It had been a long night for Batman and his comrades, even though it had started out rather uneventful… Well, uneventful for them anyway…

8:30 p.m. at the Wayne Mansion:

"Alfred, are the boys almost ready?" Bruce asked his ever-reliable butler.

"Doubtful Master Bruce, doubtful" was all Alfred could respond with.

Alfred's comment was confirmed two seconds later when they heard Damien scream, "Give me back my tie, you petulant swine!"

Bruce released an exasperated sigh, and Alfred quickly responded with, "I will take care of it."

It was the night of the Wayne Foundation Charity Ball, and to show a good familial front, and to try to raise more money, Bruce had decided all four of his sons would attend the event. Dick had been excited about the ball, particularly after he found out that Commissioner Gordon and Barbara were going to be there. As soon as Bruce had told him the news, Dick went to get a new suit, and made sure Babs had whatever dress she wanted. Tim had been agreeable, he wasn't overly thrilled about the whole event, but he wasn't going to give Bruce a hard time about it. On the other hand, Jason and Damien vehemently protested, but Bruce was fortunate and had something each of them wanted. Jason had recently lost his apartment after he decided to side with Roy in an argument against Kori. Afterwards, Jason had been forced to take up residency in his old room at the mansion until a new apartment could be found. Bruce had made a deal with Jason; he would find and buy Jason a new apartment if he would go the event. Jason begrudgingly agreed. Damien was a bit easier to convince. Recently, Bruce had taken away some of Damien's weapons for disobeying during a mission. Bruce promised to return them to him provided he attended the ball, and like Jason, Damien agreed.

Bruce finished getting ready after another ten minuets, and headed towards the stairs hoping that Alfred had been able to corral his unruly children. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he was surprised to find all four of his sons looking nothing but presentable. Alfred had once again done the impossible.

Ten minuets earlier…

Jason still wasn't pleased that he had to go to a charity ball; but rather then complain about it, he took his aggravation out on his brothers in other ways. He had personally tailored Tim's pants to be so short you could see all of his ankles, he cut a bat signal into the butt of Dick's new pants, and hid every single one of Damien's ties. So when Alfred came down the stairs to make sure the boys were almost ready, he found the boys in their usual disarray. Damien was chasing Jason with a kitchen knife still screaming about his tie. Tim was trying to figure out how his pants got so short. While, Dick was standing in front of the mirror staring at his butt, he looked like he was about to cry over his new suit.

After Alfred took in the situation, he handled it as he always had, with an eerily monotone (yet threatening voice) and a raised eyebrow that would make anybody's blood run cold.

"Master Damien, stop chasing Master Jason immediately, and Master Jason kindly return the tie to your brother." Damien and Jason stopped dead in their tracks, and quickly did as Alfred commanded. "Master Dick, while I know you are fond of your new suit, I do believe you should go change into your black Armani instead. Less you are trying to start a new clothing line of bat suits," at that Jason let out a laugh that he quickly stifled into a cough after Alfred looked at him. "Master Tim, your pants are not ruined, just hemmed too high. I'd be happy to fix it for you if you'd hold still for a couple moments."

"Thank you Alfred," he responded graciously.

After five minuets, Alfred had fixed Tim's pants and had just finish helping Damien with his tie when Dick came down he stairs ready and changed.

Bruce joined them soon after, and the look on his face as he descended the stairs made all of his sons laugh, and put a satisfied smile on the butler's face.

"I don't know how you did it Alfred, but thank you."

"Years of training Master Wayne, and you are welcome," Alfred replied, and then left the room to pull the limo around.

Bruce then looked to his boys, "I would like to thank all of you for coming to the charity ball, even if two of you were coerced into it. Just please do one favor, please behave this evening, remember who we are trying to raise money for." At that the boys all gave some sort of gesture of understanding. They all knew the foundation was created to help raise money for orphans, and none of them wanted to take away from that. Bruce then continued, "So that means, only Jason and Dick may drink. Jason you are only allowed two drinks per hour, also no smoking tonight, please. Damien our deal is null and void if I hear you threaten any of your brothers. Dick, don't be too much of a womanizer, and Tim, socialize a little. You'll have to know most of these people soon enough," once again all of the boys acknowledge what he had said, and agreed.

