile. I hope they don't break you too quickly. You'll make me a pretty penny."
Dick's face then contorted not only to more fear but to realisation. He, well Robin and Bats, had saved children from these types of people. What did he call them
...traffickers?
Dick began to shake.
"Aw, poor little lamb, already shaking? I even gotten you ready yet~"
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SAFE!! no more disgusting stuff!
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Alfred and the older bat boys were sitting in the car waiting for Dick.
"This is very unusual, Young Master Dick is usually out by now."
Alfred says, with a slight hint of concern.
"Don't worry, Alf, we'll go in and get him."
Jason states, as all three boys hop out of the car and enter the school.
"Which ones his class?"
Damian asks Tim and Jay as they stand at reception.
"He's in class, 4E."
Tim says as the lady nods and smiles, telling them the direction to the room.
The boys thank her and head to the room.
As they get closer, they can see the room number, and they hear...crying? But it's not just any crying
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It's Dick.
The boys burst in to see Dick crying as the teacher presses down onto his chest with the branding iron.
The boys are mortified, but they don't hesitate to jump in. Damian disarms and holds back the teacher. Jason grabs Dick comforting him, and Tim starts calling the police.
Once they get back to the manor, Dick is asleep against Jason chest, as he holds him in his arms, Jason soothingly strokes his hair.
All the boys were seething. Dick still had tears stains down his cheeks. They went to the manor for Alfred to treat the young boys burn wound.
While Dick was in the med section of the batcave with Alfred, his brothers went to find Bruce, but guess who wasn't there? Bruce. Damian called their father.
Bruce: "Damian, what do you need?"
Damian: "Bruce, Richard needs you something happened at school -"
Bruce: "Look, Damian, im busy right now. I'll be back later."
Sighing, Damian turned to his brothers.
"He hung up."
The younger two of the three were disgusted.
"He didn't even care to know?"
Tim retorts.
Damian shakes his head.
Jason's seething as he grips onto Tim, the 13 year old had always found it hard it to control his anger. Tim held the boy, pulling him into a side hug. He's too young to witness what he has and does on an almost daily basis, at least in his older brothers' opinions.
After about 1hr45 Dick was now awake as Alfred helped him from the batcave up to the manor, where he saw Tim and clung to him.
Tim looked down to see the young romani boy latched onto his leg. He ruffled his hair before picking him up.
"You ok, Dickie?"
Dick nods but all three boys know he's lying.
"You know you can tell us, right?"
Damian asks. As he rubs his back with one hand, the other holding Jason's hand.
Dick snuggles into Tim's chest.
"..hurts..."
The young boy only knew few English words and so couldn't really form full sentences yet, but he was learning very well and quickly.
"W-where does it hurt, Dickie?"
Jason asks from behind Damian, peaking around him looking up at the boy.
Dick turns and, since not remembering the word 'chest', he pokes Damians chest.
"...there..."
"Your chest?"
"...mhm..."
The boys each looked at each other. They knew it would be his chest. I mean, the man did press a branding iron to his chest.
(Dont know if i stated this, but it was a cold one)
The boys wished they could take away the pain or that they had gotten there earlier even.
"I'm sorry Dickie."
Damian apologises, as he rocks the young boy in his arms.
They each comfort the boy before, taking him and sitting on the sofa. They watch a film, Hotel Transylvania.
Ones the credits roll, the boys hear soft snores escape the youngest as he snuggles into Tim's side.
"Night Dickie."
"Goodnight Richard."
"Night-night Dickie."
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Sorry, this one has taken me a while to finish as mocks took it out of me my God *cries*
Anyway, I may post my results...the ones I'm proud of atleast on my other fic.
Sorry in advance I haven't read through to check this so if there are any major errors let me know!
BUT!
thank you all for reading this and I hope you managed to enjoy this.
Should I make a part 2 where the boys confront Bruce...?
1148 words~