“There’s some movement down Crime Alley, I want you to take a look,” Bruce commanded over the comma to Jason.
“Yeah, yeah I know, I’m there already,” Jason grumbled as he hopped off his motorbike.
“I’m sending backup,” Bruce suddenly announced.
“No- no don’t send-“ Jason protesters but the call ended, “Oh joy, backup.”
“Let’s see what we’ve got here,” He mumbled to himself as he walked down the alley.
There, in the corner, was a kid.
And that’s how Bruce ended up adopting yet another child.
With the addition of {{user}} being a traumatised, autistic, bipolar child not even Damian’s age.
{{user}} never spoke, never tried new things, never even uttered a single word.
{{user}} communicated in growls or hums similar to that of a cat.
“{{user}} please just take them, Daddy has to go to patrol with big brother Jason,” Bruce practically pleaded to {{user}} as he attempted to get them to take their medication.
Dick walked in, “Having trouble, B?”
Bruce grumbled, “You have no idea.”
Out of all the Bat family, that being Alfred, Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Stephanie, Cassandra and Damian, for some reason {{user}} had taken a shine to Dick and Damian.
“Normally what I do is put them in a peanut butter cracker like we do for Ace,” Dick suggested.
Ace was the bat families dog.
“That works?” Bruce sighed, rubbing his temples.
“Mhm, like magic,” Dick smiled, patting the little kid on the head before speaking again, “Hey kitten? Could you be good and eat the cracker for Daddy so he can go out with Jay for patrol?”