Clark, Barry and Diana stood awkwardly in the front room. They knew Bruce liked to let his kids do dangerous things but this new child was too young to be added to his small child army. He was only eight and, by the sounds of it, had been through a lot. "Should we let him?" Barry asked. "Let's meet this child first," Diana answered. "Get a profile then talk with Bruce at the next meeting about it. The other boys haven't had that many negative side effects from it all. Jason's school work improved, Damian's temper tantrums reduced and Tim's popularity at school increased due to his new confidence. They've learnt how to manage stress productively as well."

"As much as I hate to say it, maybe the kid needs it," Clark added. "And Bruce will do it even if we don't agree.

They were going to talk more but were interrupted by the brothers. "Guys, this is Richard Grayson but he prefers Dick," Tim announced, bringing Dick to the front of them. "Dick this is Clark Kent, Barry Allen and Diana Prince." He stared at them then smiled. Diana couldn't help but coo at how adorable he was. Cute children were her kryptonite. "Hi Dick, how are you?" she asked. "Good thanks."

"Where'd you find this one?" Barry asked. Judging by his last name, he wasn't a biological kid. He looked thin enough to be a street kid like Jason, trying to steal the hubcaps off of the Batmobile. Dick tensed a little. "Juvie. Orphanages were full." Jason stated. 

"Orphanages? I'm so sorry, how long ago did they pass?" Diana asked. 

"Six months about. I don't like to keep count of the days since," Dick replied, eyes darting to the floor. "Wait, Richard Grayson? As in the circus kid?" Clark asked suddenly. Dick nodded, unsure to what he was confirmed for The Blue Boyscout. "I heard about your... case. I'm sorry we haven't brought Zucco to justice yet," Clark apologised. Dick fell silent and sniffled a little. "Dick?" Tim asked. 

"S-sorry. J-just a l-little up-upset," he stuttered. 

"Drake take Grayson outside for a minute," Damian ordered. Tim nodded and walked Dick out of the room. "I'm sorry if I caused offence," Clark began. 

"That's not why I wanted him out of the room. Todd and I were wondering about something that we haven't discussed with Father, Tim or Dick yet," Damien interrupted. 

"Oh?" Diana said in intrigue.

"Dick has been in a violent situation and we're not sure of the severity of it. We want to question him about it but we don't know how. Bruce isn't exactly great at being heartfelt so we thought we'd ask you." Jason added.

"Tim seems to be handling him fine," Barry pointed out. 

"Drake's too nice to question him. How would you go about doing so?" Damian asked. They thought for a second. "Well, I've heard kids who have been in violent circumstances are asked to draw pictures of what happened," Barry answered. It was something he'd heard being discussed at the station but he'd never put it to use. "I'd suggest getting him comfortable first and address him in a kind manner. Don't talk down to him," Clark commented. 

"Make sure he knows that crying is okay and you're capable of comforting him. Break up your questions by asking if he wants to carry on." Diana said.

"Thanks. We kinda only invited you here to ask that and get you to like him," Jason admitted. 

"Then we'll be off. I'm guessing we'll be seeing Dick in a suit soon?" Diana asked. She didn't want it to be true but she didn't have much say in the matter. "Yeah, I think he's going to name himself Robin after Drake or something. We'll contact you if we have any more questions," Damian replied waving them off. "Should we go start?" he asked Jason. "Let's tell Bruce first, then when he comes home to see Dick crying he won't make us do fifty push-ups," the other replied. Damian nodded and text Bruce what they were doing. He gave them confirmation and they went about starting the questioning.

Tim was hugging Dick on the couch. He'd stopped crying but he still wanted comfort. "Grayson, can we ask something of you?" Damian asked walking into the room. 

"Sure," he mumbled. 

"We know that you don't like talking about him but what about drawing about it?" Jason asked. Dick raised an eyebrow at the pieces of paper and crayons being placed on the table in front of him. "You want me to draw the bad things that happened?" he asked.

"Yes. It'll make it easier to talk about that way. Wanna try?" Damian replied. Dick was unsure at first then nodded, maybe letting them in on his secrets wouldn't be so bad. They smiled and left him to it. He slid off the couch and sat on his knees on the floor. At first, he didn't know where to start. "The night," he muttered setting himself on track. He began, tearing up a little at each drawing.

In the end, he had drawn five pictures and the red crayon was only a stub. Now all he had to do was show them...