We left the police station and got into his car, and he drove us to Wayne Manor, a large mansion on the outskirts of Gotham.

He pulled into the driveway, and we walked inside the house. "Alfred," Bruce called out as soon as we walked through the doors.

"Yes Master Bruce?"

"Can you get the boys and bring them to the main living room for me?"

"Sure Master Bruce. Should I be in attendance?"

"Of course Alfred." Bruce turned around, and walked off slowly

The butler spun on his heel and walked off. He called out "We shall be there in five minutes," as he left.

A few minutes later, and Bruce walked through an open door, through which we entered a well furnished living room. Inside were numerous bookshelves, three couches, five armchairs, and two tables. Sitting on one of the couches were two black-haired boys, and the older man was standing next to them.

"Nico, these are my two sons, and Alfred, our butler, who you have already met," Bruce said.

The taller boy stood up and shook my hand. "Hi. I'm Richard Grayson. Call me Dick. I'm twenty, and I'm currently attending Gotham Uni."

"What's your major?" I asked.

"I'm majoring in criminal justice and minoring in psych."

"Studying for detective work I see."

"Correct. I'm looking to join Gotham's police force after I graduate."

"I wish you the best of luck."

The shorter boy stayed seated with his arms crossed, and gruffly said "I'm Jason Todd. Eighteen. I'm attending Gotham High as a senior."

"Do you have any plans," I asked.

A mild look of surprise flashed through his eyes before he responded "Not really. I might end up doing some freelance work, or go to college and get a degree."

"Huh. Well. My name is Nick Dalton. I'm 17, and I am a Italian immigrant, though I do have my citizenship."

Bruce seemed like he was about to comment, but his watch beeped and the four other people in the room looked at each other.

"Why don't you come with me, Nico. I can show you to your room."

I picked up my bag and we walked through the mansion until Alfred stopped walking. "This one is your room," he said, while pointing at a door. "The one across from it is Dick'sp. Dining room is down the hall, fifth door to the right. If you need me at any time, just walk into the hallway and yell my name, or push the small button above the door handle. Goodnight."

"Night."

I walked inside of my room, and it was gorgeous. There were bookshelves and couches around the room, as well as a kitchenette. There were also three doors scattered around the room, not including the entrance. The first one was set high up on the wall, above an inset desk area. I walked up the stairs, and inside was a bed with lights and a small cubby for water or books.

The second door led to a nice bathroom, while the third door led to a walk-in closet. Nothing in the room seemed to be special, but this entire house belongs to Batman. There's bound to be something here. Everything in the bathroom checked out, as well as the closet.

I looked at the bookshelves and one book was sticking out slightly. I pulled on it, and the bookshelf swung inward. Inside the secret room, there was a treadmill, a fighting dummy, a weapons stand, and a punching bag.

I left the room and closed the door, and unpacked some of my stuff into the closet. Two sets of clothes, art supplies and a couple of apples. Just enough to make it seem like I had been living on the streets. Since I was finished settling in, I got into bed, rolled around a few times under the sheets, and then I shadow-traveled to Camp Half-Blood in order to take a nap with Will.