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Or the first time Jason sees Saturday.

Jason kind of wants to scream. Maybe cry. Maybe both.

All is well. Things are smooth. He should have known. Things are going too well in his crime lord business. His tenants are having their usual maintenence issues. B is off world. Jason only had to worry about the birds right now.

He should have known.

For once, hes minding his business. Doing nightly patrol. There's a 24/7 grocery on the corner now. It's protected by his men. He turns in the straight and its - chaos.

Solomon Grundy, in the flesh, is stuck in the doorway.

Jason swallows down the heart attack threatening him, kicks the stand to his bike, and strides right up to the giant zombie. His men around dont know what to do and he waves them away.

"So Sol." Jason prays for casual. The zombie grunts and actually looks... sheepish..?

"Need food." The zombie says as Jason looks around the door to see the damage. Grundy's shoulders are the only thing keeping it from collapsing further. The people inside had some common sense to get scarce to the back.

"Uh huh.." Jason says as he takes out his phone. Everyone's got to eat, he supposes. He's just never seen Grundy do it. Before Jason could even make a call his phone is assaulted with an abundance of texts and ringing.

"Roy-"

"Hey- listen. Waylon said Grundy was going topside-"

Well.

"Yeah.." Jason groans the same time Grundy decides to take a step back. It causes the entire vestibule to collapse.

"Youre a bit late on that, buddy."

"Well I tried to call you and you just picked up-"

Grundy stomps right over to Jason and looms.

"What you looking for big guy?" Jason asks. Grundy seems subdued. Jason can try to be civil for now and hope for the best.

"Food."

"Food?"

"Food." Grundy nods, shoves his hand i to his pocket, and then drops the cash into Jason's hand.

2 hours later, Jason finds himself in the sewers, sitting on a table, beer in hand and watching Grundy spoon feed his 'kid'.

"So- he doesn't eat... People right..?" He has to ask.

Waylon shruggs from the couch. "So far all hes done is groan and sleep."

Said 'zombie' groans again, loudly. He misses the spoon of oatmeal Grundy is feeding him. He leans in too far and ends up slamming his mouth on the meat of Grundy's thumb.

Grundy sighs, as if this crap has happened before. "No," he says and literally palms the teens head away from him.

"Eeeecccoooo..?"

"No. Oatmeal."

The teen stares at Grundy in pure judgement. Which is impressive seeing as though the kid is lacking a good portion of it. Its all in the eyes and the exposed muscle of his eyebrows.

The kid tries to bite Grundy's hand again.

"If he does turn out to be a man eater we'll keep him underground..?" Waylon tries.

Jason blinks under his masks, takes a long sip of beer. He doesn't want to think of a fun sized Grundy being a man eater. He refuses. It doesnt exist.

Next to Grundy and Waylon, Danny Saturday does not look imposing at all. Grundy is huge, we'll over eight feet tall. Waylon strait up towers over them both. So yeah, Saturday does look small next to them. A skinny thing in a too big coat and too big boots.

Next to the kids? Saturday is a damn light pole. Even with that slouch of his he's tall. When he stand straight he's shy if Grundy's shoulders. He's taller than Hood, but he doesnt have the bulk. Not that he needs it with his zombie like strength.

It takes weeks of surveillance. Not that B was actively looking. He trusted hood to keep his rougues. (Yes he already knew about Waylon.) Saturday was new though. And Grundy was something he would need emergency measures for if anything went wrong.

When Saturday strayed out of Hood's territory, B would get a glimpse of him here and there. Red robin had a more active surveillance going on. As the 'zombie' seemed to dwell in his territory if he wasn't in Hood's. Most of their notes came from red Robin's observations.

So far they've noted: super strength, enhanced senses, doesnt need to actually eat people (really?-), and limited speech. Though its probably due to his visible injuries on his.. body. B assumes there's more damage under the large trench coat the young man wears all the time.

"Got some new info for our new resident zombie." Red robin starts casually as he walkes up behind B. Batman was writing his latest report on a few individuals they had ran into dressed in white.

B hums as he types away.

"He can go through walls."

What?

B stops typing.

Red robin does something on the tiny computer he has and shows it to B. Saturday was walking in a alley. The inducing B was investigating earlier were following him... and doing a horrible job at it. Unless they wanted to be seen. Saturday seemed to want nothing to do with them as they came to a dead end. The young man simply looked at the two individuals as they shouted at him. He turned and took a step into the wall.

