HEEEY! How ya doooin'? ... Not answering, huh? Rude...

Anyway, in this story Richard Grayson gets constant injuries when not at school, and after a rumour about Bruce Wayne harming his ward, Bruce is arrested and Dick is left without anybody to care for him. ('Cause Alf's arrested too.) Bad summary, give it a chance! :D

Disclaimer: Don't own Young Justice, if I did, Birdflash would be canon, Wally would be okay, Supermartian would be in the second season and La'gann would be DEAD.

Disclaimer 2: Don't own Batman, if I did, the batfamily would be really close, and Selina and Bruce would be married.

Disclaimer 3: Don't own DC, if I did, Superman, Wonder Woman and Bats would have a threesome. ;D

Richard Grayson hobbled down the front hallway of Gotham Academy. He got many glances in his direction and a few `aws`.

`Jesus, I'm thirteen! STOP AWING!` He thought, holding his crutches even tighter.

On patrol last night he had a run in with Harley and her mallet. She had managed to get a secure blow to his right leg, making a green-stick fracture in it, it wasn't much but still needed a cast.

"Mr. Grayson, what happened this time?" Miss Hart asked, not really shocked that the boy had another injury.

"Fell out of a tree." Dick replied, not glancing at the blonde teacher. Miss Hart was by far Richard's favourite teacher; she was a maths teacher after all.

"I don't believe that, Richard," The algebra teacher commented, putting her hands on her hips. "You turn up to school with a new injury every week!"

"Miss, I'm fine!" Dick exclaimed.

"Like I said, I don't believe you Mr. Grayson." The female repeated. Mr. Oaks, the drama teacher, walked past the two. "Mr. Oaks, do you agree with me?"

"Huh?" The drama teacher asked, turning around.

"Do you agree with me that Richard has had far too many injuries?" She asked, putting on a seductive smile.

"Yeah, kid, you can't do dance because you break your leg every other week! You're lucky you're ambidextrous! Otherwise you'd barely ever write with all the times you've broken your hands!" Mr. Oaks agreed, siding with Miss Hart.

"Richard, does Mr. Wayne have anything to do with it?" Miss Hart enquired, crouching down to Dick's level.

"NO!" Dick shouted, defending his adoptive-father. "HE'S NEVER DONE ANYTHING!"

"Mr. Grayson, calm down." Principle Cliffe ordered, walking towards the three. "What is this about?"

"Richard has broken his leg," Miss Hart explained. "Again."

"And we asked if it had anythin' the do with Mr. Wayne," Mr. Oaks continued. "And he got angry!"

Mr. Cliffe looked at the boy and his dark green eyes met the blue. "Is it true, Mr. Grayson?"

"Yes, Sir..." Dick replied, suddenly finding the floor very interesting. Mr. Cliffe glanced at Miss Hart. Richard, being the Boy Wonder, could tell they were having a silent conversation.

"He has algebra with me first period, Richard you are excused." Miss Hart said.

The bell rang signalling the first class. Mr. Oaks and Miss Hart both hurried of to their classrooms leaving Mr. Cliffe and Richard in the hallway.

"Come with me, Mr. Grayson."

"Sit." Mr. Cliffe ordered, gesturing towards the currently unoccupied chair in his office.

Richard nodded politely and sat down, setting his crutches next to the chair.

"So, Mr. Grayson, how did you break it this time?" The principal enquired.(A/N: Sorry if in later chapters I call him a headteacher, I'll do that 'cause I'm British! :D)

"Fell out of a tree." Dick replied, looking at the red cast around his right leg.

"Again? I thought Mr. Wayne ordered you stop climbing trees after the last time you broke a bone." Anthony Cliffe said, fiddling with a few papers on his desk.

"He did." Dick replied, grinning to himself. The principle rolled his eyes and pulled out round about two-hundred papers from a folder.

"These are copies of all your accident forms from the past seven months. And these are just the off campus ones." The teacher informed him, handing him the forms.

"Why do you have forms when they were done off campus?" Richard asked, flicking through the papers.

"Because we are concerned and the police asked us too." The teacher responded.

"T-The police?" Dick stuttered, fearing that the police might have a suspicion that he was Robin.

"Yes, Richard, the police. They were concerned about your relationship with Mr. Wayne." The teacher explained, trying to be gentle about the situation. "They were concerned that Mr. Wayne may be the cause of the injuries.

"WHAT!? NO! He's like my dad! He'd NEVER do that!" Richard replied, quite angry that the police would suggest such a thing.

There was a knock at the door. The principal ordered the person to come in and a redheaded girl walked into the office.

"You called for me, Sir?" Barbara Gordon asked, not noticing Dick was in the room.

"Yes, Miss Gordon, it is about Mr. Grayson's injuries."