It didn't take long for the Bat Wing to arrive in the Cave, the auto pilot doing all the work as Bruce was honestly too exhausted to drive. He keeps himself awake wanting to get Richard settled before he went and slept for the next week.

Once the Batwing lands Bruce stands up leading a quiet Richard out into the Cave. "This is the Batcave, you can't come down here alone okay?" He tells Richard who echos Okay back at him looking around as they make their way to the Batcomputer where Alfred was standing. He looked more put together than he did over the video call, obviously having fixed his appearance.

"Alfred this is Richard, he'll be staying with us from now on. Richard this is Alfred Pennyworth, he's a trusted friend. You have to do what he says, can you say hello?" Bruce says letting out a soft groan as he sits down in the computers chair. Richard nods staring up at Alfred. "Hello" he says in a soft voice still looking around him.

"You can explore once Alfred has finished with your wounds" Bruce tells the boy. Richard shakes his head "Hurt no. Talons heal fast" to prove his point Richard suddenly swipes his claws down his arm tearing through the fabric as dark almost black blood bubbles up. Both Bruce and Alfred let out a shout, Bruce almost falling out the chair to get to Richard frantically holding the edge of the cloak around the boy to the wound.

"Why did you do that?" Bruce has to stop himself from shouting with worry moving to the side as Alfred couches down beside him holding a tray of various medical items. Richard looked confused looking between the two men. "Show that Ta-Richard not hurt" He explains as if it was simple.

"But you hurt yourself. You can't do that" Bruce says letting go of the boys arm to allow Alfred to tend to the fresh claw marks. " Sorry, sorry" Richard mumbles head bowed watching as the butler lets out a shocked noise as he peels back Richards now useless sleeve. "It's gone.." He mumbles letting Bruce take a look. Richards arm didn't have even a scratch.

"How?.." Bruce mumbles in shock looking up as Richard continues to mumble sorry now with added pleases.

"Sorry, sorry. Please, Richard sorry, please" the former Talon was mumbling flinching as Bruce gently touches his shoulders, pulling the boy into a hug. "It's alright. No need to be sorry, you can't hurt yourself like that anymore okay? You scared us" Bruce soothes running a hand over Richards dark hair. Richard nods instead of answering, clinging to Bruce almost desperate and Bruce suddenly realizes that this was possibility the first hug Richard has had since the Circus.

Alfred stands up helping Bruce to sit with a now added child that had merged onto him with no apparent idea of letting go any time soon. "Could you fetch Richard some of my old childhood clothes and send Leslie down. I know you would of called her" Bruce asks the butler who gives a smile and nods silently walking away to do as asked. Bruce sits there quietly with Richard curled up in his lap, soothing a hand over the child's hair until Doctor Leslie Tompkins arrives in to the cave. "Richard this is Doctor Leslie Tompkins, she's a friend and is here to help." He tells the child before greeting Leslie who frowns down at him. She seems to debate between probably between yelling at him or hitting him though she ends up doing neither as Richard moves to peer up at her with his golden eyes.

Like Bruce expected she didn't show any outward reaction to Richards pale deathly looking skin. "I would like to get a full examination of you both" Leslie says taking the added child in stride. "Anything broken?" She aims the question at Bruce.

"Nothing obvious, my shoulder was dislocated. I popped it back in, a few bruised ribs I think. Mostly just the usual injuries. I was affected by a hallucinogenic substance, haven't eaten or drunk anything in a while" Bruce long since learnt that it was much easier to be up front with his injuries. Leslie poked, proded and pulled if you didn't.

"And him?" Leslie asks nodding to Richard who was still staring at her. She was typing everything down in a tablet.

"A long story. Richard is undead I think, his injuries heal themselves and I've seen others like him get up from things that'll kill most. A full check is still a good idea though" Bruce explains. At some point Alfred had returned with small pile of clothes over his arm. "I'll do him first" Leslie says before crouching down to Richards level who simply blinks at her.

"Hello there. I'm going to be touching you alright?" Leslie says. Richard looks back at Bruce who smiles and runs his hand over the boys hair again. "It's alright, do as she says" He reassurances, though he keeps a careful eye on them. Partly for Leslie's safety as Richard was a highly trained assassin who still had all his weapons on his. And mostly because Bruce was becoming very protective of the boy.

Richard doesn't leave his lap, when he has to stand he clings to Bruce's hand staying silent as Leslie examines him. She talks the entire time, informing both Richard and Bruce of her actions and finds. She types everything into her tablet as she goes. Richard stays silent for most of the time, squirming as Leslie checks his ears. Startling them all when he lets out a loud shriek as she shines a light into his eyes. It sends him back into Bruce's lap, hissing towards Leslie with his claws ready to strike. Leslie stops her examination there taking a few steps backwards as Bruce attempts to calm Richard.

"He's extremely underweight for a boy his age, light foods for the next few weeks until he gains weight. Small in height, possibly yet to have a growth spurt. Eyes exremly sensitive to light, I would suggest tinted glasses when outside possibility inside." Leslie lists off her finds despite knowing Bruce would probably read through at some point.

Bruce pays attention only partly, busy soothing Richard. The former Talon eventually stops hissing but  doesn't take his eyes off Leslie. "It's okay Richard. Why don't you go with Alfred? Have something to eat and a bath?" Bruce suggests looking over the boys head to Alfred.

