Just Robin Oneshots Part 2

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Aromantic_Satan requested this so hope it's good

Okay so apparently the Juvenile detention center in Gotham is called the Alpena Youth Corrections Facility but I've literally seen no one call it this so I think Gotham Wiki is wildin

15 - Jason

16 - Tim

17 - Damian

13 - Dick

15 - Wally

Gotham City Juvenile Detention Centre. Known nationwide to hold the roughest non-meta human kids in Gotham. The guards were famous for corruption and a general lack of care. The criminals were infamous for beating the hell out of anyone who looked at them wrong. But not everyone in the Detention Centre was streetwise criminal kids. There were two in there who were only there due to unfortunate circumstances regarding their families. One was Richard Grayson. He was a small acrobat, barely turned nine, who'd recently become an orphan whilst his family was performing in Gotham. They fell to their deaths right before his eyes. Instead of going to a care home where they could provide him some mental care, he was sent to the Juvenile Detention Centre. He was told they were too filled up. They weren't. He just didn't fit the bill of being there considering he was a circus kid born from unmarried parents who'd eloped when they were young. He wasn't what they liked so he was sent there. The second Was Wally West. His parents were from Central City, as he tried to explain to the police, but that was too much paperwork. Not to mention that he hadn't the faintest clue of who could take care of him. So he was sent to the Juvenile Detention Centre. It wasn't too bad though. They met each other when Wally was sent in and they were put in the same cell together. Dick was shy at first. He hadn't spoken since he'd seen his parents die. Wally was more confident. It was like his coping mechanism to be outgoing. "My name's Wally," he greeted as a guard shoved him into the cell. Dick flinched at the new voice. He had a darkening bruise around his eye. 

"Dick," he responded.

"Hey I'm just saying hello no need to be like that," he argued.

"No my name," Dick explained. His limited English wasn't doing him any favors but the ginger just smiled. 

"What're you in for?" he asked, assuming the kid did something. Must've been pretty recent too judging by his injury. 

"Parents up there," the boy answered, pointing to the ceiling. Wally looked up in confusion before putting together what he meant. He frowned. "So are mine. How'd you get your black eye?" he inquired. He gestured to his own eye to make it easier for the other to understand. 

"Boy said it was lesson. You give lesson?" he questioned fearfully. The older shook his head quickly. 

"Of course not! That's awful. How 'bout I look after you, 'kay? I'm guessing you can't speak much English so I can teach you and we can hang out too. Would you like that?" Dick was probably the only person he was going to be friends with in here so he may as well initiate it now. The boy brightened up. "You be my friend?" he asked to make sure.

"Yep as long as you'll be mine." Dick nodded.

Four years later

Damian looked around the prison bus with a disgusted look before being jabbed in the side by his younger 'brother' Jason. "You're going to make enemies looking at people like that," he scolded. Their mission wouldn't be any easier if he got on the wrong side of the worst person here. The older tutted and turned to his attention to whatever was passing on the outside of the window. He didn't really see the point of the mission in the first place. He, Jason and Tim were being sent undercover to the Juvenile Detention Centre to investigate the sudden change of character of the boys incarcerated there. The most violent kids in Gotham would go in and within three days would suddenly turn into kind and polite children who couldn't hurt a fly. Considering there were no changes in the system to provoke such a turnaround, Batman became suspicious and sent in the only people he trusted who could go in undercover. He thought something was coming and this change of character was just misdirection. So now Damian had to sit in this stupid bus and go to this stupid detention center. "Remember, we want to stay low until we meet with our contact on the inside," Tim said.