Justice Private Academy

AN: So after much coercing from one of my great friend and honorary sisters who we will dub FlamingoPig aka my personal Robin I have decided to come back from my years of hiatus and start a new story. I've been writing many stories on the side but I just haven't wanted to post anything up here.
I know that I have two other stories on this account but the usb with those stories is MIA but I intend to get started on those again and finish them...I'll figure out some sort of schedule.
Any ways this story is going to be about the great Bat Family*including the girls though woe is me I wanted to exclude them. They won't be actually in the bat family but they will be in the story*. This story is an alternate universe to the one we would usually see the DC comics world exist in. So no superhero stuff sorry. But all of my favorite heroes will be here and I'm not against accepting request to add any of your own personal favs though this will revolve around the Batties. I'm going to stick mainly to the Young Justice take on the heroes because I loved the way they looked. And also on how Young Justice portrayed their relationships. But also on a lot of just fan pairings.

Characters will appear as they see fit but for now I will post a nice summary. This story doesn't follow any one character but will follow all four and possible a few others but mainly the four. Hope you all enjoy.

Constructive Critisim welcome. Compliments welcome. Flamers will keep me warm since I am a soulless black hole parading around in a human shell.

Enjoy, Akiraoniichan

Summary:

Bruce Wayne is quite frankly done with having all four of his boys at home. They are annoying, loud, obnoxious, cannot accept when they are wrong, and quite frankly just a huge pain in the ass. He is still young and a billionaire and single? Yeah his boys are good at scaring away any potential suitors. So while visiting his good friend he was given a good suggestion. Why not send the boys away to boarding school? And why hadn't he thought of that? So this year he's shipping them all out. Even his wayward troublemaking son. All four are going to have to settle in a new school full of new awesome adventures and meet new people. Maybe the nerdy one will get off the computer and get a life. Justice Academy, home of the Young Justice is a place for all the Wayne sons to call home for nine month out of the year. Bruce hopes he's making the right decision but then again when has he ever made a wrong one?

Disclaimer: DC comics own the batfamily and all they're characters blah blah blah not mine.

Warnings: (?) dunno possible maleXmale pairings, language, OCness, Age changing, pervertedness…(more warnings as they appear)

Rating: T

Chapter One

A Brilliant Idea

Bruce Wayne leaned back in his office chair; tempted to spin but holding in that childish urge. He was not hiding in Wayne towers. No, he wasn't. He just needed a break from his lovely, handsome sons. So, lovely might be a stretch, but they were handsome. All four of them. And though three were adopted they all looked like him. And Bruce Wayne was handsome man if he had to say so himself. Not to toot his own horn, as the kids would say, but he was a very eligible bachelor. He was tall standing at a cool six foot five. And he was a wall of muscle, his body was a temple and he treated it as such. He trained in many different martial arts styles, and American style fighting and all helped his looks. He had ice cold blue eyes that could warm or penetrate the soul when necessary. Added to his jet black hair and he was a sight to behold. And his billions of dollars didn't dissuade anyone at all. And all his sons resembled him in some shape or form.

"Mr. Wayne, your sons are here to see you." His intercom suddenly announced waking him from his daze.

"what? No! Don't let them in!" he began to say, standing up to lock his door, but his door already burst open and in walked his pride and joys.

"Hey daddy dearest." His oldest son smiled at him and walked around the desk with his arms open.

Richard Grayson aka Dick, his first adopted son. Dick was the eldest at a cool seventeen turning eighteen years old. He was close to being a match for his fathers height standing at an intimidating five foot eleven making him look more like Bruce. While leaner than his father he had muscles that could hold their own in all the fights he always found himself in. Dick believed in protecting the weak and fought bullies whenever he found one. And with his cuddly, childish, bearlike air, he was a much loved individual. And he had his following of girls to prove it. He boasted his father's inky black locks and cerulean blue eyes a shade lighter than Bruce's. His eyes were almost always smiling and his face tended to be upturned in a smile. The nicest Wayne of them all. The only one that was openly affectionate and loved his entire family.

Bruce held up his hand to stop his son but when had that ever worked and found himself with an armful of Grayson. "Dick, really?"

"You know you love my hugs." Bruce could feel him smiling.

"You are so weird." Bruce looked up to see his second eldest sitting down in one of the couches in his office.

Jason Todd, the wayward son, but though they often didn't see eye to eye he loved his adopted son as much as the rest. Though there was the brief stint where he ran away and was forcibly brought home and placed under something similar to house arrest he liked to think that dark past was behind them. Out of all his sons Jason was hands down the most destructive and the biggest handful. He was 16 years old though he acted much older. He didn't have his father's black hair anymore since he went on his rebellious phase and dyed it a different coloring turning it dark brown with a white patch of bangs that covered one of his eyes. Bruce personally didn't see how it was visually pleasing since it was an odd color but like Dick, Jason had his own band of followers. And also like Dick he was often fighting. Though unlike Dick, he tended to be the one starting the fights, the one bullying the kids, and the one just being an all-around ass. All the hours on the street gave him a body that showed his fighting had come in handy and since he loved to fight Dick who was trained in many of the same fighting styles as Bruce he was a sight to behold. He didn't shape the same way Dick did though and his body type was more along the same lines as Bruce's. He had build and height on Dick making him his tallest son and came in at a really tall six foot and still growing. But he had never actually beaten Dick which could explain why he saw them constantly fighting.

