Barbara Gordon was always a little... weird. She was a thirteen year-old girl with red hair, sky blue eyes that frequently change to vivid green according to her mood (It's green when she's feeling angry, betrayed, all those negative feelings), she could hear things better, has amazing detective and hacking skills, a gymnast, she can make a man twice her size cry, or at least give a beating.

Needless to say, they were impressed.

Why?

It was because she jumps from roof to roof in the dead of night, wearing a cape and cowl with a fancy utility belt.

She is Batgirl.

Richard Grayson was always a little... different. He was a thirteen year-old boy with ebony locks and cobalt blue eyes. He has been like that ever since his parents' death, and being adopted to Bruce Wayne. Not to mention after finding out who Bruce Wayne really is.

He could give a punch or two to men weighing fifty pounds and twice his size. He has impressive detective and hacking skills, an acrobat, dating back to his circus days, and can give a decent beating. Which the victim might end up with a concussion, broken nose and a dislocated arm.

Needless to say, he could take care of himself.

Why?

He was Robin.

Friday, 9 September, 12.30 pm, Gotham Academy.

Richard groaned as he hit his head on his table.

History is boring.

Barbara looked at him, amused. She thought History was a bore too, but at least she could restrain herself from acting like that. Sure, they only got two hours of sleep last night, but he didn't have to hit his head.

"Keep doing that, and you might cause an earthquake." joked the red-head beside him. Their classmate, Liana, who was sitting beside Grayson, didn't hear a thing.

Richard snorted. "Yeah, right."

Barbara smirked. 'Of course it would cause an earthquake,' Richard thought to himself. 'She's the only one who can hear me.'

Finally, the bell rung after another thirty minutes. 'More like an hour.' thought the two, as they packed their bags and headed for the gates of Gotham Academy.

They started talking about school, homework and patrol. In whispers, of course.

They reached the sleek black car waiting by the tree they used to climb in all those years ago. They climbed into the car, and greeted the man.

"Hey, Alfred."

"Hiya, Alfie."

"Miss Barbara, Master Dick." replied the man. "How was school today?"

"History was boring!"

"At least I don't hit my head on the table, groaning so loud."

Alfred looked behind him, worried. Thank goodness Alfred wasn't driving yet.

"No, it wasn't loud." answered the two simultaneously. He nodded, and started the car.

The English man drove out of Gotham Academy's ground and headed towards Wayne Manor. Barbara was staying there for a few weeks, her father was busy elsewhere.

They arrived at Wayne Manor, and climbed out of the car. Alfred was striding towards the door when laughter greeted them.

"Barbara!" Stephanie.

"Barbie!" Jason.

"Dick!" Cassandra.

"Aaah! Damian, get off me!" Tim.

"Grayson, help me!" Damian.

"Damian Wayne, get off of him!" Kate.

Barbara and Dick sighed.

This is the normal situation of the Batfamily when they got home from school, and when Bruce isn't around.

Kate had managed to pry Damian off of Tim, and asked the two for help, still keeping a firm hold on Damian. They nodded, and ushered everyone to the dining room for lunch.

"That was great, Alfred." Barbara complimented.

"Best lunch ever, Alfie." Dick praised.

"Thanks, Alfred." Stephanie thanked.

"No, Damian. You are not allowed to throw your fork at Tim." Kate ordered.

"Err... thanks, Alfred. Gotta go!" stammered Tim.

"Oh, now I'm full. What's for dinner?" Jason asked.

"Jay!" Cassandra exclaimed.

"Heh. Finally got to chase Drake away. Good lunch, Pennyworth." said Damian.

Bruce chose that time to knock the door.

"Coming, Master Bruce."

He walked in the dining room and sat in a chair. The kids have already run out of the dining room. Bruce was once again eating alone. Alfred, who can read Bruce like a book, said, "If you want to eat with them, Master Bruce, I suggest either picking Miss Barbara and Master Dick from school or coming from work early." said the butler, as he walked towards the kitchen.

Bruce was left at the dining table with only his thoughts. 'Alfred's got a point.' thought the man. 'Oh, who am I kidding? He's Alfred!'

The man slipped out of the dining room, and began to look for the children. His children.

He found them outside, in the gardens.

Barbara and Dick, the two oldest Batkids, were doing homework on the bench under the tree.

Jason was chasing Cassandra around the garden, screaming. "Cass, give me back my phone!"

Tim and Stephanie were lying in the flowerbed, talking.

Damian was reading a book, slumped against another tree.

Kate was beside him.

"So, you gonna make it in time for lunch tomorrow?" asked the sixteen year-old. "Hopefully, yes." answered the man, nodding. They fell into silence, until the doorbell rang.

Alfred went to greet the person, as always.

Alfred approached Bruce and Kate, with Clark Kent following closely behind. With Barry Allen and Olliver Queen. Bruce narrowed his eyes, Kate following suit.

"Kent, Allen, Queen. What do you want?" Bruce growled. By the way Bruce looked at the three men, Kate knew they were Leaguers and that Bruce did not like them.

"We came by to say hello, that's all." answered Barry with a sheepish grin. Olliver looked at Kate, then at the garden. "Wow, Bruce. Never knew you had this many kids." said the emerald archer. Bruce just scoffed. "How many are there?" teased Clark.

Bruce looked over at Kate, and nodded. She stepped up to him, and gave him a Batglare, making Clark back up a little.

"There's eight of us. Nine including Bruce." she growled.

Barry cleared his throat. "Let's see the kids, huh? We only know Dickie-bird."

"Don't call him that." growled a voice. Bruce and Kate turned around, facing an upset red-head, and a grumpy boy. "Shouldn't you be calling them now?" she asked, still glowering. Bruce nodded.

"Kids!" called Bruce. The children stopped whatever they were doing and looked up. Jason, Cassandra, Tim and Stephanie walked towards Bruce, still talking and whining. (That's mostly on Jason's part.)

Damian had arrived last. "Yes, Father?"

Clark and Barry looked at Bruce shocked.

"Y-You have a SON?!" the three sputtered.