Last chapter! Phew, this was a looong story it feels like!

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Jack couldn't help but give a choked sound of relief as Bruce forced Silas to release him. Bruce looked back at him, eyes shining with concern.

"You alright?"

Jack managed a smile.

"Y-yeah. I'm okay..."

The man nodded, then looked back to Silas, glaring at the man. Silas gave a sound of pain as his arm was twisted painfully hard.

"So I finally get to meet you face-to-face, Silas." Batman growled, shoving the man back.

There was the sound of thudding and grunts of pain, making Jack and the bots look over to see the Justice League and YJ handling the M.E.C.H soldiers. They returned their attention to Bats and Silas.

Bruce slowly advanced on the other man.

"Jack's told me about you. How you killed his mother, how you've been chasing after him, how much you've made him suffer." He said slowly, taking a batarang in his hand. "But now, you see, he's not alone. Now he has me."

Bruce grabbed the front of Silas's uniform, lifting him off the ground. Jack looked away when Bruce lifted a fist. For a long minute, yells of pain and thuds of fists on skin. When it stopped, Jack looked back up and winced.

Silas was discolored, lumps swelling on his face and cuts from a battering littering him. He looked to be in serious pain. Bruce pulled the man forward, so close their noses nearly touched.

"So I'm going to make this clear. If you or M.E.C.H ever try to hurt my son again, I'll make you wish you were dead."

He tossed the other man into a wall where he crumpled into a heap, blood seeping from a fresh wound on his head.

The two leagues, finished with the M.E.C.H agents, came over to stand by Bruce.

"Are the authorities on their way?" Bruce asked, looking at Black Canary.

"They are. We should get moving soon."

Green Arrow glanced at Silas.

"If I were you, I'd stay in prison. Bats always keeps his promises." He said, grinning crookedly.

Silas visibly shuttered, coughing up blood.

Bruce turned to Jack, gripping his shoulders gently.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Jack nodded, smiling up at him. The man took in the sight of the hand shaped bruise that rung around the teen's neck and his eyes softened as he carefully brushed his fingers under the bruise, making Jack wince.

"Woah..." Wally suddenly muttered, getting the attention of the others. They all looked where the young speedster was, and saw the 'bots, all watching with confusion and tension.

"Who're they?" Robin asked, raising a brow. He'd never seen anything like the tall robots.

"Old friends." Jack managed, voice still slightly rasped.

"Jack." Arcee spoke up, moving forward.

The YJ and Justice League quickly moved forward, sheilding Jack from view. The 'bots, in return, lifted their blasters.

"Return Jackson to us." Optimus ordered, voice hard.

"Not a chance!" Robin snapped. "Jack told me about you guys! He told me you wanted to send him away after his mom died, like he wasn't worth anything!"

Bulkhead looked confused.

"What? We never thought that!"

Optimus kneeled down, peering at Jack through the adults.

"Did you truly think that, Jack? That we wanted you gone?"

The teen hesitated, looking down before nodding.

"I...Yeah. You guys...you were going to send me away! When Agent Fowler told you guys that the government wanted to send me to the other side of the country, I thought you guys wouldn't let that happen, that...that you'd protect me! But you didn't! You...you all wanted me to go away too..."

The sound of sirens came, making them all look up.

"We'll need to continue this elsewhere." Superman said, eyes narrowing.

"Wayne Mansion." Jack said shortly. "It isn't a secret base, but the 'bots won't be seen."

"Good idea. Let's go."

Everything was silent in the large garage, neither the 'bots nor the heroes speaking.

It had been like this for a good half hour, and Jack had yet to look up even from the floor.

Finally, Bruce broke the silence.

"Jack. Is this the government tech M.E.C.H wanted information on?"

Blue-grey eyes lifted to meet the man's cowled face.

"They aren't government tech. They're an alien species known as Cybertronians. M.E.C.H wants to know all about them so they can try and build one. But really, they can't completely replicate them."

"How do you know them?" Robin asked curiously.

Jack shrugged.

"A couple years ago they saved me from an attack. I decided to stick around, and became their friend. I'd go with them on missions sometimes, to help keep one of the other Autobot human allies safe, most of the time. But...But after my mom died, the government wanted to send me to an orphanage on the other side of the country. And I thought the 'bots...I thought they wouldn't let it happen, that they wouldn't let the government take me away...But they did."

Jack's voice grew quiet, and his eyes stung with unshed tears.

Dick sat beside Jack, hugging him around the shoulders with an arm.

"Jack." Arcee spoke up, voice uncharacteristically soft. "Did you really think that we were doing it to get rid of you?"

The raven youth nodded, rubbing at his eyes with a hand. Arcee moved forward, kneeling down. She carefully used a hand to lift Jack's chin, making him look at her.

"Jack, we agreed with the government because we wanted you to be safe. We thought if we cut all ties with you, the 'cons would let you live in peace. We didn't do it to hurt you, Jack."

Jack glared.

"Even if you didn't mean to, you did. I left because I figured I'd be better alone. but now I'm not. Now...well now..."

"Now he has us." Bruce finished, knowing what the teen was thinking. Everyone looked at him, slightly surprised. The man moved over to Jack's other side, placing a hand atop the teen's black mop of hair.

"And we won't force him to be alone like you did."

Bulkhead glared from where he stood behind Optimus.

"Then why the frag was he heading to an orphanage?" He demanded.

