It Takes Broken To Know Broken – Nico Di Angelo X Batfam A Perfectly Normal Family

Did you know ‘A Perfectly Normal Family’ is also the name of a movie I’ve never seen? Anyway, let’s get right into this cuz I have a part I really wanna write and am not near enough. See you later, alligator.

I sighed realising I had promised Jason to join him with his family. I wondered whether I could still decide not to go. For a minute I thought about returning to Camp HalfBlood, or the underworld, but decided to stay in Gotham City.

One strange thing about Gotham is that I hadn’t yet spotted any monsters. Being a child of the Big Three that seemed extra strange.

“Nico!” I heard Jason’s voice yell.

“Coming.”

–

Soon I came to stand across the Jason’s Siblings.

I recognised Damian Wayne who I had previously met when he was Robin was wearing black pants and a black longneck sweater and skinny jeans of the same colour. The younger boy gaped at the sight of me, a boy who had healed him earlier.

I stood behind Jason, not yet being sure of the trustworthiness of these people. 

Jason started talking, “Nico, I would like to present you to..”

“Damian Wayne. Nice to meet you,” the chinese-arabic vigilante interrupted reaching his hand out to shake mine. In his eyes I could read a combination of disappointment, and happiness.

“Hi, I’m Nico,” I said awkwardly. 

A tall boy, slightly shorter than Jason, spoke up next, “I’m Richard. Richard Grayson.” The Romanian boy wore a black t-shirt with a navy jacket over it. He also donned grey sweatpants. “But you can call me Dick!”

“Tim,” a boy younger than Dick said. He had a red jacket over his black shirt. 

“There’s also a girl who would join us,” Dick added, “But Cass was busy today.” I could read he was hiding something. “It’s a shame. What was she doing?” I asked innocently. “…Ballet.”

We stood across a restaurant, it was called Bat-Burger.

–

“-And I would like a Strawberry Milkshake,” Dick added. “No! A banana milkshake!” The waitress tried to hide it, but in her eyes I could read amusement, “Will that be it?” “Yes.”

“So, how’d you find the kid?” Dick asked. “I found him having been robbed by some low-lives,” Jason lied, “I figured the kid can’t live without funding so I took him in.”

“So, the kid didn’t have any other place to stay?” Damian asked. It was obvious to me he was referring to how I left his living space, while trying not to reveal his identity with it. While I did it to release him from the trouble, Damian still disliked it for some reason.

“You know you have to make sure Bruce doesn’t find out about him?” Tim joked, “I mean, black-haired, been through a lot, if you don’t watch your back for five seconds Bruce will have adopted him.”

This earned a smile from most members of the family, except for Damian. I was especially curious to his story. I knew children didn’t usually become vigilantes thought to execute all their enemies. But then I remembered how shocked Damian looked when I killed that man, who attempted to take his life, and I realised it must have been a mere theory, or at least there would have some sort of logical reason behind it.

The food was served, personally I had gotten a Batmite-Meal. It remembered me of how I used to use McDonalds Happy Meals to raise the dead. Logically I first checked out the toy included with the children’s meal. 

Damian smirked once he realised I had gotten Robin and Dick winked at him. This figure was much like when I met Damian wearing the Robin suit, the biggest difference being the figurine having more colours as it consisted of red, green, yellow, and black instead of black, grey, and yellow.

I saw that Damian had also gotten a happy meal, and when he opened his toy he had gotten Joker and I saw a murderous glance coming out of his eyes. “The bastard,” he mouthed.

“So, Nico, mind telling us a little about yourself?” Dick asked.

“I’m Nico di Angelo, I’m born in Italy,” I said. In the year 1932. “Uhh, I’m like fourteen years old.”

“Like fourteen years old?” Damian asked. “How come you not know your age?”

“I- After my mother died. My sister counted and celebrated my birthday. But after-” I didn’t have to complete my sentence to let them know what I meant.

Damian put his hand on my shoulder, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise-” “It’s not your fault.”