chapter one: Who died and made you boss

Oracle's avatar blinked into existence on the batcomputer as Dick Grayson, Tim Drake-Wayne and Damian Wayne were training, currently on their aim in the Batcave.

"Oracle to Batman, come in Batman"

Dick walked over to and sat down in his chair in front of the monitor before answering. "This is batman whats wrong Oracle?"

"My sources say there are war ships coming our way in about a years time. They call themselves 'The Covenent' there are only a small hand full of people that have knowledge about what were up against. They were split into three categories several years ago. The Reds, Blues and Freelancers."

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"We need to see how good they are, recruit them or train and recruit them depending on their skill level."

After several minutes Dick asked "How many of us need to go, because I'm not leaving the two boys to fight?"

"That's the thing we need to send at least six or you'll be out numbered by either side."

"When do we leave?"

"tomorrow at noon."

"Bring my two girls over I'll need you to house sit while we're gone."

"Good thing I already have a few sets of clothes in your dresser."

-next day 11AM-

Bruce Wayne walked out of the secret Batcave entrance and trudged up the stairs to his room, just as Alfred came out carrying two empty breakfast trays.

CRASH

The tray dropped and so did Alfred. Less than a second latter Dick was in the hall attacking the only figure still standing. Caught off guard Bruce got hit once before he was able to block the others.

Just as soon as it started it stopped. "Bruce?"

"Yeah I'm back. Why were you in my room? And more importantly why are you naked?"

The door quickly shut with a click and a few minutes later Dick walked out fully dressed.

"Bruce, how long do you think you were gone for?"

"A month maybe two at the most?"

"Bruce, Damian's sixteen now. His birthday was last month. You've been gone for eight years, alots changed."

"Eight years? Gotham's been with out Batman eight years ho..."

"No. After you died I was here in less then six hours, I'll tell you about it on the way to our new base. you have just enought time to paint a bat on your new suit of armour before we get changed and leave for Highground."

"Who died and made you batman?" Bruce challenged.

"You did."