"Hello Father." Tim greeted him turning and sitting beside Jason on the couch.

Timothy Drake, or Tim, was probably the son he spent the most time with right now simply because he wasn't as bad as the rest of them. Tim was a nerd. There was no nice way to put such a simple fact. He was always studying, always on the computer, always reading, always learning, always teaching, helping, tutoring. He would rarely be seen without an electric device on him. Phone, tablet, laptop, anything he could use to learn more about the world. His knowledge spanned from complicated trigonometry, college level science, and amazing books, to random facts about the height of the statue of liberty, presidents middle names, and everything on Sonics menu since they opened to present day. Tim looked just like Bruce and Dick. Though he was shorter than his older brothers, he was also only 14. He had the same black hair though he wore it short and his eyes were a more calculating blue like Bruces. He wasn't as physically strong as the rest of his brothers but could best them all in anything having to do with brain power. He was intimidating and didn't need a line backers body to make someone bow down to him. While not affectionate it was obvious he cared for all of his brothers…well almost all of them.

"Why are you calling him father when you are not blood related to him? I hope you don't forget who the blood son actually is." Tims phone in his hand was suddenly flying across the room and crashing into the wall. "Remember your place." A cold voice hissed before the appearing in the room and walking to sit in Bruces chair.

"Damian that was mean." Jason laughed out loud as he tried and failed to reprimand his brother.

Damian Wayne was the only son actually related to him by blood. He was a carbon copy of his father with his mothers grass green eyes. He was a match for Tims brains minus all the somewhat useless knowledge and able to hold his own against Dick, though still never winning. He was a deadly combination of brains and athleticism with just enough sarcasm to piss off almost anyone he came in contact with. At only 12 he had managed to keep up with all of his brothers. He hadn't been with them since the beginning of his life but had managed to make a place with them in the years he'd been there. And though he seemed to hate every single one of them there was only one he got along with and seemed to tolerate their presence. Even Bruce himself hadn't managed to bond very well with his youngest son. Damian was lithe and thin but full of muscles taking a lot after his mother in that aspect. He also followed his mothers ideas in that if someone screwed you over once second chances didn't exist and it was best to prevent it from ever happening again. So Damian had been kicked out of almost every school the Wayne name and fortune had managed to get him in.

Actually at the moment all his sons weren't in school and were being homeschooled by Alfred and that man needed a break. The first time they all worked together and they were all expelled and he was stuck with the bill of paying for the damages of that particular catastrophe.

"Damian that really wasn't nice. You need to apologize to your brother." Bruce turned to his youngest managing to get Dick off of him.

"What brother?" he lifted his chin, "That is not my brother."

"You're such a pain in the ass Damian! You are buying me a new phone." Tim turned and glared at Damian though the youngest looked unruffled.

"Keep dreaming Drake. As if I would do that."

"Little D." Bruce could never stop his eyes from widening at how Damian reacted when he was around Dick. He suddenly looked meek and dare he say ashamed of his actions. His shoulders drooped and he dropped his head before turning doe like eyes to his oldest brother.

"What Grayson?" the words were meant to be sharp but didn't come across as such. Dick walked around Bruce and kneeled to Damian's level and simply looked him straight in the eyes without saying a word. Damian stared straight at him and after a moment he looked down and away a light pink dusting across his cheeks. "I apologize Drake. It was uncouth of me to do that where I would get caught. I will reimburse you."

Bruce had to cough to stop his laughter. That was an awful apology but the only one Tim would get. And it was amazing he even got one at that. He always wondered at how Dick had managed to get so close to Damian. They didn't get a long at first but something happened that caused Damian to stick to Dick's side and follow him around listening to his every word. He still hissed and spit fire at everyone else but with Dick a new side of Damian could be seen. One that no one else could pull forth.

"What do we say Tim?" Dick turned to Tim who blushed and looked away.

"Thanks." He murmured.

Dick grinned before putting his arms around Damian and lifting him out of the chair and walking to the couch that sat opposite of the other two brothers. And Damian didn't protest at all, if Bruce wasn't so set on thinking he may need his eyes check he would say Damian looked quite pleased. He didn't even protest at having to sit on Dicks lap.

Suddenly four pairs of eyes were on him. He sighed and walked to sit on the last empty space beside Dick and Damian and across from Jason and Tim. "So if I may ask why are you all here?"

