AUTHOR'S NOTE: Originally posted on AO3 but I didn't entirely like how it turned out so I revamped it. I'll post it next there, but for the meantime, The Wayne Brothers [REVAMPED] debuts here on FanFiction.

Barbara Gordon picked at her school lunch, not really paying attention to her plate as she half-ate without any enthusiasm. The food – whatever it was – tasted weird on her tongue. Her first day at Gotham High was going fairly well, but there was still half a day to go and she knew from experience that anything could go wrong at any time. She was living, physical proof of that, after all. So, understandably, Barbara wanted to make sure, with absolute and undeniable certainty that she did not mess anything up.

So she sat in her corner, looking all around the cafeteria with mild interest. She identified some of the other students from the classes she'd had earlier in the day but most of the faces belonged to strangers. Thankfully, no one bothered her – no one even seemed to notice her. She scooped up some food and slowly bought it to her mouth.

"Hey, Babs, anything I can help you with?" a cheerful voice asked from behind her, making Barbara drop her spoon on the plate. She turned around with a frown to see Stephanie Brown, the blonde-haired girl with the bright attitude who had taken it upon herself to be Barbara's guide around Gotham High. The cheeriness was a little more than Barbara liked, but Stephanie was an easy-going person who seemed genuinely likeable.

After picking up her spoon and forcing another mouthful of her food, Barbara looked at Stephanie and raised an eyebrow. "Babs?"

"Yeah, it's your nickname from now on. You don't mind if I call you that, right?"

Barbara nodded.

"And you can call me Steph, 'kay?" Stephanie waited for Barbara to nod again before continuing, "So, Babs,"—she grinned—"I ask again, anything I can help you with?"

Barbara opened her mouth to answer Stephanie's question and then closes them again, watching with interest as the cafeteria doors that led out to the school main grounds opened and three guys walked in. She hadn't seen them before, but that wasn't what caught her attention and neither was the fact the three were all very good looking.

Barbara attention was captured because of one simple reason – they were obnoxiously loud and seemed to be bursting with energy.

"Hey," Barbara elbowed Stephanie, who had taken Barbara's silence to mean a lack of interest and was fiddling with her phone, and nodded towards the three who were now making their way – loudly – to an empty table at the far end of the cafeteria. "Those three," Barbara didn't know why she whispered, "who are they?"

Stephanie looked up from her phone and looked at the direction Barbara pointed. Then she looked at Barbara and smiled. Her eyes sparkled. "Oh."

"Oh?"

"Those three…" Stephanie paused for effect and then continued dramatically, "Those three, Babs, are the Wayne Brothers."

The Wayne Brothers.

The name Wayne didn't escape her. Neither did it's significance. It was something she'd continuously heard and saw on the news even when she was back in Coast City before her father's transfer to the Gotham City Police Department. But the Wayne brothers? She knew of Bruce Wayne, Gotham City's resident young playboy billionaire, a staple in the city's high society but as much as the public knew of him, his private life remained that – Private.

So, what connection did these three have to do with the billionaire, who literally could buy the entirety of Gotham High with a fraction of what he made in a bad day?

Barbara looked at Stephanie questioningly, "Any connection to Bruce Wayne?"

"Yup."

Barbara prided her analytical mind. She processed Stephanie's answer and latched onto the most logical connection between Bruce Wayne and the Wayne brothers, following the rules set by Occam's Razor. "So, they're his sons?"

"Yup."

The answer, though expected, was surprising. "Bruce Wayne has sons?!" Barbara could hear the disbelief coloring her voice.

"I understand the confusion," Stephanie said sympathetically, "He doesn't seem the type, right?"

She muttered an ahuh and continued watching the three brothers with interest. Now seated and considerably quieter than earlier, the three were now engrossed in a conversation. As she watched, the tallest one (most possibly the eldest, her mind figured), threw his head back and laughed at something one of his brothers said.

"They're his adopted sons, if that explains it," Stephanie offered and without waiting for a reaction, continued, "And Mr Wayne is very, very insistent on their privacy. And they… well, they don't go by the Wayne family name. At least, not yet."

