Summary: What if Bruce found himself with more than one child in the manor?

Bruce was nervous. Yes, the man who goes out at night to fight villains in a bat suit without a care in the world was actually nervous. And it wasn't because of something he would normally would be worried about. Or, maybe this ocassion was one for him to be nervous about.

The call he had gotten was enough to worry about in itself. His old friend, Brave Bow, had fallen horribly ill and was just waiting for death to take him. But that wasn't what Bruce was nervous about. Sad? Very, but he wasn't nervous about death. At least, not anymore.

Brave Bow had taken a kid under his wing, and had asked Bruce to take care of him. Of course, Bruce couldn't say no to him. Brave Bow had donw so much for him, this was the least Bruce could do. But, now that he was pulling up to the reservation, he couldn't help but ask himself what he was doing.

Bruce got out of the car and walked over to the door, not missing the glances he got from the women who were wearing some heavy make-up. He knocked on the door, not wanting to be run over this time, and waited patiently as whoever was inside went to answer. The boy couldn't have been older than thirteen, with red hair, and blood-shot green eyes.

"I bet you're Bruce." The boy said, to which Bruce nodded. "Brave Bow told me about you. Come on." And he disappeared inside.

Bruce followed the boy, taking in all the pictures and decorations that were on the walls. Most of the pictures were of Brave Bow and the boy, along with some that held other adults. There were also drawings, bows and arrows, fishing rods, and a few more things strewn across the walls and floor.

Bruce stepped inside Brave Bow's room to find Roy standing next to the sick man, holding his hand while muttering some things in Navajo that Bruce couldn't understand. Brave Bow looked up at Bruce and gave him a sad smile, then said, "Go, Roy. Start packing your bags. I must talk with Mr. Wayne."

Roy seemed reluctant at the instructions, but he still walked out of the room. Bruce looked after the boy, already having doubts about his decisions, but Brave Bow managed to pull him out of his thoughts.

"I must say, Bruce. I really am thankful for everything you are doing." The older man wheezed, making Bruce look down at him.

"No need to thank me, Brave Bow. If anything, I should be thanking you. What with everything you've done for me."

Brave Bow shook his head, and said, "I would like you to take him away now, if you don't mind."

Bruce seemed to want to protest at that, but Brave Bow shook his head. "I do not want him to remember me like this. Sick, barely able to get up, barely able to do anything for myself. It will not be fair for either of us."

"But what would happen to him if he left like this? If he's anything like what you have told me, he'll hold himself guilty for not doing anything to help you." Bruce should know. He was the king of feeling guilty.

And the man shook his head. "There is no need for you to worry about that now. The boy also wants to leave. He has not said anything, but I know. Nobody else wants him here, and now that I am to die, the people are more than eager to make him leave."

Bruce sighed, yet nodded. "Okay, when do I take him?"

"Today." A child-like voice pipped up, making both men turn to the door.

Roy was there, with his only backpack slung over his shoulder, already all of his belongings inside. He had known he would have to leave. He just wanted it to be on his own terms, not anybody else's. Bruce raised an eyebrow at the boy, but nodded.

"Then that is that. Roy will be coming with me to Gotham." Bruce said.

Brave Bow and Roy nodded, and Bruce knew they would need some time alone. "I'll be in the car. Come on when you're ready."

Roy nodded at him as the strange man left the room, then turned to Brave Bow. "Why must this happen?"

Brave Bow sighed, and weakly raised his arms to show Roy to get over there. Roy walked towards the man and hugged him, but still didn't let the tears fall. "Roy, we must all pass through great hardships in our lives. Whatever you have to pass through, it will only make you stronger." He told Roy, then ruffled the boy's hair for the last time. "Now, I would like you to take whatever bow you would like."

Roy's eyes widened, but he still nodded. He knew Brave Bow well enough to know that he wasn't kidding. "O-okay. G-goodbye, Brave Bow."

"Goodbye, Roy. I will always be with you."

"And this will be your room." Bruce finished the tour of the manor by showing Roy his room.

Already they had arrived at the manor after a four hour drive, eaten dinner with Alfred, and taken the tour. Bruce could tell the boy was slowly warming up to him, but he would still have a long way to go before he had Roy's full trust.

"Hey, Brucey, Alfy told me we have a new house guest!" A voice announced, making both males turn to the door, only to find Bruce's first and ex-only child.

Bruce smiled at Jason, and nodded. "Jason, this is Roy. Roy, this is Jason, my son." He explained.

Jason walked into the room and started to inspect the younger boy. The thirteen year old nodded at Roy, and stuck his hand out. "Welcome to the family, buddy boy!"

Roy looked at him uncertainly, then up at Bruce, who nodded. "It's a pleasure to be here, Jason."

And Jason pulled Roy in for a noogie, making Bruce smile. He knew that if Jason accepted Roy into the family, everything would be okay. Which was technically true, but not in the way Bruce thought it would be.

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