A/N: Deals with the topic of abuse. 
The brothers ages/order are reversed.

Damian:14
Tim:12
Jason: 10
Dick: 5

Wayne Manor.

They boys were waiting at the bottom of the stair case, awaiting to meet their new little brother. They knew all about their new little brother. His parents were killed before him when he was 3, leaving him all alone, with no other family so he was sent to an orphanage. Just the past 7 months he was sent to 3 different group homes and was just now placed into a foster home. But their father, who felt terrible the moment he heard about Dick, wanted to take him in but at the time there wasn't anything to do at the time. So, Bruce kept a close eye on the boy and when he got wind of the possibility of Dick being abused, he took action. 
Now Dick would be coming to stay with them. Everyone had a different reaction.

Damian was a bit irritated with it. His father had already forced Jason and Tim upon him and now he was doing it again. Yes, it was all for the right reasons but Damian at times got the idea in his head that he just wasn't enough for his father and that is why he continued to take in strays. 

Jason was but happy and angry about it. On one hand he was excited to finally be a big brother but angry that now he wasn't the youngest and that he would now have to step up more. He enjoyed being the youngest, he had less things placed upon his shoulders.

Tim was beyond thrill. He remembered when Jason had arrived, he was so excited to be a big brother, to watch out for the other one and to always be there for them. However, Jason wasn't as excited about coming to live with them and he and Tim never really connected, not the way Tim wanted to connect. He wanted to be an awesome big brother, to be his little brother's best friend, but Jason held too much anger inside of him to get too close to anyone and to connect like that. Tim was just hoping that this new little boy would open up to him, to them all and Tim can finally be the big brother he had dreamt of being.

Suddenly, the main door was open. They all could see their father holding the door open and standing to the side to allow their newest member to walk in.

Dick took very small steps. His eyes dancing all over the room, taking in everything. His bright blue eyes then landed on the three young boys before him. He took a step back and his grip on the stuff elephant within his arms tighten. He then quickly looked up at Bruce, who sent him a reassuring smile.

"Dick, I would like you to meet my boys. This is Damian, Jason and Tim." said Bruce as he pointed to each one of the boys to introduce them to Dick. He looked at each of them and felt like collapsing in upon himself. He was so afraid that these boys would be like the older boys at all the group homes, mean and bullies.

Alfred then stepped forward towards Dick and Dick on instinct backed up, his eyes wide. Alfred sighed and glanced quickly at Bruce before looking back at Dick.
"Master Dick, who you like something to eat sir?'' questioned Alfred.

Dick right away looked over at Bruce for permission. Bruce and everyone else noticed this and Bruce took a step forward to tell Dick it was alright but he took it the wrong way. He thought Bruce was going to hit him for asking for permission to eat. Dick crunched down, his knees to his chest and his arms up, protecting his head. Everyone looked at once another before looking sadly at the small child before them.

"Dick, it is alright. No one here is going to hurt you, you are safe." said Bruce and he watched Dick slowly pull himself out of his shell and stand up. His eyes darted from Bruce to Alfred then landed on the ground. "Now, lets go have some lunch.'' said Bruce and everyone walked behind Alfred towards the dinning hall. 

Inside they all sat down but quickly realized that Dick wasn't at the table at all. They all stood up and looked down at Dick, who was sitting on the floor. 

"Whatcha' doing?" asked Jason. 

But Bruce and Tim quickly realized what was going on. It was clear that for the last places he has been at he must have to ask to eat, and that if he was allowed wasn't allowed at the table. Sadness filled within the air. 

"Dick, come sit at the table'' said Bruce with a little more authority than he wanted, for Dick moved backwards and pulled his knees to his chest. Bruce sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Bringing Dick into this family was becoming harder by the second, so much would have to be untrained from the small boys mind. 

Tim decided to get up from his seat and to slowly walk over towards Dick. Dick peeked up from his knees and watched all of Tim's movements, preparing himself for a hit or something but nothing like that ever came. Tim just slowly sat across from Dick, setting a glass of water in front of himself and Dick. Tim smiled at Dick and then looked over his shoulder at his family.
Dick wasn't mentally prepared to sit at the table like normally, so Tim took it upon himself to make Dick feel somewhat safe by adapting to Dick's environment within his self. The others quickly caught on and all got up and join the two on the ground. 

Alfred walked in with the trays of food and raised an eye brow and looked down at his family. But, he didn't say a word and slowly served his family and left them all to eat their lunch on the floor.