After Bruce's speech was over they all headed out of the front doors to Alfred and the limo, already waiting.

The Wayne Foundation Charity Ball was held at the Gotham City Plaza, only the wealthiest of Gotham were in attendance, and the event was slated to raise millions of dollars. Bruce had promised for every dollar raised, Wayne Enterprises would match it dollar for dollar. Needless to say, the ball was going to be an extravagant event…

Upon arriving at the Plaza, Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Dick all exited the limo. They were quickly bombarded with the paparazzi's camera flashes as they walked the red carpet to the front doors. Inside everything was beautiful and decedent, even the people. Tim started to calculate the net worth of the individuals in attendance, and the numbers were staggering.

Bruce turned to his sons one last time before he went off to talk to Lucius Fox, "Remember what I said earlier, and behave," then he left.

Jason glanced around nervously, "Dickie, why don't we go get a drink to take the edge off, if I'm sober much longer I'm going to break out into hives." Dick was distractedly looking for Barbara, but agreed and went along with him.

Damien assessed his surroundings and then looked to Tim, "Well I'm not just going to stand next to you looking like an idiot," and with that Damien stormed off to who knows where.

Tim just shrugged and went after Dick and Jason.

Two hours later.

The night was going relatively well, people were drinking and donating left and right. Bruce was pleased because the event had already raised almost three million since it had started, and he hadn't seen or heard any commotion from his sons.

Dick had finally found Babs. They were quietly sitting in a corner people watching, drinking, and occasionally kissing, nothing out of the ordinary for them. Jason had kept his promise about the smoking, but he had needed a few more drinks than two per hour to keep the edge off. He wasn't drunk per say, just a little tipsy. He had found an older woman that thought he was "absolutely charming," and had spent a fair amount of the evening dancing with her. Tim had done what he was told; he had gotten into a conversation with some of Wayne's partners on politics. He found it to be a boring topic, but was pleased that they seemed to be impressed with his insights and knowledge. Damian was the only one not enjoying himself in the slightest. He had no one to talk to, not that solitude ever bothered him too much, and his suit was uncomfortable. He had wanted tot take if off as soon as he had put it on, but he didn't want to disappoint his father so he didn't say anything.

Damien was trying to find something to entertain himself, but was failing miserably. So he decided to look around the plaza's second floor…

Fortunately for Bruce and everyone else at the ball, Damien's bored saved a lot of money that evening. He had just put his foot on the top of the stair when he heard a soft thump; the noise was so quiet he had almost missed it.

Probably just some old people getting some, was his original thought, but then he decided he better make sure.

He crept slowly around the corner to check. What he saw surprised him, rather than seeing two people in a compromising position, he found Chancer.

He must be here because of the money being raised; I have to tell Bruce.

Damien quickly and quietly moved back toward the stairs, he knew he needed to find Bruce. He didn't want any of the foundations money to end up with Chancer.

Three minuets later, Damien found Bruce talking to Commissioner Gordon, "Father, I need to speak with you urgently." At first Bruce was a little upset that Damien has so rudely interrupted Gordon, but the look on Damien's face told him that whatever it was, it was important. Bruce quickly excused himself, and then turned to follow Damien.

"What is going on?" Bruce asked, as lowered his head so no one could over hear them.

"Chaser is here. I think he is after the foundation's money, and seeing as he has a nasty habit of getting away with the money I figured somebody might need to intervene."

"Thank you for getting me rather than taking care of this yourself, we need to take care of this quickly and silently. Go get Dick, Tim, and Jason if he isn't loaded. I'll get Lucius so make a speech or something to distract everybody and then I'll meet you up there," Bruce replied, and then turned and moved to find Lucius.

Damien snaked his way through the crowd as carefully as possible so as not to cause a scene. He found Tim first as he was coming out of the bathroom. Damien grabbed his arm, and as Tim was about to protest he turned and said, "Not a word Drake, Chancer is here and we need to take care of it." Tim gave Damien a curt nod and followed him without another word.

Next they found Jason at the bar. "Well if it isn't Demon and Replacement, what can I help you fine children with?"

Tim could smell the alcohol on Jason's breath as he spoke, and asked, "How much have you had to drink?"

