Sons of Batman

14. Bonding

It has been a couple weeks since that day. The day that changed everything -The Day that the young justice was formed.

The day I knew everything would change.

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The alarm clock on my bedside table buzzed. It was five o' clock in morning. I hit the snooze and I got out of bed.

I went to the mirror; still wearing my black silked pajamas. I took off my pajamas, revealing a pair of green underpants.

I put on a white white tank top and brown pants with a pair of black sneakers. I threw on my black leather jaket that was hanging in my closet.

I looked at the white and black mow hawk on my head.

"Maybe I show grow my hair out, less hair makes it a lot easier to see all the scars."

I traced a large scar on my almost bear head with my finger. I remeber the day I got that scar.

My parents... well they never were my parents. They burt off my hair, it was an experiment they wanted to see how my body would react to hair heat.

Apparently it left a large mark which did heal. Although it did leave a very large scar. It went from the back of my neck to just above the eye. I put on my black domino mask. 

The hair did grow back, hiding what was underneath. 

I went to my dresser and I took out my black motorcycle helmet. I ran down stairs to the dining room.

Dick was sitting in one of the chairs.

"Where are you going," he asked.

"I'm going out," I zipped up black leather jacket. 

I started to walk toward Bruce's private study. He ran toward me.

"I'm coming with you."

"No your not."

"And why's that?"

"Because if Bruce finds out you're gone, he's gonna kill me."

I started walking again, down the hall. He jumped and tackled me to the ground and I landed on my back.

"Get off me," I growled.

"No... I won't,  not unless you take me with you," Dick growled back.

"Uh how about... NO!"

Dick got off of me and gave me the cutest puppy dog eyes I've ever seen.

"Please," he kept on repeating. 

He looked so cute, but I kept my face blank.

He frowned and his eyes were full of sadness. 

I sighed, "Fine, you can come but if Bruce finds out it is in no way my fault. Got it."

His eyes lit up and he nodded.

"Good," I said still wearing a blank look.

I grabbed my helmet that fell on the floor when Dick tackled me. I held my helmet in one arm and with my free hand I grabbed on to my thirteen year old brother's hand.

I pulled him toward the study. Changing the hands on the grandfather clock and watching the clock slide aside.

Seeing the stairs to the batcave; I walked down them. Dick followed me.

I walked towards my mltorcycle and hopped on. I looked at Dick, "Aren't you coming?"

"I would, except I don't own a helmet," he said as I put on my helmet.