Its almost comical how the two respond-

"What are those?" B asked as the two pulled out some type of weapon.

"Not sure. Not in any of our databases."

New powers aside, this was worrying.

"Have they been following Grundy as well?" If they targeted Saturday there was a change they would go after the older man.

"Yes. Hood said Waylon runs them off. They're around the swamp too and its making Grundy... agitated."

"How agitated?"

"Tossed one of their vans. Tried to get some info from it but whatever is in the swamp made it too contaminated."

Alright, so this would be priority. Because an upset Grundy wasnt good. From B's notes, Grundy was protective over Saturday and if anything happened to him Grundy could cause a rampage.

"Hood said anything?"

Red Robin swipes his screen to show hoods message:

"Shoot them on site. Ask questions later. Grundy hates em. I hate them."

There's a serious of dots on the screen before another message appears.

"Grundy caught one. Get your asses down here. Im not stopping him from ripping this guy in half."

Waylon can say missing, because Grundy has a good routine. Grundy made sure to pass through Waylon's part of the sewers at least twice a week. It was something that Waylon had grown used to these pasts months. They had grown to be pseudo roommates and friends.

So when Grundy does stomp in while Waylon's getting ready for a job, hes relieved. Then the relief turned into a cold feeling when he saw what was bundled in Grundy's arms.

"Is that a body?" He asked.

Grundy grunts and walks forward to place the body right in the giant lazy boy they have. Its a kid. A teenager at most. He's wrapped up in Grundy's coat. The only thing visible is his head and boney feet.

He looks like Grundy. Not in the 'related way', but in the 'same being way'.

His skins pale with an off color green. His hair stark white. Hes boney. There's no fat on him at all. His eyes are also half lidded and one of them looks close to popping out.

"Saturday. Mine." Grundy pats the kid on the head. His entire hand the same size of it.

"Hrnnngg?" 'Saturday' groans and it makes Waylon shiver. It does not sound human in the slightest. The eye not trying to escape his head focuses intently on Waylon.

Waylon blinks.

"Waylon. Croc." Grundy tells the kid.

"Wheeerrreee?" The kid grunts and Grundy pats his head again.

"Don't worry about it. Sleep."

Waylon blinks again. Grundy had said 'mine.' Meaning that Grundy had an entire child- teenager- zombie thing-

What.

Then Grundy, with no further explanation turns around and stomps away, towards the exit.

"Where are you going?" He calls after the giant.

"Saturday still growing. Need food."

"Grundy is out and he has a tag along." Oracle voiced over the comms.

"Please tell me it isn't croc. I cant handle that right now." Spoiler whined. Robin tsked.

"Unless crock is a teenager dressed in a giant coat and looks related to Grundy- no."

"What-"

"Where are they?" B cut in.

"On the edge of Hood's territory. Just crawled out of a manhole. They seem to be walking deeper in though."

Robin huffed. He was fortunate enough to not have an encounter with Grundy while he was robin with Grayson. Granted, Grayson assured him that the last time Grundy was active was when Todd was robin. According to the files Grundy was a high priority-

"Yeah. That's Saturday. Leave them alone. " Hood's mechanical voice cut through the comms.

"What do you mean leave them alone?" Nightwing asked, a bit winded. He must have been running.

"You knew about him." Batman asked as he landed beside robin.

"Yeah. Like I said. Leave them alone."

"We cant just-"

"My territory. My rules." Hood singed. "They're chill-"

"The zombie that can take down superman is chill?" Spoiler asked.

"Look. The zombie had a kid. The kid keeps him out of trouble and he's good at helping with the other kids on the street. Who am I to look a gifted horse in the mouth?"

"How does that even happen?" Spoiler asked. Robin was a bit interested. Grundy was a walking myth. Did the kid actually die like Grundy or did Grundy really procreate.

"I am not asking a zombie how he- yeah- listen Saturday keep you pops below ground he's making the bats jumpy."

"Oh my god-"

"Yeah yeah. You got- a what- when the hell-" Hood's mic cut off for a second.

"Alright good news. Found out what the chemical was in that last breakout we had."

"What is it?" Batman asked.