CHAPTER ONE
THE MEETING

For the fifth time since leaving the restaurant next to the airport Dick forced his leg to stop bouncing. Bruce, from behind the steering wheel of the convertible Porsche rental, raised an eyebrow, silently teasing Dick in his nervousness. This earned Bruce a half hearted glare and a whole hearted sigh.

Dr.s Jack and Maddie Fenton, adoptive parents of his long lost brother, want to meet and "get to know him" and discuss "how we should proceed." Dick's usual suave and calculated demeanor had been reduced to a bundle of barely controlled nerves. So, despite his surrogate father's tease Dick was more than a little relieved that he was here. Yes, Dick had faced many worse situations, both life and sanity threatening situations, on his own before, but this was much different. And he wasn't entirely sure if he could have done this on his own. But while Bruce's presence helped calm his nerves, it also added to them. According to what they researched, his brother was a negligent slacker that had a problem with authority. Three things his mentor did not tolerate and Dick really didn't want his mentor to dislike or even be unimpressed by his brother.

Never saying a word, Bruce navigated the small city, patiently letting Dick cycle through working himself up and calming himself down. However, Dick pulled out of his thoughts when the FentonWorks spectacle loomed into view at the end of the street. Bruce broke the silent spell in the car as he leaned forward to get a better look.

"Wow, it's even better in person."

The billionaire parked in front of the outrageous brick house that seemed to testify to the inhabitants' opinion on the phrase 'go big or go home' and admired their well hidden and extensive security systems.

"Bruce, what if this was a bad idea? I mean, he even doesn't remember my-our parents. I never even met him. Heck, I didn't even know he existed until this last month. He's had this family his whole life. I'll probably just be an awkward stressor in his life that reminds him that he's adopted and-and-and what if his parents hate me and decide tha-"

"Dick," his mentor interrupted firmly with concealed amusement. "You're going to be fine. Promise."

His ward nodded, took a few calming breaths through his nose, filling it with the smell of air freshener, disinfectant, and new car. He checked his watch. It read '12:54'. They were six minutes early.

Jasmine Fenton, or simply Jazz, had planned on studying at the library today. But she had developed a small headache when a particularly loud explosion in her parents lab woke her up this morning, that her parents were still cleaning up after. Due to her headache, she changed her mind about studying and chose to use her free Saturday to relax in her room instead. She lounged on her neatly made bed, reading "Metamorphosis" for the third time when she heard the door bell and her mom call to her from the basement.

"Jazz sweetie! Could you get the door? I believe it's Mr. Wayne, and your father and I still have to decontaminate!"

"Alright mom!"

Jazz sighed at her parents poor etiquette. They had planned to meet with Mr. Wayne in their own house over a week ago. And they still managed to be late.

Jazz rushed down the stairs and paused at the door to tuck a few red stray hairs behind her ear, adjusted her headband, and straighten her black, long sleeved, shirt. Once finished, Jazz opened the door to greet her parents guests. The two gentlemen that smiled warmly on the door step, caused her to pause, caught of guard by their alluring charm. The older of the two Jazz immediately recognized as Mr. Bruce Wayne of Wayne Enterprises. He wore a casual gray suite that showed no signs of having been worn on a two hour flight. While the younger gentleman looked very familiar, but Jazz was unable to place his name. He wore light gray jeans and a plain white tee with a blue unbuttoned button up shirt. Though the younger man's smile felt a little strained, Jazz couldn't help the pink that found its way to her cheeks in response to his gaze.

"Good afternoon, you must be Mr. Wayne." Jazz greeted him with a professional air.

"Good afternoon to you too. But, please, call me Bruce. And this here is my ward, Dick."

The young man gave her a smile and a small tilt of his head.

"A-alright, I'm Jazz Fenton. Please, come in and make yourselves comfortable." She ushered them in and gestured to the living couches.

"My parents are downstairs in the lab. They might be a while, because their having to 'decontaminate' after an accident this morning. So, while we wait can I get you some drinks? I can get you some water or make some tea or coffee?"

"Water is fine, thank you, Jazz."

"Same for me. But, um, 'Decontaminate'?" Dick could help but ask.