"Not enough to tolerate this ball much longer, but enough that'll tolerate your company at the moment," he replied with a lazy grin,

"Drake, he is worthless right now, let's just find Dick and take care of it."

Tim nodded his agreement, but as they went to walk away, Jason grabbed Tim's arm.

"What is going on," Jason demanded.

"Chancer is here and we need to take care of it, but you barely seem capable of walking let alone helping," Tim answered. Jason rolled his eyes, stood up, and followed them.

"Just don't cause a problem Todd," Damien warned. This was met with another eye roll from Jason, but he continued to follow them.

They found Dick in the next room still talking to Babs, they explained the situation and then all headed for the stairs.

By the time they go to the top, it had only been five minutes since Damien had initially seen Chancer. Bruce was only a few second behind the boys.

"Alright Dami, where did you see him?" Dick asked in a hushed voice.

Damien made a shushing noise to get them to shut up, and then used hand signals to show them where to go. Bruce organized them into three teams, to try to be as efficient as possible. Then on Bruce's go they all jumped into action, only to be stunned at what they saw… They were expecting to see Chancer ready to fight, but they found him in a very different state. He was lying unconscious on the ground, Chancer's arms and legs had been hogtied, and a napkin was shoved in his mouth to keep him quiet should he wake up.

"Who the hell did this?" Jason asked.

Bruce rapidly looked to Damien, but he held up his hands and shrugged.

Tim and Dick both said they didn't do it, and then Tim went to look at the body. "Hey Bruce, come take a look at this," Tim said.

Tim handed him the note he had found pinned the body, and Bruce read it out loud,t he note said:

Hello Batsy and Boys,

I decided to handle this one for you. Ya'll seemed to be rather busy downstairs and I didn't want the evening to end poorly.

Save the kids for me,

XOXO BB

When he was done reading, Bruce handed the note to dick for him to look at.

"Well, we cant just leave him up here. Dick, call Alfred and have him meet you and Jason in the back. Tell him to take Chancer to the police and come back here, and then to come back to pick us up. The event is almost over and we need to figure out who BB is," Bruce ordered.

Damien and Time followed Bruce, they heard clapping as they descended the stairs, signifying the end of Lucius's speech. Bruce walked towards the front of the crowd, he had to say a few words, tell everyone the total amount donated, and then end the event.

Thirty minuets later, the plaza was empty. The only people that remained were Bruce, the boys, and a few people that worked for the Wayne Enterprises. Alfred pulled up a few minuets later. On the way home, Bruce and the boys explained what had happened to Alfred. They started to brainstorm and research into who "BB" might be long before they got the mansion.

Upon arrival, Alfred insisted that everyone go upstairs and eat before getting started on research, it was already one in the morning and Alfred knew that if he didn't get them to eat now, they weren't going to eat until at least noon. There where a few, complaints about needing to get to work as soon as possible, but when Alfred made a suggestion, it was more of a law and everyone knew there was no point in arguing.

As they headed up the stairs and into the kitchen, none of them seemed to notice anything was amiss. It wasn't until they got right next to the kitchen door that Jason noticed something was off. "Why do I smell grilled cheese? Alfred hasn't cooked since breakfast this morning."

Suddenly everyone looked to Jason, and sniffed the air. He was right someone had cooked in their kitchen very recently.

Bruce went to stand in front of everyone as they approached the door, he pressed his ear to it but didn't hear anything. Rather than pushing the door open slowly, Bruce blasted through the door flowed by Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damien. And to all of their surprise there was a girl sitting on the kitchen table. Staring at them as if she expected them, she had a big smile one her face as she happily munched on a grilled cheese sandwich.

Everyone was still too shocked to move, and that was saying something. None of them could process how she had made it through all of the security systems and get past all of the animals without anything being out of place.

After the girl finished her bite, she took a sip of her milk, and then said, "Sorry I helped myself, but I was starving, and I made all of you some so I hope it's okay." She smiled as she pointed to a huge stack of grilled cheese sandwiches next to the stovetop.

Everyone was still just staring at her until Jason yelled, "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"

Despite his outburst, the girl's smile didn't waver an inch. "You can call me Mason, It's to finally meet the infamous Bat and his troop of birds. Oh, and let's not forget dear Alfred, he keeps this place immaculate by the way," she replied as she glanced around the kitchen….