"Dinner!" M'gann set down several bowls of pasta (with sauce) on the coffee table, around which they all sat, watching TV.

"Let me say grace." Wally stood up and screamed, a long, five second banshee shriek. No one batted an eyelash. "Okay, dig in." 

"That was a good one." Comner observed; the 'saying grace' tradition was a running gag, if ever they ate a formal meal together, they would chant the weirdest thing they could think of before chowing down.

They were watching the news, because it made them feel smart, but since the news was boring, they mostly just talked over it, unless they saw a funny name, like Dixie Ben Dover. However, for the most part, they just chatted.

"-Richard Grayson, adopted son of Bruce Wayne, one of the biggest business owners-"

The news caster's voice got Wally's attention. "Hold on, what's this?" He grabbed the remote and turned up the volume.

"Just some interview." Artemis answered. "Hey! yeah, he has to do these like every second week." She shrugged, most Gotham kids were used to seeing Bruce Wayne and his poor kid all over the news.

The next shot was a wide of kid being interviewed. The boy was cute,  M'gann thought, like a puppy. He looked twelve at oldest, with huge blue eyes and black hair that he tried to slick back, but kept coming loose. The kid seemed cool, but his body language was jittery.

"So," the interviewer asked. "Richard Grayson-"

"Yea?" He answered anxiously. 

"How are you doing tonight."

"Okay." He was fidgeting a lot. "Bruce said we could get ice cream after this so..." he gave an awkward double-thumbs up.

The interviewer humored him, way you might if you were talking to a young child. "That's fun what are you going to get?"

"Something cheap so I don't perpetuate a corrupt economy..." His sentence faded into quiet, like he was ashamed to rich. "So... uhh... you got questions for me?" He was playing with the edge of his hoodie.

"I do." She checked her queue cards. "Are you ready for the first one?" He nodded shyly. "Okay, what do you think about Wayne Enterprises."

"Pretty okay." He muttered. "Some locations use sustainable energy, and sustainable energy is always cool..."

"Does it ever effect your relationship."

"Not really." He admitted. "Except that I get to go visit sometimes, and that's fun, I guess."

"Next question, if Bruce Wayne wasn't a billionaire, do you think he would've still adopted you?"

Back at home, Wally's Jaw hit the floor.

"That's not okay to ask!" Artemis exclaimed. "Holy shit! You can't ask that!"

The others looked horrified, watching the little boy on screen squirm uncomfortably.

Dick looked around at the camera crew, as if questioning if anyone else thought this was messed up. "I- I don't know." He kept firmly crossing and un-crossing his legs anxiously. "I mean, I'd hope so." He shrugged, hoping that would be an acceptable answer. It apparently wasn't.

"So you don't think you'd miss the money?"

You could see the look of pain in the kid's face. "I-I mean, I dunno." He shrugged. "But I don't think I'd really care. I just want to have have food and some backwards semblance of a family." He chuckled uncomfortably.

"So you do consider Bruce Wayne as family. Does that reflect how you rember your real parents?"

At the mountain, Artemis was shaking her head violently, while Wally paced behind the couch. "He was adopted... after his parents passed away..." M'gann's  mouth was agape and Conner and Kaldur looked concerned And uncomfortable. "You don't ask about FAMILY ISSUES!" The blonde yelled in pain.

Puddles formed at the corners of Dick's eyes. He looked desperately around at the crew, begging someone to interupt. He looked like he was using all his power not to burst into tears on live TV, but he was fighting a loosing battle. He suddenly managed to stand, stumbling off camera as the first tear shot down his face. The interviewer called after him, but a man appeared in the back of the set, having evidently been held back by assistant producers in the doorway. He hurried towards where the boy ran off, the cameras abpruptly stopped when he started yelling at her for hurting hos son.

the interview ended, cutting back to the news caster.

Wally lost his resilience and ran from the room, through the zetabeam, abandoning his half-eaten pasta. Wally was going to find Dick and he was fucked if he was going to the boy be hurt. 

Dick was really trying to be brave, tears streaming down his face, biting his lip to silence himself. His adopted father had made a break to violently chastise the HR rep.

"I saw, I'm so sorry." The redhead gave him the milk chocolate he'd been saving. "Are you...?"

Dick shook his head and started to break down. Wally forced him to take the chocolate and have a little. Crying while Wally fed him chocolate wasn't as bad. He just wanted to cry, but tried to be strong. Without thinking, Wally shrugged off his coat and held it over them, concealing Dick's face in a sort of improvised blanket fort. They sat there, Dick finally letting himself cry a little, for about ten minutes until Bruce came to take him home. Bruce thanked Wally off-handedly, and walked Dick to the car. 

Wally watched them go, he waited a few minutes before returning to the mountain. He didn't know what he'd tell them, but he knew that poor Dickie would have to deal with a lot of gossip over the next few weeks, and he wasn't about to contribute.