Young Justice Robin x Male Deadpool Reader

How I Met Your (Bat) Brother

(Y/N)'s POV

'Well, this is awkward as h*ll'

'Is that baby holding a combat knife?'

I look over, and just as White said, the youngest of the children was holding a knife.

'Huh, I guess he is'

'He reminds me of Chucky!'

'I can see the resemblance'

It could sense the kids examining me with guarded expressions, well, except for the eldest.

"Hey, I remember you! You're the one who walked me home!" The eldest stood up.

"I thought I recognized you from somewhere!" I grin back at him.

"Hey, thanks again for walking me home" He smiles.

"Oh, it's nothin', man, really" I wave it off.

"How'd you end up here? I mean that's really aster and all, but how?"

"That is a long and interesting tale, my friend" I throw an arm around his shoulder, he didn't seem to mind.

'I can practically see Wayne's smirk from 200 miles away.'

'You can say that again! He's being so obvious right now'

"I suggest we start dinner right away if we don't want the food to get cold." Alfred spoke up from the kitchen.

Dick nods and takes my arm in his grip, he drags me over to sit in between Bruce and the kid with a white streak in his hair.

It was silent, the only noises were Alfred preparing the food inside of the kitchen.

"So," I speak up "not to be rude or anything, but are we going to spend the whole time playing "Stare: Intense and Awkward Edition"?"

The kid beside me snorts "Nah, that game has bad reviews, I'd rather play "Eat and Shut Up"."

"Trust me, I'm as hungry as you, White Streak, but I ain't seein' no food, unless you count the tablecloth, which is looking very delicious at this point with its 30 thread count"

I am rewarded with a chuckle from White Streak, which seems very rare, seeing as he doesn't seem like the type to show much joy.

"Jason." He introduces himself shortly.

"That a fake name or your real one?" I question, putting my elbows on the table.

"D*mn," I hear him mutter "I should'a thought of that. . ."

"The names (Y/N)" I introduce myself back "That's my real name, btw"

"Did you just say a text abbreviation?"  I hear a voice say, I look over and see a boy with long, black hair, he looks intelligent.

"Yup, I did, Poindexter" I reply, winking at him. He grumbled at my awesome nickname, but didn't reply.

"So, (Y/N), how did you get in such a prestigious school like Gotham Academy? No offense, but you don't exactly look like the intelligent and scholarly type" A girl with blonde hair quipped.

"Great question!" I point at her "I have a friend, his name's Michealson, but I just call him Mickey, anyway, the guy's really really really smart, one day he came to me with quite the conundrum, he said that he was hired to write a whole new system for NASA's rocket since the last system caused almost half of the building to go kabloowey, he told me "(Y/N), I have a problem, I bit off more than I could chew!" And I told him "Mickey, calm down, dude, I'll help you, I'm not the best at math but I'll do my best!" And after that, I guess Mickey gave me some of the credit when he turned in his new system to the scientists, 'cause next thing I know this guy in a suit comes up to my dumpster and gives me a fancy letter saying I got accepted into some academy school, the end!" I grin proudly at my story telling skills.

"Wait. Could you possibly be talking about Michaelson Doek?" The smart boy asked.

"Well, yeah, that's Mickey's full name, but I prefer to name him after a mouse in gloves rather than his birth name" I shrug.

The smart kid squealed and looked like he was about to faint. "What's he like? What's his favorite color? What's his blood type? Is he looking for a capable assistant? What's his perspective on aliens and anomalies? Well, what are you waiting for? Tell me!" He shook me by my shoulders harshly.

"Tim!" Dick pulled him off me.

"Geez, what's that kid's problem?" I ask while trying to make the room stop spinning.

"He worships your friend, practically kisses the ground he walks on" The blonde girl teased the smart kid.

I feel something brush up against my leg, I duck under the table and come face to snout with a giant, black great dane, I glance down at his tag and see the name "Titus" engraved on the bat shaped pendant hanging from his collar.

"Woah! Awesome, a Great Dane, huh? Did you they can run, like, 30 miles per hour? Pretty fast for the world's tenth fastest dog!" I rub the dog's head, Titus sits his head on my lap and closes his eyes. "Awww~!"

'Cuteness overload! Wi38rhbbfu. Yellow.exe has stopped working'

'Great Danes make good guard dogs. Why would the Bats need a guard dog, I wonder. . .'

'I dunno and I don't care, I just wanna keep petting this doggie, he's such a sweetheart!'

I suddenly feel a light weight on my lap I look down and see a light gray cat "Why, hello there" I say rubbing under the cat's chin, it seemed to like that because it started purring.

"Your a modern day St. Francis, aren't you?" The red haired girl in the wheel chair asked, smiling.

"I don't get why they like me, one time a moose scooped me up with her antlers and took me to her den. Now that I think about it, a whole bunch of woodland animals have started wars with each other over me and food" I pause. "That actually also happened at Gotham Zoo, the elephants and flamingos we're practically killing each other, then the lions and wolves took me away and started snarling at one another, that was an interesting day at the zoo" I murmured the last, staring off into the distance.

I was brought back when I felt tugging on the hoodie that Alfred left for me in the bathroom. I look down and see the youngest kid, who was holding a knife. The kid stared up at me with his big, green eyes.

'Dang, this kid has an intense stare. . .'

'I kinda wanna reveal all of my deepest and darkest secrets. I feel like he would something scary if I didn't. . .'

'He may be less than 5 years old, but he shows the callous of a true warrior, his eyes show pain and trauma. That, I can respect.'

'I agree with you, White. This kid is a fighter.'

"Hello, who are you?"