Just Robin Oneshots Part 2

Just two dads who are also heroes and are gay

xsavethatshitx requested this and I'm actually obsessed with the oc we made

his name is Micah and he is eleven - that's him up there 

let me know if you want more from the foster child that i frickin love

EDIT: TW BLOOD

Micah waved goodbye to his friends and began the journey back home. It was only a ten-minute walk from the school and he begged his dads enough to walk home without them. He noticed on the other times he walked that there was an alleyway between the blocks that led him to the front door of the apartment building. Dick had told him never to use it because it was out of the eye of the public so he'd be putting himself at risk. Until today, he'd gone the way Dick told him to go. It was only today that he decided to take the risk since he had a butt tonne of Spanish homework and he wanted help from Dick before he went out on patrol. He looked both ways to make sure neither of his dads would see him since he didn't fancy a long lecture from either then he turned down the alley. His hands squeezed the straps of his backpack as he walked down the darkness. It was somehow silent even though the busy street was just moments away. Then he saw something ahead. Something dark moved away from the light. He raised an eyebrow at this and continued forward with curiosity. Wally said that was one of his fatal flaws. His curiosity often got him into trouble but it also made him find out what his foster parents got up to in the dead of night that no other foster parents would. Well aside from the obvious. "Hello?" he called. His voice trembled light when he did. He really hoped he wasn't going to be mugged. 

"Hello Micah," a gravelly voice replied. He laughed nervously. 

"Very funny Jason but you're not going to scare me that easily," Micah said. There was a loud cackle. One that he knew wouldn't come from Jason. He took a step back only to bump into two very muscular men that towered over him. He whipped around and his eyes widened in terror upon seeing the men. They had clown masks. He turned back around to the cackling man and the color drained from his face. "You're gonna help me catch a birdie," the man stated. It wasn't just any man though. It was the Joker. He gave a nod to the men behind the boy and cracked his knuckles. Micah attempted to run but one of the men gripped his arm and forced a rag over his face, cracking a part of the boy's glasses with how hard he was pressing the rag. Micah squeezed his arm and tried to push him off but it was no use. The burning feeling traveled through his mouth and nostrils, sending him into a deep unconsciousness.

"Dick, calm down, we'll find him," Wally said as his boyfriend paced the kitchen in his Nightwing suit. He'd already checked the city two times over and Wally had checked it five times. Still, there was no sign of their foster son. Of course, this sent the forever protective Dick Grayson into full mother hen mode. "We should've never let him walk home alone. What were we thinking? Now he'd God knows where and was snatched right off our doorstep," he ranted. The eyes under his mask were flickering again. Switching between yellow and blue as he desperately tried to control himself under the circumstances. "Babe listen to me. We will find him. Take a deep breath," Wally told him, knowing how much he was struggling underneath the mask. 

"I just don't want him to become me," he replied. It took him years to understand his emotions again and get over the trauma. Micah didn't deserve that. He was such a lovely bright boy. He didn't deserve that. No one did. Wally walked over and held his hands, giving the smaller a comforting smile. "He'll be okay. He's our little Phoneix remember?"

"He shouldn't go back to the ashes," Dick argued. His eyes glanced over to the TV to avoid his lover's gaze only to find the very person he was worried about tied to a chair. He ran over, followed by Wally, and turned up the sound. "I'll track the signal, you watch him," he ordered, retrieving his laptop.