"Huh."

"Yup. See the tallest one?"

"Yeah?"

Of course she saw him. She was, after all, now staring at him. Watching the way his moppy hair jerked around at his sudden movements, the way his body-hugging black tee with some abstract blue bird design crinkled when he reached over to hit one of his brothers, the way he openly laughed. Barbara definitely saw him.

"He is the eldest," Stephanie started, and Barbara mentally clapped herself on her back, "Name is Richard Grayson. He doesn't like the name Richard, and so – and no one understands why – goes by Dick."

"Really?"

"Yup. And I know you're going to ask, so, no. No one ever makes fun of his name. The guy is a martial artist and a gymnast and will kick anyone's ass on any given day. People are usually either too scared to say anything or…"

Stephanie trailed off. Barbara prompted, "Or?"

"Or too busy making googly eyes at him." Stephanie looked Barbara for a moment and then chuckled to herself. Barbara raised an eyebrow again. Still chuckling, Stephanie said, "Like you are, I suppose. But like, a thousand times worse because they've seen him shirtless."

Barbara felt herself blush. She shook her head and then pointedly looked down at her plate. "I wasn't making googly eyes… I was…"

"It's okay." Stephanie interrupted. "Believe it or not, the others are worse. Dick spends his free time in the gymnasium and swims on the school team. Most of the audience in anything he participates are there to gawk at him."

Barbara laughed. "And the other half watch the games?"

"You'd think, but nope." Stephanie shook her head. "The other half are usually there for Jason."

"Who?"

A note of reverence was in Stephanie's voice as she repeated, "Jason Todd." Stephanie sighed. "Jason is, by no coincidence, Dick's first brother. The guy who is sitting right next to him."

Barbara looked up from her plate and looked in the direction of the brothers. Her eyes glanced at Dick for a moment before she forced them to look at the other two who sat with Dick. The three were similar in many ways, but still just as different.

Both of Dick's brothers were more or less the same height, but one was built more like a quarterback and/or a boxer while the other had a leaner physique, even more so than Dick's considerably lean one. The quarterback – no, Jason, Barbara corrected herself – was dressed in a form fitting black tee with a loose red hoodie on top, unzipped and was sitting right next to Dick. He didn't seem to smile much and was conversing with Dick, a cigarette burning away on his lips. Occasionally, he punched Dick on the shoulder.

The other one, the leaner one, wasn't much of an active participant in the conversation and only lifted his head up from whatever it was he was doing under the table to offer some tidbit to the conversation. He too, was wearing a black tee, plain.

What was it with the Waynes and black tees?

"Jason Todd. Smoker. Boxer. Rebel. Footballer. Mean guy. Good guy." Barbara looked at Stephanie as she went on describing, "Sometimes he's sort of a jerk. Ruggedly–" Stephanie stopped herself short, "He single handedly holds the award for most detentions in school." She sighed a little wistfully and continued, "Dick calls him Jay. Dick is the only one who calls him Jay."

There was a great deal of emphasis on the way Stephanie said only and Barbara knew there was a story behind it. Barbara had also noticed the significant change in Stephanie as she talked about Jason.

Barbara ate a few more spoonfuls in silence and then asked, "So, are you Team Dick or Team Jason?"

Stephanie looked at Barbara, "What?"

"You said half the people attended the events for Dick and the other half attended for Jason. Which half are you in? Team Dick or Team Jason?"

"I… you… what do you…" Stephanie gulped. Her eyes widened a little. She shook her head and sputtered out, "I am not…"

Barbara shrugged. Wanting let Stephanie off – just for the moment – she changed the topic.

"Right. Dick Grayson. Check. Jason Todd. Check. And the last–"

Stephanie jumped in before Barbara finished her sentence. "The last but definitely not the least – and none of them are anywhere near the 'least', mind you – is Timothy 'Tim' Drake. Adopted third, silent but funny. Last summer he hacked into the school server and caused chaos. Simply to prove a point. They almost expelled him. Almost."

"But they couldn't?"

