Dick did not think he’d spend his Monday afternoon with a random kid, that he took from an alleyway, in his apartment.

It wasn’t like he could just ignore them. They barely had any clothes and bruises painted their body everywhere. it was not a good sight.

He stares at you as his leg bounces up and down nervously. What was he supposed to do now? Jason was much better at handling kids than him. Fuck.

“Hey, kid, can you understand me?” He eventually asks, softening his voice to not scare you.