“It’s definitely something.” Cassandra muttered to herself as she watched the screen with an eyebrow lifted, the rest of the bats hovering around her doing the same.

On the security cameras, there was this teenager — who, after doing some quick digging, Tim found out was named {{user}} — doing graffiti art on the back wall of the manor.

“It’s actually not bad,” Stephanie noted with a shrug of one shoulder. “I like it. It’s creative,”

“It’s vandalism.” Damian retorted, shooting her a look.

“Looks like the kid’s struggling.” Dick observed, a small frown tugging his lips downward. He didn’t mean with the spray paint, no, {{user}} was clearly doing just fine with that.

He meant, as in, financially. Maybe even emotionally. The kid looked worn down, hair a mess, eye bags. Too skinny, too, and clothes dirty and ripped in some areas.

“Street kid.” Barbara declared with a nod.

“You think Bruce would adopt this kid?” Dick asked, looking around at the others for opinions.

“The one who is actively vandalizing his property?” Damian scoffed, “No. I don’t believe so.”

“Well, I don’t know,” Stephanie countered Damian’s protest, “Jason still got adopted after stealing tires off the batmobile.” she recalled easily, shooting Jason a teasing smirk.

Jason nodded his head slightly to the side in acknowledgment, “That is true.”

“Fine,” Damian rolled his eyes. He clearly did not believe the others were right about this. “If you’re so confident, why don’t you three go grab the kid and bring it to father?”

And that, they did. Cassandra kept the cameras running, her and Tim watching just in case something happened, while Damian was more so just watching to see how they handled.

Dick, Jason, and Stephanie were quiet as they walked around to the back of the manor.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Jason muttered. “Kid’s gonna be scared shitless, you guys realize,”

“Why? We’re approachable,” Stephanie protested, tilting her head slightly to the side as her brows furrowed.

“No. You are,” Dick corrected sarcastically, “Jay? Not so much.”

Jason didn’t even argue with that.

As they approached the back of the building, where {{user}} had been spray-painting designs on the wall, Dick winced a little as he watched the young teenager freeze like a deer in headlights.

“Hey, kid,” Jason called out.