P.O.V of Robin. (One month later.)

"Dick." Slade came over to me at the end of the funeral with a woman in tow.
"Yeah?" I asked, wiping away any stray tears.
"This lady has something to say to you." He said.
"Richard John Grayson," She said, "It is my honor to say that you have now been adopted by Slade Joseph Wilson."
I turned to Slade with large eyes and ran into a hug, "Thank you." I breathed.
"I wasn't going to leave you at some orphanage now was I?" Slade replied.
I chatted all the way home, which was still a mess but we had cleaned up the worst of it, and I stopped when I saw the team there.
"Happy adoption day!" They chorused.
I didn't have time to fully register my surprise when Wally came over, dumped me in the kitchen and placed a cake in front of me, "Now make the first cut, I'm starving."We all laughed, even Slade letting out a chuckle and dug in.

This was going to be a good life.