Bruce returned the glare evenly.

"It was part of the plan. We turned him in so that he'd be sent to and orphanage, where I would go and adopt him."

A shocked silence fell over the 'bots. This man...was going to adopt Jack? Become his father?

Optimus looked to Jack.

"Is this...truly what you want, Jack?"

The teen nodded.

"It is, Optimus. These guys have become family to me. Especially Bats here and Robin. They've become my dad and brother. And unlike you guys, they won't let me go."

"Jack-" Arcee started, but Optimus put a hand on her shoulder.

"No, Arcee. This is what he wants, and we will not stand in the way of his happiness. And only time will tell if our bond with young Jackson will be restored."

The femme looked crestfallen, as did the other 'bots. After a moment of thought, Bruce spoke.

"I can allow you all to visit Jack from time to time, if that's alright with him." He stated, looking at Jack.

The teen hesitated, then nodded.

"Yeah. That'd..." A pause, then he smiled softly. "That'd be nice."

While it wasn't much, it was a start, the 'bots figured.

As long as Jack was safe, they didn't care.

Jack stood in the training room of Mount Justice, aiming with the sniper he held at a target.

A shot, and a bullet sank deep into the center of the target.

"Good aim."

Jack grinned slightly.

"I'm getting better slowly but surely." Jack replied, lowering the sniper and looking at Bruce.

It had been a good three months since the incident with the 'bots and M.E.C.H. Things had calmed down, M.E.C.H seeming to vanish from the face of the Earth, and Jack's Cybertronian friends visiting every weekend. Jack had been improving his skills, expanding out into learning hand-to-hand (in which he surprisingly excelled at) and stealth.

He'd also, with the help of Bruce, Alfred, Dinah and some of the other adults, started catching up on school lessons that were long over due. But he was quickly starting to catch up, thanks to his friends.

Jack grinned, slinging the practice sniper he held over a shoulder.

"Is everything sorted out?"

The man nodded.

"Tommorow we go and fill out your adoption forms, then it's a done deal."

Jack smiled.

"Ready to have two sons instead of one?"

Bruce sighed, but smiled all the same.

"I feel like I'm too old to be a dad, but I'm going to give it a shot anyway."

Jack laughed softly, turning back to the target.

"Well look at it this way, Robin and I both are nearly eighteen. We'll be outta your hair in no time."

"While your concern is touching." Bruce said, moving to stand beside the teen. "I don't know if I'd like an empty mansion. With M.E.C.H out of the picture for now, and you and Robin moving back...It'll be nice to have a loud house again."

Jack grinned crookedly.

"Even after the kithen fiasco?"

Bruce rolled his eyes.

"Yes, even after that. Though, you and Robin are banned from the kitchen now."

Jack laughed again, raising the sniper and taking aim again.

"Noted. Anything you wanted to talk about in paticular, Bruce?"

"In fact, I do. It's about you joining Young Justice."

Jack's aim immediately faltered as he turned an alarmed gaze on Batman.

"I...Wh-what?"

Bruce crossed his arms, smiling slightly.

"I just got out of a meeting with the Justice League and YJ. Everyone agreed that, considering how you've handled yourself around M.E.C.H, you'd be a good addition to the Young Justice."

Jack gaped incredulously.

"Are...are you serious?"

"I'm the Batman." Bruce retorted. "I'm always serious."

Jack gave a joyous, unbelieving laugh.

"Oh man! This-th-this is amazing! Fantastic!"

Bruce grinned.

"Oh? Well c'mon, let's go to the Batcave. I bet I can make it even better."

Jack looked at the man in confusion. What could make this any greater?

They entered the Zeta tube, and in mere seconds, they were in the Batcave.

Jack followed Bruce as the man went over to a tinted glass cylider that was tall and wide. With the flick of a switch, the glass went clear.

Jack gaped.

Inside the cylinder, a hero outfit was displayed.

A dark blue, skin-tight body suit displayed a white tribal bird on the front. Black boots and fingerless gloves were paired with it, as well as a silver utility belt. A white mask, similar to Robin's, waited to be worn.

"Woah..."

Bruce grinned slightly, crossing his arms.

"Robin and I have been working on it for weeks now. Like it?"

"Like it? More like love it! It's amazing! And it's for me?!"

"No, it's for Alfred." Bruce replied with rare sarcasm. "Of course it's for you."

Jack laughed going and pressing a hand to the glass.

"Just...wow..."

Smiling, Bats pressed another button, and the glass slid back with a hiss.

"Go ahead and try it on." Batman said to the surprised teen. "I'll be right back, I need to change into civies myself."

Jack nodded, hesitantly pressing a hand to the smooth fabric.

Bruce retreated into another room of the Batcave, giving Jack the nessisary privacy to change clothes.

Jack hesitated only a moment more before peeling off his clothes, and pulling on the suit.

When Bruce returned, black cowl gone, he found Jack standing to the side of the room, examining himself.

Bruce got a strange sense of nostalga, remembering seeing Robin in his super suit for the first time. That was a memory that was precious to the man, and now...now this was too.

Jack looked up, then ducked his head shyly as he turned to Bruce.

"So..." The teen said slowly. "What...What do you think?"

Bruce's face was emotionless for a moment, and Jack's heart dropped, but then the man smiled, setting a hand on the teen's shoulder.

"Like a real hero, Silver Wing."