I love the idea of Batman acting fatherly, towards Robin or towards anyone else, and so when this idea popped into my mind on Saturday I had to get it done. We already know Batman takes in Robin, but what if he took in the rest of the titans?

Enjoy!

Prologue:

Bruce Wayne knew his life would change forever when he adopted two year old Richard Grayson. He hadn't ever really been a family man, he didn't have experience being a father but he was doing his best, he was ready for this change. However, he hadn't known just how much his life was going to change, until the middle of the night a few weeks later.

"Master Wayne, someone left something at the front door for you."

"I swear, if it's a bomb again…"

"It doesn't appear to be a bomb."

"Good." Bruce pulled on his robe and slippers before hesitating.

"This isn't a ploy to get me downstairs for a surprise party, is it Alfred?"

"No sir, not after last time." Satisfied with that answer, Batman headed downstairs, pausing outside his son's room to listen to Richard's breathing. Once again satisfied, he finished his saunter to the front door, and there received the shock of his life.

Now, obviously a lot of things have happened to Bruce Wayne that could be considered surprising and life altering, but not quite anything like this. At the front door of Wayne Manor sat a box of…

Children. There were four young children in the box, each distinct, each odd. The oldest was four at most, a blend of human and robot, the youngest cyborg ever. The oldest held the youngest away from the chaos that ensued at the bottom of the box. The youngest was probably only a year old and resembled broccoli from head to toe. The chaos at the bottom of the box was two girls, both probably Richard's age, one with reddish pink hair and glowing neon green eyes, who was poking at and instigating the purple haired girl, who had crafted a shadowy shield to defend herself from pokiness.

"Can we come in? Gar is sleepy." The four year old asked, rocking and shhing the one year old, who did seem a bit cranky. Bruce's paternal instincts immediately took over and he quickly herded the four out of the chilly night and into his warm and cozy home.

Soon they were set up in his living room, with blankets and pillows. They were all clearly exhausted and Bruce didn't want to push them, but he needed a few answers. He gently took the little green baby from the oldest, wrapping him in a blanket and cradling him to his chest.

"What's your name?" He asked the cyborg.

"Victor."

"Do you know everyone else's name?" The girls were asleep against each other on the couch and the little green cuddlebug on his chest was fast asleep, so only Victor was awake to be interrogated.

"Garfield, Raven, Koriand'r." Victor pointed them out as he named them.

"Who left you here?"

"Dunno."

"Where are your parents?"

"We don't got any. My parents died in a car crash but someone put me back together."

"Okay… Let's get you four to bed, and we'll figure things out in the morning."

Alfred helped him take the kids to some nearby guest bedrooms, keeping tiny Garfield next to him in his own room, expecting the tot would need attention before the night was through. He sent someone out for diapers and was equipped when the boy woke up at three absolutely sobbing. Bruce was horrified to discover the child was filthy and bruised, like he really had been all on his own until he landed at Wayne Manor. No wonder Garfield was sobbing. The little boy just needed someone to care for him. He washed and changed the child and hummed him back to sleep, but didn't get much more rest himself, because he was busy making decisions and plans. This is certainly not what he had bargained for, but the choice was obvious. Even if from here on out everything would be improvised.

"Good morning Richard, come meet your new friends." Bruce tried to seem cheerful instead of utterly exhausted. Obviously five kids was an enormous handful that he wasn't prepared to take on by himself. Fortunately, he had Alfred to take it on with him! Of course he also had to run his business and protect Gotham, but these were probably all things he was capable of...

"Friends?" Richard asked sleepily as Bruce carried him to breakfast.

"Yep! Four brand new friends." He prayed his "kids" would all get along. Alfred was downstairs making pancakes for everyone. Richard clapped his hands excitedly, and Bruce let out a sigh of relief. Maybe this would all work out just fine.

Victor sat in a chair with Garfield on his lap, and Raven and Koriand'r sat on books. Hands and faces were sticky with syrup and Bruce had to smile at the sight.

"Richard this is Victor and Garfield and Raven and Koriand'r. They're going to be living with us for a while."

"Cool!" Richard cheered. Bruce sat him down in front of a pancake.

"Thanks Alfred, you're a lifesaver."

"Of course Master Wayne, happy to help." Bruce looked over the sea of children, noticing Garfield make an odd face. He watched curiously, and then the little boy sneezed and turned into a bearded dragon. Bruce turned pale, but Victor just held onto him more carefully until he turned back. Richard clapped in awe and Victor shrugged at Bruce.

"Gar does that."

"I see." Then Koriand'r hopped down from her seat and lifted Raven's chair effortlessly over her head, Raven still perched up there. Without even looking away from her plate Raven gained shadowy control of the chair and levitated it to the ground. Bruce felt like he was going to faint. Alfred patted him on the shoulder.

"Fatherhood is full of surprises."

"I'm going to make a call."