Summary: Aaron Grayson, son of the famous Robin and Starfire, has been faced with challenges throughout his whole life, but he can deal with them. None, however, can compare to the wall that stands between him and the rest of his family. StarRob, BBRae, VicBee, JxKF

Disclaimer: I'm sad to report that I own absolutely nothing. (It's depressing, isn't it?)

Author's notes: OK, wow. I'm on my fourth fic. This is freaky: and it's going to be multiple chapters. Come on. I need serious applause for this. It is hard for me to write just chapters and not the whole thing. I got inspired for this on my way back from my cousin's Bar Mitzvah. I got to miss school on Monday! I got snowed in my hotel in New Jersey, and got to spend extra time with my cousins – all seven of them are boys and younger than me.

Enough talk. Let's get down to business.

Try

Inspired by the song I'll Try by Jonatha Brooke

Richard ran his fingers nervously through his limp hair, which he hadn't bothered to fix today. Today was the big day – it had begun yesterday, actually. After a severe panic back at the tower, he now sat in the waiting room of the maternity ward of the Jump City Hospital. Any person walking by would have thought him to be a normal guy who was waiting anxiously for news. Richard bounced a small redhead boy on his lap, whose bubbly laugh was the only thing keeping him sane. The little boy was about two, and was his son. His wife, Kori, or Starfire, was back in her room getting prepped.

Glancing at the clock, Richard groaned. How long had it been since they had arrived? An hour? Two hours? He had lost track of time long ago. Now, the only thing that sat between he and his wife were a set of double doors and a hallway. Leaning back in his seat, a comforting hand was placed on his shoulder. It was his half-metallic friend, Vic, who was smiling down at him. "Relax, man. Everything is going to be fine. Kori is strong – she'll be fine." Yes, there was an element of truth to this, but he was allowed to worry, wasn't he? He knew that all of his friends, who were surrounding him in the waiting room, were also concerned that he was worrying too much.

Gar and Raven sat across from him with their two-year-old daughter, Emily, and were both watching their daughter in silence. Vic and Karen were sitting to his left. Karen's hand was resting gently on her stomach. She and her husband had decided to have a baby, and everyone knew it would be a matter of months before she was expecting as well. The final couple waiting in the room was Wally and his newlywed wife, Jinx, now known by her real name, Gwyneth. They had been married last month, and were not looking at children for a few years. Two children, soon to be three, around the tower were enough for now.

A scream sounded from inside the double doors, and a nurse rushed through, her hair frazzled and her face a mixture of amazement and panic. She glanced around and made eye contact with Richard. "Mr. Richard Grayson? We're not quite ready for you yet, but your wife wants you back there immediately. I suggest you comply. She's completely tense and I don't want to risk hurting her or the baby."

"What about me?" Richard joked nervously, handing the little boy on his lap to Vic, who took him willingly. He stood and trudged into the back with the nurse. Through the double doors, she led him to the third door on the right, where Kori now was. Her brow was covered in sweat, and her eyes were glowing bright green, but they immediately returned to normal when Richard came. "Hey, Kori. How are you holding up?"

"The process of birthing children is most painful, I must say. Why did they not allow you to come back to our room when we first arrived?"

"Well, they had to get you into your hospital gown and get you situated on the bed before setting up machinery. Then the doctor is called in and I can come."

"I see now," Kori replied in sudden understanding. The conversations stopped there and she let out a cry that could have knocked people down a mile away. A nurse did some examining, and told them that I was time. Kori's face was scrunched up in pain. Richard grasped his wife's hand and held it tight. She squeezed it so tightly that is fingers began to turn purple, which was nothing compared to the shade of her face. Another contraction hit, and she screamed. Richard thought his hand would fall off, but thought of how much more she was hurting. The nurse coaxed them on, telling them that it would only be another few minutes. Richard glanced at the clock – it was nearly six in the morning. Kori had woken him up eight hours ago with the news.

After four more pain-filled minutes for both husband and wife, the nurse gave a shout of triumph. "A head! Your baby has a head – I can feel it!"

"Did you hear that, Kori? She can feel the baby's head!"

After hours of scrunching in concentration, her face broke out into an honest-to-God smile, which was replaced by an outcry from her once more. Any minute now…

"One more big push, and you'll have a new baby," called the nurse.