"As in why are where here in this earthly plane? What is the meaning for our existence? How did the stars and fates collide to drop us here at this exact moment?" Jason leaned back in his seat waving a hand around nonchalantly. "Or, why are we all here in your office? Because I'm afraid I can only answer one of those questions."

"Stop being a smart ass Todd." Damian glared at his brother.

"Should we really be talking about smart asses little brother?" Jason's blue green eyes moved like a snake to land on the smallest Wayne. "Because right now you aren't so intimidating sitting on Dicky's lap like that."

"Jealous Todd." Damian smirked, "you're Neanderthal ass was never welcome here and could never fit anyways."

Jason bit his bottom lip before opening his mouth to yell something no doubt obscene back but Dick beat him to the punch.

"And that conversation is done with." He glared at Jason while placing his hand over Damian's mouth to prevent any objections from that end. "We're here because we're bored. Alfred's repertoire only extends so far and I'm tired of sitting at home all day."

"Well, I still haven't found a school that will take all four of you in. tThough I wouldn't blame them seeing as what you managed to do at your last school." Bruce sighed.

"What we did at the last school was end a tyranny." Jason grinned, "And it was awesome."

"I agree with Jason." Tim had managed to produce a tablet from somewhere. "While what we did was a bit…extravagant and a tad bit deadly for my taste it had to be done. Actions like that can't go unpunished."

"Yeah, he deserved it honestly. And if I could go back in time I would do it all again." Dick nodded.

Damian managed to pull Dicks hand off his mouth and spoke up, "at least no one died. Though someone should have." Was all he got in before Dicks hand was back across his mouth.

"Shush little D. There is no need for such dark thoughts." Dick looked down at the mini Bruce in his laps and couldn't help but smile affectionately. "No matter how much someone may agree."

"Either way deserved or not it got you expelled from one of the last schools that would take you in. And now I have to look for a school for all four of you. And while one of you has an excellent track record the rest of you do not." Bruce turned to the three troublemakers, "Do you know how hard it is to find a school that will ignore the massive file folders you three come with? The Wayne name can only do so much. Even's Tim's good grades and behavior are getting rejected now." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't need this stress."

All four were silent before Dick spoke up, "Look, we're sorry Bruce. We didn't mean to cause you so much trouble."

"Yeah, if I had known you would receive such a hard back lash I wouldn't have done what we did to such an extent." Tim put his tablet down on his lab.

"Yeah Bruce, we didn't mean for it to get as big as it did." Jason turned to look out the wall of windows no doubt not wanting anyone to see him actually caring.

Bruce moved his hand too look at his boys before sighing and smiling to himself. "I know you boys meant for the best." He stood up and looked down at them all, "But my office is not a place for you all to come and entertain yourselves. You need to leave and return back to the Manor."

"But it's so boring." Jason moaned out.

"Well hopefully, you boys won't have to deal with it for much longer. I'm sure I will find a school soon. In the meantime you will have to entertain yourselves at home."

Dick stood up with Damian still in his arms and motioned to the others "Fine then, come on lets go guys."

Tim stood as well and putting his tablet back into the small black messenger bag he carried with him. "Alright then."

Jason yawned before standing. "Better hurry and find us a school Bruce. We all know what happens when I get too bored." He smirked.

Bruce shook his head but watched as his sons all walked to the door. "You are to go straight home. Don't make Alfred worry."

"Right right." They all waved before the door closed.

Bruce already knew that they weren't going to listen but he could only hope that they at least wouldn't cause any trouble. He turned and walked back to his desk sitting down and turning to his computer. It binged suddenly with a new email in his personal mail box.

Wayne,

It's been awhile. I would hope that everything is going ok but I know it's not all perfect in paradise. I heard about the recent trouble you've been having with your kids. And I am here to hopefully offer a solution. You know that my family has been the head of our own private school for almost a century and I'm a little hurt you haven't come to me in your time of need. You should have told me. I would be more than happy to take all of your kids into my school. I'm sure they will fit right in with the students we already have attending. If you decide to accept my offer just email me back and I will send you the paperwork. Justice Academy will always have a spot for them.

-C.K.

Bruce reread the email a few times to be sure he wasn't seeing things. He had completely forgotten about that. But Justice Academy was a boarding school. He wasn't sure if he was ready to send his boys away like that. They were one of the things he looked forward to when he got home. To not be able to see them for nine months? Could he do that?

"Mr. Wayne, Gotham Police Department are on line one. Something to do with your sons and demolishing half of Freedom Heights Mall, resisting arrest, and attacking a police officer."

Bruce sighed. Could he send them away for nine months? Yeah. He could.

AN: and finished. I would like to know what everyone thinks so for once I'm asking for a review please. It would help me in knowing if I should continue this or maybe do something else...or just continue with the old stories... But anyways Thanks for reading.