Okay, well this take place during the Batman and Son arc. I wanted to show how Ali met Damian and I just finished reading the Batman and son arc so I decided that I was gonna do this story :) So, enjoy!

Alastrina (Ali) sighed as she cleaned around the Batcave, Bruce working on something to upgrade his Batsuit, and Alfred cleaning the cases. Ali bit her lip and leaned over Bruce's shoulder. He's been working too hard lately. Alfred and Ali had noticed it. Hell, even the city of Gotham noticed that Batman has been acting a little out of sorts. Especially with the whole thing of that stupid cop dressing up as Batman and shooting the Joker right in the face. Ali strongly disliked the whole idea, but Bruce didn't seem to mind. Ali stood up and turned to the computer, dusting off the keyboard.

"Gordon says I should get out of the city more. He calls Gotham my comfort zone." Bruce chuckled softly.

"It is." Ali mumbled.

"Excellent idea, Master Bruce. You've been invited to attend the Action for Africa after show party in London this Thursday evening." Alfred said with a smile.

"Oh yeah! That's right!" Ali perked. "I got a suit for you and everything for that."

"Shall I pack?" Alfred asked.

"Okay," Bruce said in his "Batman" voice. "Let's do that. Good Idea."

Ali gave Bruce's back a concerned look; she heard that Batman voice too many times before. He did need to get out more.

"I hope you don't mind my saying, sir…that growl in your voice-that one you used to practice before you went out as Batman?"

"Mm." Bruce hummed.

"You're starting to do it all the time, Bruce." Ali said as she pulled up her little duster to her chest; grabbing it with both hands.

"GUYS!" Shouted a familiar voice.

Ali looked up to see Tim Drake (Robin) sliding down the pole into the Batcave. "Tim!" She called happily. "Have you-."

"Don't even ask." Tim chuckled. "It's dead out there." He walked over the small safe that had held Tim's civvies and opened it, taking his clothes out and walking over to Bruce. "The story's all over that Batman finally had enough and shot the Joker right in the face." Tim stated as he grabbed Bruce's sandwich.

"Good." Bruce said as he didn't bother to look up at Tim. "Let's keep it that way."

"I don't know, by Ali's body language, I don't think she likes it too well." Tim smirked as he took a bite of Bruce's sandwich and cocked his head back to Ali, who was as stiff as a doorknob.

"What?" She asked as she cocked her eyebrows from shock. Damn Tim and his detective skills. "I'm not worried. I don't care about this whole thing."

"Ali, the world knows that you care more about Batman's reputation more then Bruce does." He walked towards the Batmobile. "You don't like it when people dress up as Batman and use guns. In fact, I think that's the only thing you hate."

"Tim, I don't hate anything." Ali smiled. "I just didn't think it was right for that man to do such a thing."

"You hate it, Ali." Tim said as he grabbed the cloth of the cloth that was over the Batmobile. "This the new Batmobile?"

"Don't peek. She's not done." Bruce said in his Batman voice.

"Hey, Alfred!" Tim called. "Don't forget to feed the Bats." Tim said as he pulled on his regular pants.

"The very that I would ever forget to feed the bats, Master Tim?" Alfred asked as he continued cleaning.

"What?" Bruce looked up for the first time. "You feed the bats?"

"Everyday." Ali said.

"The bats prefer free-range corn-fed chicken Goujans." Alfred started.

"Gently fried in virgin olive oil, too." Ali added.

"With Chives, sir." Alfred finished.

"I am so glad I'm going into the mountains on my own for a little while." Tim smiled as he zipped up his jacket.

"Ali and I prepared a little something for you." Alfred said as he handed a Lunch box to Tim.

He looked at Alfred then Ali. "You guys are the best."

"Don't forget to take off your mask, Tim." Ali smiled.

"Oh," He blinked. Then reached up to pull it off.

"Gordon says I should get out of the city more often." Bruce smiled. "And and Ali and Alfred are telling that I need to relearn how to be Bruce Wayne."

"Combine the two." Tim suggested as he walked over to his bike.

"You remember the last time we took Bruce on vacation?" Ali asked as she put a hand on her hip.

"Yeah, he came back with so much energy that he could put an end to all super-crime." Tim joked.

"Be careful, Tim." Ali called.

