Sitting alone in the living room of the manor was thankfully not as creepy as most mansions should be when they were cold and dark. Dick was resting in front of the warm fire with the book he had to read for his University class. The Bat aka Bruce and Tim were out on nightly patrol, which Dick would, more like should, have joined in on had it not been for Alfred blabbing to Bruce about a certain final report that was over 70% of Dick's final grade. Said report not even being touched by Dick yet, until now.
Moving on, Alfred had gone out on his annual once a month day off and Damian was in the back of the manor sleeping in his room. Dick was here for two reasons. One again being the report that he had to begin and at least get half way finished as instructed by Bruce, and two because of his sleeping brother. Alfred had pleaded practically begged for him to be at the manor while everyone else was out besides the littlest robin. He couldn't really blame Alfred for asking since last time they left Damian by himself it had been bad, no not bad, really bad. In that case Dick sat upon the couch doing his homework and acting more house sitter than baby sitter.
He was sure that if he had not grown up in these lonely silent rooms right about now he would be having a panic attack for it was just too quite for his liking. When he had arrived he had double checked all alarms and traps that surrounded the house so he knew they were on and would inform him if something was wrong. Even though with knowing all that something just felt wrong. He placed his bookmark in his book and stared hard at the fire trying to recollect his feelings.
All the training that he had received was just telling him he was crazy but Bruce's first lesson was to always trust your instinct, which was now telling that something was just not right. He sat upright gaze still on the fire listening to the silence waiting for something, anything to happen but even after the expense of minutes there was nothing. He waited still and even after doing that he was just about to let out a sigh of relief only before he could a scream rang out through the mansion.
The eldest bird was on his feet and practically flying down the hall within a lapse of ten seconds flat. He only froze at a corner when gunshots, not gunshot, no shots, rang out. He ran faster than he ever had after hearing those terrible bangs. He could hear shuffling and thumping, though that could have been the beating of his frantic heart, of a fight within Damian's room, so he yelled out as he slammed his foot against the wooded door, which shattered from the kick.
"Damian!" Dick yelled as he came into the room only to pause to look upon the scene at his feet. Two bodies were practically millimeters from one another. One had a knife edging into the skin of the other who was holding two guns on either side of the smaller ones head. Neither moved from the other even though both appeared to be exhausted from the brawl that had destroyed the bedroom. Dick ignored the mess instead focused solely on Damian and a man he never thought he would see here.
"Jason!" Dick started as he stepped closer being careful of the debris. "Put the guns down!"
"Tell this fucker to drop his knife first!" Jason Todd yelled back, his body not moving though his eyes flickered to Dick before focusing back on the youngest Wayne.
"Grayson, do you know this low life scum who dared to disrupt my sleep and was idiotic enough to think he could sneak into my room?"
"Why you sack of-" Jason growled yet was cut off literally for Damian dug his knife deeper into the milky white flesh, blood now dripping from the blade.
"Damian! Stop! This is Jason, he was the second Robin. Bruce told you about him, remember?" Dick explained as he now stood right beside the boys though he had no idea what or who he should grab first.
"Father told me he was dead. Is this man an imposter, if so he doesn't need to live." The youngest inquired while digger his knife deeper into the muscle of the green eyed youth.
"Stop! Damian, I'm in charge and as such I demand you to remove that knife! Now!" Dick commanded while glaring at the kid at his feet. Damian glanced at his superior for a moment before sighing and edging the knife out while quickly backing away to the other side of the room.
"Argh! Dammit! I'll kill you, you little shit!"
"Jason! Enough!" Dick now stood in front of the taller one, separating the two.
"Look I don't care why you're here but you are going to die if you don't bandage that, so can you not be an ass and let me help you?" He reasoned knowing that a cut from Damian was always meant to kill and he already had enough to explain to Bruce. He didn't need to add 'dead brother' to the list. Jason just continued to glare at the youngest in the room before growling out something between a "yes" and "just keep that brat away from me." Dick sighed then the two went to the nearest bathroom, one that wasn't Damian's attached, where Grayson began fixing up the other. Damian had followed and stayed by the door, close enough to attack if needed yet was still heeding Dick's wishes by not being too close. Dick was almost finished so he believed now was a good time to break the silence and get some answers.
"So what are you doing here, Jason? I thought after the explos-incident you were staying away from anything that had to do with us?"
"When Brucy couldn't find me in the wreckage of the building I blew up, ya mean, I escaped, what else? I left for a while after that but when I came back last week I followed Bat and Tim hearing them talk about you and brat over there. I wanted to know who the brat was so here I am. How was I suppose to know the little shit was a psychopath?" Jason spat while his glare intensified on the one off to the side.
"Out of all the members of this stitched together family, I assure you, that title fits perfectly for someone who is dressed as a poor motorcycle want to be who just lost a fight to a child." Damian remarked with a roll of his eyes.
"Oh kid, I'm going to shove my guns so far up your as-"
"Jason!" Dick barked and shoved Jason back from getting any closer to the fourth brother.
"Enough already, from both of you. I already have a headache from thinking on how I'm going to explain the mess in Damian's room to Alfred."
"Oh yeah, where is he? He does a better stitching job than you ever could." Jason commented as he examined the sticth job in the bathroom mirror.
"You can just say thank you, asshole."
"Aww, what's wrong. Dicky? You know you seem angry, shouldn't you be more happy about seeing me after all this time?"
"Of course, I'm angry! You sneak in, do property damage and then when I save your ass you insult the help I give, what part of this am I suppose to be happy about?"
"I'm not particularly happy that I was denied my kill, Grayson."
"Shut up, Brat! No one asked you! Besides, Dicky, you should be happy that I picked a time to do this when Brucy wasn't here, doesn't that make you happy?"
"Not practically." The boys froze for that answer had not come from any of them. They all turned spotting the new comer just outside the doorway. Bruce and Tim stood there looking at the three who starred back. The two new parties were still in uniform and Tim had his staff in his grip as if he suspecting to use it on someone. Bruce locked eyes with all of them before turning away.
"Living room. Ten minutes."