"There was a particularly messy accident in the lab this morning. I've learned not to ask, so I really can't tell you more beyond that." She told him sheepishly.

While Jazz got water from the kitchen, Dick was a little confused. He wondered why she had known Bruce's name, but not his. It wasn't all that unusual with Bruce being Bruce Wayne and all. But wasn't he the one meeting with the Fentons and Bruce the tag along? His mentor seemed to have picked up on something he had missed. So he let it go and decided to follow Bruce's lead in ignoring it.

Jazz came back and set two glasses of water on the round coffee table in front of them.

"Thanks again, Jazz."

"No problem, Mr. W- Bruce." Jazz cleared her throat and seated herself in the chair catty-corner to the couch. "So, how was your fli-"

"GAAAH! I am so LATE!" An anguished cry interrupted her. "I can't belie-WAH!"

The three heads in the living room turned towards the cry just in time to see a tangled mess of scrawny limbs noisily cartwheel down the stairs and land face first at the bottom with his arms outstretched uselessly above his head.

Without moving the figure groaned into the floor. "Arrg, today is going to be one of those days, isn't it?"

All three spectators snapped out of their shock and were on their feet in an instant. Though Jazz was the first to reach the fallen figure.

"DANNY! Are you you alright?" She tried to help her brother up.

"Oh yes, Jazz. I just fell down a flight of stairs, again. I'm perfectly fine." Danny replied flatly, getting up just fine on his own. They all relaxed a bit seeing that he hadn't done too much damage.

"Again? Does this happen often?" Bruce inquired with an arched eyebrow, impressed with the kids pain tolerance. While his partner stared numbly at the teen. The teens black hair was flattened on one side of his head and sticking up at the top in an obvious case of bed-head. The pink on his nose steadily increased to a borderline red from the impact it had just suffered, while his lip bled slightly.

"Uh," Danny took a moment to register the presence of the two strangers, then rubbed the back of his neck. "Um, no. Not anymore anyway. I just happened to fall down the stairs at school yesterday."

"Uhuh."

"Danny, did Dash push your down the stairs agaiiiii-OHMYGOSH! You're bleeding! I'll be right back!" And like that she was gone. An awkward silent five seconds followed.

"Um, I'm Danny, by the way." He gave a small uncertain wave.

"Nice to meet you Danny. I'm Bruce Wayne, you can call me Bruce. And this is-"

"Dick Grayson." He introduced himself a little breathlessly.

Jazz had returned just in time to hear his introduction and stood frozen in the kitchen doorway behind Danny with a first aid kit in hand. She studied Dick's face anew, her eyes widening as she put the pieces together.

Danny, however, only paused a moment. Dick could literally see the cogs turning in his head.

"Oh! Right!" Danny burst, startling Jazz and Dick. "Super important meeting with Mr. Wayne. That I'm supposed to stay out of the way for... That's today. Whoops."

"Danny, you... are such... a space cadet!" Jazz exclaimed.

Danny turned around, clearly confused. But forgot his confusion when he saw the kit in her hands.

"Ja~azz, I don't need any first aid. My lip has already stopped bleeding."

She huffed and rolled her eyes. "And your arm?"

"Huh?" He glanced at the arm that ached the most. An angry red scrape near his elbow greeted him. He put his arm down and started backing towards the front door, looking uneasy at the thought of Jazz taking care of his arm.

"You know what? I'm already an hour late for studying for finals with Sam an Tuck as it is, so I'll just patch it up when I get to Sam's. IGotToGoItWasNiceToMeetYouBye!" He rushed for the door.

"Daniel Fenton! You will not-" SLAM.

Everyone stared at the door and for a stunned moment nobody said anything.

Dick has an uncanny ability to read people and he prides himself in the fact he is one of the very few people who are able to read the stoic face of the Batman. So, when Dick glanced at Bruce he was able to see past the I'm-a-normal-human-who-gets-stunned-by-things-too mask, but bristled when all he saw was amusement and calculation.

"Ahem, well." Jazz brightly started. She turned to Dick while tucking a loose hair behind her ear. "How are you related to Danny?"

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