"Always am. And call me if you need anything." He revved up his bike.

"Mm?" Bruce got up and looked at the monitors.

Ali jumped when he got up abruptly. He stalked over to the computers and crossed his arms. "I thought I saw Killer Croc. It's…it's just a green raincoat."

"Can't you see, Bruce? The raincoat is eating that man." Ali joked. "You really need to get out more."

He turned to Ali and sighed. "Maybe I do need to let go a little…I'm proud of him. He knows that."

Ali smiled; knowing that he was referring to Tim. "We all know that, Ti-I mean Bruce."

"You were just gonna call me Tim weren't you?" Bruce smirked.

"No." She shook her head. "Not at all."

"Someone needs to get out a little more, too." Bruce chuckled.

"No I don't." She quickly walked off.

Bruce left that night with Alfred; leaving Ali by her lonesome. She cleaned the Batcave, fed the bats, washed clothes, and started looking at "baby" pictures of Dick when he was younger. Afterwards, she decided to call Barbra, who didn't pick up. Ali finally had enough and felt the need to go to bed, but couldn't sleep. Instead, she walked down to the Batcave with her sky blue robe, a cup of hot chocolate, and put on her favorite movie. It was placed in the computer deep in the files that was titled: Jason's struggle. She giggled at the title and clicked it. It only took five seconds to load. When it started playing it showed Ali holding the camera up t her face. She put her finger to her lips and "shh"-ed the camera. She then walked through a door and placed the camera at an angle that showed Jason struggling to put on the little short pants that Dick used to wear. He yanked them up, but they slipped through his fingers and snapped at his waist.

"Damn." Jason whispered as he tried again; pulling them up and hopping in place to get them to go up. They were tight around his thighs, which were making it hard for him to put on. He growled as the pants slipped through his fingers again. He then pulled them down and pulled them up again; them getting stuck at his thighs once more. Ali giggled. But apparently Jason heard and turned to see Ali standing there.

"Ali!" He shouted with a blush at his lips. He ran after her as she ran out the room with the camera; laughing and giggling as Jason tripped over the dropped pants and face planted it on the floor.

Ali busted out in laughter and pulled the cup to her lips; taking a sip. She giggled slightly. "Jason…" She whispered with tear-filled eyes. "I wish you'd come home already."

Two days had passed and not a word from Bruce. Of course, it worried the hell out of Ali and she even contacted him to see if things were alright. Bruce had stated that he was alright, but he was brining home a "guest". He didn't sound to happy about it either. Which meant he was probably brining home some girl. But when he said to make sure the guest room was clean, her thought spiraled out of place. Who the hell would he be bringing home? Ali didn't think about it too much. Until he showed up and brought a kid with him. Ali's heart raced. Another child…Another child! When she walked in and saw Bruce and the young boy standing on the edge of the walkway to the main room of the Batcave she almost squealed…almost.

"Bruce?" Ali asked as she quickly dusted off her maid skirt and walked up to them. "Thank god your home!" She ran up to him and hugged him. "Don't ever go days with out calling me! I was so worried!" Ali's face wasn't mad, just-truly worried.

She then looked down at the little boy that resembled Bruce far too much. "Hello," She smiled as she squatted down in front of the boy who looked up at her in awe-well for a second anyway. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Who are you?" The boy growled as he tightened his fists.

"I asked you first." Her smile never faltered.

The boy looked up at Bruce. "Who is she?"

"This is Alastrina. But you may call her Ali." Bruce introduced. "Ali, this is Damian. My…Son."

Her eyebrows perked. "You have a Son?"

"Apparently."

"Who's your mommy?" Ali turned back to Damian.

"Don't talk to me like I'm some stupid child." Damian spat. "My mother is Talia Al Ghul."

Ali looked back up at Bruce. "Talia?"

Bruce glared at her; he really didn't want her to start exploding about how the hell Bruce got in bed with her. Talia was one of the women that Ali didn't like. Ali was very motherly when it came to Bruce and his women. She was like a mother bear when it came to Bruce being with bad women-aside from Selina Kyle whom Ali absolutely loved-and despised Talia's manipulative ways. Bruce had told Ali that he was raped by said woman and actually showed rage toward Talia whenever Ali saw her. No one messed with her boys. So, Bruce knew that Ali didn't believe that Damian was his true child. Well, not with out a paternity test at least.

