Nightwing'd!

The Author wants to Sleep

Chapter Six, although this is Part 8! Memories of settling into the Wayne Manor! Yay!

NOTE: I was reading the earlier chapters because I was bored. Now I realise that the gun the boss used is actually an "AK-47", not "RK-47". Darn it.

Also I have gotten bored of typing out just one event for one single chapter, so now there will be many events in each chapter in italics. The Team's reactions are normal font. Hope you like this new way, because I for sure will! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice or anything remotely DC in this story.

And, a Warning:

Beware fangirl spazzing and fangirl squealing and fangirl heartbreak and fangirl flailing noodle arms ahead due to fangirl-written work involving fangirling fangirls in a fandom.

"Dick, this is your new home." Bruce showed young little Dick - who was still crying - the expansive, grand building that was Wayne Manor from inside the limousine's tinted windows as the vehicle slowly made its way up the winding path connecting the outer gate to the building.

"It looks even bigger in person," Impulse said in an awestruck manner. "I have never truly appreciated architecture until now."

"It was a big change, going from living in a tiny trailer to an even smaller cell and then suddenly a giant house that belonged to a person of high society," Past Dick mused as he now carried YDick #1 and ran fingers through the sleeping boy's hair. He ignored how the adorable boy was managing to drool onto the pricey 'monkey suit'.

Young Dick managed to forget his parents' deaths for a minute and the waterworks paused. "Whoa! That is your house?" he said in wonder, wide blue eyes peering at the Manor as if he couldn't believe that he was going to live there with Bruce.

"Yes, chum." Bruce chuckled. Chum. The name had come easier now, as it seemed to suit Dick. It seemed proper that Bruce called his 'son' that, as his own father had given him that very same nickname. It sounded right.

"Your house is huge!" Dick exclaimed as his nose pressed against the cold windowpane, not exactly realizing that he was stating a rather obvious fact.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious!" Red Hood sarcastically clapped for Past Dick, who blushed but Past Robin glared at his younger/older brother (gosh this is confusing).

"You're welcome, Sergeant Sarcasm," Past Robin quipped, two fingers in a mock salute.

"Boys," Spoiler muttered exasperatedly to Batgirl, and both girls smirked when the boys sent Batglares to them.

"Yes, it is huge," Bruce agreed, and after Alfred turned left, making the Manor appear on Bruce's side of the car, let Dick unclasp his seatbelt to crawl onto his lap to get a better view of the old yet remarkable house.

He caught Alfred's warning look in the windshield mirror, which conveyed a message: //You must put young Master Dick back into his own seat, or he will be injured should we crash.\\

Bruce was pretty sure Alfred was still insisting on calling Dick 'Master Just Dick' after the earlier comment in the parking lot of the Detention Centre (see chapter before this) in the eye-message (HAHA anyone get it???), but ignored it for now. After checking that Dick wasn't speaking to him at the moment, replied via eyelook. //Alfred, you're driving. I hardly think that we will crash with you at the wheel. We're also on one of the Manor's private roads. No obstacles to crash into.\\

Alfred responded with the only glare known to Man that was worse that the Batglare: the ALFREDglare. At the moment it was turned on at almost full force, and Bruce internally wilted before plucking Dick off his lap and gently setting him down on the young boy's own seat. He clipped the seatbelt in place as well.