Everyone was eating, talking about school and other things. But while they were eating, Dick was sitting there very still just looking down at his food. Damian had his eyes glued to the small boy. He gently reached over and placed his hand upon Dick's shoulder, which earned him a jump in return. 

"Dick you can get your food. It's okay.'' said Bruce who smiled down at Dick. Dick slowly reached out with his shaking hand and touched the turkey/cheese sandwich before him. Once it was within his hands he looked at each of the other's faces, seeing it this was alright or if he was going to get into trouble. After a bit of realizing that he wasn't going to get yelled at or hit, he slowly brought the sandwich to his lips and slowly took a bite. It was small but at least he was eating. 
Everyone continued on and Dick slowly continued to eat, still shaking with fear though.

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An hour later they had all finished and were all preparing to get off to bed, for the boys except Dick had school tomorrow. 

Everyone went their separate way. Bruce was in his study, Jason was laying in his bed, blasting music loudly in his ears. Tim was downstairs reading something and Damian was just wondering the halls, bored out of his mind and didn't feel like going to bed yet.

Alfred was with Dick in his room. Alfred was just preparing a bath for Dick, while he stripped his clothes. Damian who was walking down the hall peeked into Dick's bedroom and saw Dick.
His body was covered in scars and burns. He let a small gasp escape his lips and Dick turned around quickly. He was only dressed in his boxers, allowing every single scar to be seen. His whole body was covered in scars from all the abuse he has suffored ever since his parents were killed right before his eyes.
Alfred rushed into the room to see the two boys before him, his eyes also went to Dick's body. 

Tears then suddenly filled within Dick's bright blue eyes and they quickly fell from his face. Alfred stepped forward but Damian held up his hand to stop the old butler. 
"Pennyworth, fetch father.'' said Damian who walked slowly closer towards Dick. Alfred nodded his head, glanced over at Dick for one moment before heading off towards the study to find Bruce.

"It's alright Grayson, no need to cry.'' said Damian who was now standing before a shaking Dick. Dick slowly lifted his head up and looked deeply into Damian'a green eyes. Damian sighed and then quickly lifted up his t-shirt to reveal a few scars upon his chest and stomach. "We all have our scars, but we can't let them way us down. We must be strong.'' said Damian who walked into the bathroom and turned off the water. Dick slowly followed him, but stayed silent. "You'll survive.'' said Damian who then patted Dick on the shoulder, only getting a small flinch out of the boy. Damian then turned on his heels and walked out of Dick's room and down the hall towards his own bedroom. 
The scars he wore, where given to him by his grandfather and mother. They at times would punish him, punish him for things that weren't even his fault at times. But coming to live with his father, had helped him greatly. He wasn't too social but he had began to open up more. He knew that Dick had been through a lot, you could simply see that within his eyes, along with his body. Damian decided there and then that he was going to be there for Dick, as Bruce was there for him.

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Late that evening, every member of the family was awoken by a blood chilling scream coming from Dick's bedroom. They all quickly got up and dashed towards their new member's room.

Inside Dick's bedroom, they all could see Dick twisting and turning within his bed. He was swinging his arms and kicking. Tears were streaming down his face as he cried out in fear and pain.

"No! S-stop Please! I'm sorry...don't! No, no, no!" he continued to yell. Bruce slowly entered the room, followed by his sons as Alfred stood in the door way. He slowly sat down on the side of the bed and reached out to touch Dick. As soon as he made contact with Dick, Dick sat straight up in bed. His eyes were wide and small beads of sweat fell from his face. His chest was rising and falling very quickly.

"Dick? Can you hear me? Dick?'' asked Bruce. Dick finally heard Bruce over the sound of his heart beating in his ears and slowly turned to look at him. Bruce heart broke seeing how sad and broken Dick looked right then.

Then to everyone's surprise, Dick lept forward, throwing his arms around Bruce's neck and burring his head in the crock of Bruce's neck. His whole body was shaking as he continued to cry, even more so now. Bruce slowly lifted his hand up and rubbed small circles on Dick's back.

"Shhh...shh it's okay. It's all okay Dick, you're safe. You're safe here. I promise you that.'' said Bruce as Dick's grip on his grew tighter.

All the boys slowly sat down on Dick's bed, sitting in silence as their little brother cried his heart out. 
They all knew that this would all take time, take time for Dick to be happy with himself and living here. That Dick would be struggling for awhile with all of this, all he had been through, but they all were determined to be by his side no matter what. Dick was their family now and forever, nothing was going to change that.