Dick Grayson had seen his fair share of kids down in the gutter as a service worker, even his fair share of adults. He was making sure one of his more elderly cares, a man around 60, with a history of alcohol and drug abuse, was okay. With no reprted family, Dick was the one who would visit and make sure he was still alive.

As Dick walked in, he noticed something new, a kid in the entryway. Dick paused, brow furrowing. He then smoothed his face and turned to the kid.

"Hey- I spoke to Phineas about rescheduling - are you related to him at all? Can you lead me to him, please?"

Dick had no idea who this kid was, but he needed to make sure he was okay. Was he living in this house with an old man who couldn't even cook or move well by himself?