"But they couldn't. Anyway, Tim doesn't get along well with Jason. Or more accurately, Jason doesn't get along well with Tim."

Barbara found that surprising. She could believe that Jason would be generally unfriendly but towards his own brother? "Why?" she asked.

"I don't know the details but the rumor is that…" Stephanie lowered her voice, "The rumor is that Jason ran away once and when he was gone, Mr Wayne adopted Tim and Jason thought Tim was like a replacement or… well – I don't know. Mr Wayne, like I said, is very insistent on their privacy."

"Huh."

"Yup, well. You'll see soon, Babs. You'll see soon."

With that ominous statement, Stephanie seemed to be done with the explanations and chose to return to her phone, but not before glancing at the brothers one last time. Barbara's curiosity however was still not sated.

"How old are they?"

Stephanie shot a curious look at Barbara before answering. "We're in the same classes as Jason and Tim. They're sixteen and fifteen, respectively, though because Tim is a bit of a genius he skipped one year."

"And Dick?"

"He's almost seventeen. Turns seventeen in a few months, if I am right."

"You seem to know quite a lot about the Wayne brothers…" Barbara asked with a teasing tone, "Anything I should know about?"

"I wish." Stephanie replied. Something in her voice made Barbara feel like something was being kept from her – clearly, Stephanie liked Jason – but she didn't push. Stephanie continued, "Most – if not all – of the girls here know a lot about the Wayne brothers. Or at least as much as anyone knows about them."

It wasn't surprising news. Teenage girls tended to be like that with just about any pretty boy and the Wayne brothers were more than just pretty boys. Even Barbara wasn't an exception to the rule. The eldest Wayne had piqued her interest.

"So… Dick–" Barbara started on another question about the eldest Wayne when Stephanie interrupted her, again.

"And here comes the little one." Stephanie announced.

"What?"

"The fourth Wayne brother."

"There's a fourth?"

"Ahuh." Stephanie nodded and pointed. Barbara saw a kid, looking maybe an athletic thirteen or fourteen, dressed in a semi-formal outfit walking towards the table where the other Waynes sat. "Meet Damian Wayne. He is–"

Now Barbara interrupted Stephanie. "Wayne?" After a long line of non-Waynes in the Wayne family, this one was different. "He is actually named Wayne?"

"Yup. Like I saying, he is Mr Wayne's actual biological son."

"Oh."

Stephanie nodded. "Damian is not even ten, yet,"—not even ten?—"and he is a bit of a… hmmm… a bit of a whirlwind. Of terror. He doesn't get along with either Jason or Tim and if the rumors are true – and they more than likely are – he once actually stabbed Tim with a knife."

"But he is with them now?" Barbara asked, looking at Damian who sat opposite his brothers and silently ate his food, paying no attention to his brother's conversation.

"Mr Wayne has a way of reigning in Damian, I suppose. And Damian actually likes, or at least I think he likes, Dick."

Barbara took a minute to process the conversation with Stephanie, committing the details to her memory. Four brothers, three adopted. Eldest, Dick Grayson. Then Jason Todd, followed by Tim Drake. Finally Damian Wayne. Jason doesn't like Tim. Damian doesn't like Tim and Jason. They're loud, annoying and incredibly hot.

Barbara looked at the brothers again. Dick was now reaching across the table and picking off food from Damian's plate. Barbara smiled. Before Stephanie had joined her and before she saw the Wayne brothers, she hadn't been sure how the rest of her first day would go. And now…

Truthfully, she still didn't know. But she was willing to find out. Excited to find out.

She took a proper look at her plate and took a mouthful of her food. It tasted good now. "The Wayne brothers, huh?"

"The Wayne brothers. Speaking of, one of them is looking at you."

"What?"

"Don't look. Or look." Barbara pointedly stared at her plate trying to control the rapidly increasing urge to sneak a glance her head in their direction. She could hear a slight smile in Stephanie's voice as she continued, "Dick Grayson's been staring at you for a while."

A/N 2: I'm still trying to figure out exactly how to continue this, but fear not, I will continue. Until then, reviews are incentive for me to think harder and work faster on this. Review please?

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