Bruce then turned to Damian and squatted down to get to his height, placing his hands on Damian's shoulders. "Listen, your mother says you were trained by the League of Assassins."

Assassins. That word grabbed Ali by the neck. Talia raised a boy to be an assassin? This made a strange feeling boil up in her stomach.

"If you intend to stay with me," Bruce continued. "we'll put that training to good use in the fight against crime."

"Fight crime!" Damian laughed as he smacked Bruce's hands form his shoulders. "HAH!"

He then walked passed Ali, but not before stepping on her foot. She cringed slightly and turned to see him cock his head back and smirk at her. He did that on purpose. But she didn't get mad. Jason had done that the first time they met; but that was because he was partially afraid of her.

"So how do you deal with problem of Methane gas?" Damian asked. "As byproduct of bat excrement, that is. I've lived in caves before." He goaded as he walked over to the Batmobile.

"The bats have their own preserve. Damian, your mother claims she sent you here to learn-." Bruce started.

"My mother was never there for me." Damian stated harshly as he yanked off the cover to the new Batmobile; showing its half finished state.

Ali slanted her eyebrows in the opposite direction of each other; giving Damian a concerning look. She would believe that Talia would abandon her son. She's that type of person.

"Running a crime empire doesn't leave much time for bonding." He rolled his eyes. "Is this your new Batmobile?"

"It's not finished yet. We still need to talk." Bruce said as he walked up to Damian.

"FIGHT ME!" The little boy suddenly shouted as he kicked back. Bruce easily dodged it.

"What?" Ali shouted as the boy began to attack Bruce.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Bruce exclaimed as he pulled his arm up to block Damian's punch.

"Show me some respect and FIGHT!" Damian swung again.

Ali quickly jumped as she saw the brass knuckles flying towards Bruce's exposed face. Ali grabbed his wrist and twisted it back behind his back, wrapping on leg around his leg and holding him in a lock as she wrapped her other arm around his neck. "Sweetheart, you're a very good fighter." She said calmly.

"But you're not that good if you use brass knuckles." Bruce added.

"Sweetie, if you want to fight someone, I'll be glad to spar with you any time. But for right now, Bruce needs to chat with you. So please be respectful and listen to your father."

Damian looked up into the maid's green eyes. She was beautiful indeed and she even had the guts to grab Damian and hold him in a lock as if it was nothing! Damian immediately gained some respect for her. He growled at her. "Let me go."

"What's the magic word?" She asked with a kind smile.

"This is ridiculous. Let me go."

"She won't let you go unless you say the magic word." Bruce stated.

Damian sighed; irritated. "Please?"

She leg go and stepped back just as Damian tried to bring his foot up and kick her. She grabbed his ankle just as it was going to his her jaw. "Another time, sweetheart. Bruce needs to talk to you." She placed his foot gently on the ground. Then turned to Bruce. "He's all yours."

"Well," Another voice said. "My weekend in the mountains was pretty uneventful. What did I miss?"

"Robin!" Ali smiled. "How was-oh, never mind."

"It gets worse." Damian mumbled.

"Robin, I'd like you to meet Damian. He'll be staying with us for a while." Bruce said as Tim walked up to Damian.

He bent over slightly and held a hand out. "Hey, how are you?"

Damian didn't move; only scowled.

"Umm, here on my world, we call this gesture a hand shake." Tim stated.

"Don't patronize me. I'll break your face." Damian threatened.

Ali's jaw dropped and Bruce seemed to have enough of Damian's rude attitude. "Enough!" Bruce growled as he placed his hand on Damian's shoulder. "Alfred will help you unpack."

Damian yanked his shoulder away and began to walk towards the exit of the Batcave.

"It's been a long and difficult journey. You should get some rest." Bruce inquired.

"Don't tell me what I should do." Damian growled. "Mother let me do whatever I want!"

"Things are different here. I said Alfred will help you unpack."

He stomped up the steps.

"Allow me to show you to your temporary quarters, young sir." Alfred said.

"Fuck you!" Damian shouted.

Alfred stopped in shock. He then sighed. "Ah, memory lane."

Ali sighed and ran up to Alfred, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I got him." Ali said with a smile. She then ran up stairs to handle Damian.