Kori went full out. Her eyes glowed, and she gave a final scream. As her cry reverberated around the room, it was joined by the loud cry of a baby. Richard threw a glance at the clock; 5:53 AM. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It was not given to the couple yet, but merely presented. The nurse held up the baby – it would not have been beautiful to the average person, but to Richard and Kori, it was the most beautiful sight in the world. It was purple rather wet, but they didn't notice those things. They saw its eyes, nose, and mouth; its ten fingers and ten toes; its belly button and little ears. They saw its hair – a small pouf of black at the top. The baby would be a miniature version of its father. "It's a boy," Kori breathed before falling back on her pillows, exhausted.

The baby boy was carried off to be examined. He was laid down on a small table, where the nurse cleaned him and then the doctor took over. He examined the baby's face, head, body, and arms. He reached the legs and stopped. Something wasn't right. They were slightly tangled, which only meant…

The doctor wrapped the boy up in a blanket and returned him safely to his mother's arms. "Oh, Richard, may I present his name for the nurse to write down on his certificate of birth?" He nodded and she recited, as though she had said it a million times, "Aaron Samuel Grayson." The parents, now satisfied, took to admiring their new son. Now completely unnoticed, the doctor cleared his throat. "Yes?" Kori asked.

"I want to congratulate you both on your new son. However, I have some bad news." He watched the couple draw back in fear, not knowing what they would soon hear. He loved helping to perform miracles each day, but this was the only aspect he hated. "You have a perfectly healthy son, however, Aaron was born with tangled legs. Most babies are born with straight legs that are aligned their body. However, his bones developed in an odd shape. We will be able to straighten them out, but it will take time. Aaron will never have fully-functional legs, but with the right treatment, he may be able to walk by the time he is four if we're lucky."

Richard felt his heart break into a million pieces. This was not what was supposed to happen. Aaron was supposed to be a perfect baby, just like Bruce, who was already showing signs of super-strength at his young age. Tears beginning to form in his eyes, Richard closed them and thanked the doctor for all his help. Turning back to Kori and Aaron, he looked into the little boy's eyes. Only minutes old, and they were already twinkling. He smiled – they would make it through Aaron's problems. The Grayson family could overcome anything – they always had. "May I?" he asked Kori, who smiled weakly.

He took the baby up in his arms and immediately felt his heart swell with pride. It didn't matter that his son had a disability, he told himself, and any child of Kori was bound to be wonderful. Aaron yawned and began to howl. Kori took the child back in her arms and began to nurse him. "One thing's for sure – there's absolutely nothing wrong with his lungs. Listen to that!" Richard laughed. Kori laughed genuinely, having a mother's instinct that everything would be fine. Richard's laugh, however, was a bitter one. He knew that he loved Aaron, but he wasn't perfect like Bruce. His head told him things that he wanted to hear, but a voice in the back of his mind knew otherwise.

Glancing back once more, he went back to the waiting room, where he called everyone in. Bruce rushed to his daddy, holding his arms up. Richard scooped him up and led him over to the bed where Kori sat. There was a soft intake of breath from Bruce, who was mesmerized by the bundle of blankets in his mother's arms. "Baby," he breathed. Richard smiled – Bruce didn't need to know about Aaron's problem just now. No one did. The air was filled with so much joy. Everyone wanted to get a look at the newborn.

"He looks just like you, Richard," Raven said, admiring him.

"Yeah. It's Robin II," Gar added as a joke, shifting Emily in his arms.

"Congratulations, man. You too, Kori." Richard looked up at Vic, who had just wished them well. He had such a positive outlook. Something about Vic gave him confidence. For the first time, he had the feeling that everything might actually turn out all right. After all, anything is possible with your friends at your side. Keeping his son's impairment a secret for now, he called the nurse back in and called everyone over to the bed to gather around for a photograph. Richard beamed at the camera. He knew Kori would want to hang the picture up at the Tower, so he had to smile happily. If anyone were to look back on this day, nothing but happy memories would ever come to mind.

There it be! I'm sorry it was so short. It is only the intro, after all. I know what general direction I'm going with the story, but I have absolutely no clue how many chapters it will take.

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