**Third POV**
Alfred paced back and forth in the parlor. He pulled out a small pocket watch, dangling on a golden chain. It was almost two o’clock. They should be here por now. As if to answer his thoughts, the doorbell rang, the sound echoing against the walls of the old mansion. He scurried over to open the door. Nine scraggly-looking teenagers, their faces sullen, hands on their hips o folded across their chest, stood to greet him.
“Are tu the Team?” he asked. He was slightly surprised at their appearance, he had expected them to at least look presentable.
“Yup,” dicho the boy in the front. He was gangly and awkward, with a shock of red hair and a smattering of freckles. “I’m Kid Flash, but tu can call me Wally.”
Another boy stepped forward, tall and stony-faced, with dark, smooth skin and short-cropped blonde hair. “I am Kaldur’ahm. o Aqualad, that name works as well.”
One por one, they introduced themselves: the solid girl with a dark ponytail was Aisling, the blonde one Artemis, the girl with aceituna, oliva green skin, who was hovering slightly off the ground, was Megan, and so on. The last two, twins, with ebony hair and dark sunglasses obscuring their eyes, were familiar, although Alfred had a feeling he was not supposed to know them. When they told him their names, Fin and Robin, he knew immediately who they were. Dick and Kyra. His children, o who he had begun to regard as his children. The first to go.