"Come Master Richard, it's alright" Alfred smiles holding out his hand. Richard hesitates a moment before reaching out to take the butler's hand climbing off of Bruce. "Leave your weapons down here please" Bruce adds after a second Richard letting out a wine letting go of Alfreds hand and moving backwards. "Perhaps one knife?" Alfred suggests seeing that the young boy was hesitant to go anywhere without his weapons, to which Richard nods in agreement. He holds up his hands in silent question looking between the adults. "No claws, one knife" Bruce says watching as Richard's shoulders slump but he does as asked. He strips all of his weapons placing them in a pile on one of the empty tables, two large swords, a variety of knives, a escima stick, the clawed gloves. He at firsts holds up one of the swords to take upstairs but at Bruce's disagreement he eventually choses the second biggest knife.

Alfred leaves behind a change of clothes for Bruce leading Richard up to the manner so could Leslie to examine Bruce without worrying about a undead assassin child possibly attacking her. The moment the two were out of sight does Leslie whack the back of Bruce's head.

"You idiot. Dissapering for so long, you had Alfred worried. Strip" She barks out orders poking and proding and pulling at Bruce as she examines him. She starts of with his shoulder determining that it'll heal fine in a sling over the next few days. She determines that he amazingly didn't have any broken bones, only few bruised ribs that she wraps. Only six of his twenty something cuts needed stitches, the rest being cleaned and bandaged. By the end he was partially a mummy with the amount of bandages covering him.

They take a sample of his blood together looking over the hallucinogenic substance in his system. It was mostly gone by then having only a fifteen percent count left in his blood. Leslie determines that it's best not to fiddle around with a possible antidote, suggesting that a good rest and food should diminish the last of the hallucinogenic. She leaves Bruce with strict orders to rest, wait at least two days before going out as Batman and to look after the boy. Bruce shows her out with thanks before going to find his butler and new ward.

He finds Alfred in the kitchen, making stew it seems. His jacket was gone and a large wet stain was covering his front. "Ah Master Bruce just in time. Master Richard has had his bath, poor thing seemed afraid of the water. Wouldn't go near it at first until he could see steam, seems to enjoy the warmth" Alfred saysscooping the stew into two bowls.

"Where is he?" Bruce asks sitting down at the table, his stomach growling at the smell of Alfreds delicious food. "On top of the fridge sir, he likes the height I believe. Do come down to eat Master Richard".

Bruce looks up turning to look at the fridge and sure enough, Richard was crouched on the top peering down at them silently. His knife hung loosely from his pale hand. He wasn't wearing the Talon uniform anymore, wearing a pair of Bruce's old pajamas. A light blue two peice. Without the Talon uniform one could see just how young Richard actually was, how small and thin he was. He looked more his age in actual clothing. Despite this Bruce didn't notice his presence, a reminder that despite appearances Richard was still a assassin.

Richard slides off the fridge moving to climb into the chair beside Bruce staring up at him. Bruce lightly ruffles his freshly washed hair giving a smile at the boy who smiles lightly back. "Eat up" Bruce says as Alfred sets the bowls of steaming stew in front of them. Richard stares down into his bowl glancing at Bruce as he starts to eat. Staring Richard picks up his spoon and attempts to mimic Bruce's actions as he eats. It was sloppy and a majority of the stew ended up on Richards face or on the table before him but he seemed proud and extremely happy. Alfred and Bruce both watched him with sad looks in their eyes. It was obvious that Richard could eat but had he been given food as a Talon? Or was it just the bare minimum of tasteless food?

They eat in silence, Richard making soft cooing noise as he eats occasionally watching Bruce. Once done he just stares down into his bowl until Alfred moves to take it where he lets out a wine. Bruce takes a mental note to teach Richard to use words not noises to communicate. "Do you want more?" Alfred asks, Richard just staring at him then at Bruce.

A sudden realization hits him then. Richards odd actions. He was taught not to think for himself which is why he doesn't answer at direct questions and follows or agrees with what Bruce says. That was going to be difficult to work around. "You're allowed to have more" at Bruce's words Richard nods at Alfred happily going back to eatting when more stew in placed in front of him. He doesn't touch the glass of water in front of him. So he does make small choices, most likely unconscious ones.

Once they were done eatting Alfred leads them up to one of the larger guests rooms which would probably become Richards room from now on. It was extremely simple like all of the guest rooms, a simple double bed, a wardrobe and a desk in the corner. It was all dark and muted colors, which Bruce was going to change as soon as he could.

"This is your room, Alfred or myself will come and get you in the morning" Bruce says lightly pushing Richard into the room as the boy was hesitating at the door. He walks in the room, walks straight to the window and peers out, turns and walks back to the door before repeating the same steps. He walks the entire room twice before sitting down on the edge of the bed looking up at Bruce and Alfred standing in the doorway. "Goodnight Richard, I'll see you in the morning" Bruce says smiling at Richard pulling the door closed. He follows Alfred to his own room where he promptly collapses on his bed, mumbling a goodnight towards Alfred before he falls asleep. He knew that he would be asleep within moments of him laying in his bed.