Hi guys!

I know it's been a while, and I feel really bad about writing this without continuing my stories I put on hiatus, and I am so sorry. But this particular fic has been bothering me for months, even before I wrote my other ones, and I was reminded of it and just had to get it off my chest! Heads up in advance; I probably am doing this fic all wrong in regards to what is canon, given that the main source I have has been through other fanfics and fan comics. But the whole batfam concept has had me hooked for a while, and I just had to write something! Please read, review, favorite, and follow. Hope you guys all enjoy!

Info: Honestly, this is probably part AU, but the boys (Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian) are all in high school, in order senior to freshman. For simplicity's sake it works better for the story I had in mind and the personas I may bring up are Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Robin, and of course Batman.

Disclaimer: I don't own Batman, or DC…

An Interesting School Day

Chapter 1: Why Now?

Damian Wayne

Honestly, Damian Wayne couldn't care less about school. Given his family name he was either constantly pestered or revered like a god. The second one he could get used to, if he liked people, that was. Also, due to his "after school activities," school was perhaps the most boring thing Damian had to endure. It also didn't help at all that his teachers weren't smart and his classmates were downright stupid. At least from his point of view.

He stared out the window of the second story classroom towards the parking lot and the road. There was absolutely nothing going on to distract him from the lecture his teacher was giving on… what was this class on again? He tried to focus in on the lesson for a moment.

"The Greeks made many advances in things such as philosophy, arts, and warfare," his teacher's voice droned, raspy and monotone. "That, in turn, influenced…" Damian again zoned out of the lecture, which he had deemed useless at that point, and glanced out the window again. He couldn't wait to beat up some grunt on patrol, or better yet, beat up one of his "brothers" when he got ho-

Oh, this was interesting.

Five, no, six white vans pulled into the parking lot at breakneck paces, each one screeching to a halt haphazardly. Immediately the doors were jerked open and dozens of men with masks and guns poured out onto the asphalt and streamed towards the main doors. Damian heard the sound of breaking glass and then a split second later the lockdown alarm went off, accompanied by a panicked voice on the intercom.

"There's been a break in! Level three lockdown! The criminals are-" the voice was abruptly cut off by the earsplitting bang of a gun and a bloodcurdling scream. The only sound that could be heard in the silent classroom was the static on the intercom, which could have been a stadium loudspeaker for how loud it sounded in that moment. The entire room was stunned silent, simply too shocked by the sudden change of circumstances to be scared. One moment ticked by. Two. Then the reality set in, and so did the fear.

The teacher rushed to the door and locked it, while working to barricade the door. A few girls were sobbing, some people were hiding under their desks, and Damian was fairly sure one of the boys had wet themselves.

During all of this Damian had been thinking. Why were these criminals here? It was obviously not a "normal" school shooting. How long would it take the police to get here? Too long. Vigilantes? Couldn't count on them. Bruce? Away on a business trip. What would the casualties be if they waited until help arrived? Too high.

That left really only one choice.

This was such a bad idea, but it was the only one he had.

He sent out the text to his adopted brothers and ran to the door to somehow convince his teacher to let him out of the room.

Dick Grayson

Richard Grayson had been in class as well when the alarms went off, and it's fair to say that he was surprised. He had been chatting with the cute girl in the seat in front of him, and wasn't even paying attention to class (like all his brothers he should have been studying at a college level) when the alarm went off signaling that there had been a break in, and then the announcement went off and ended abruptly with a gunshot, which caused total chaos in the classroom. The girl he had been talking to, Tracy, started sobbing and clutched Dick's arm.

"What do we do?" she gasped frantically through her tears. "What do we do? We're all going to die!" Her voice was quickly turning into a frenzied squeal, and Dick worked to calm her down.

"Shh, it's okay. The police will come soon and take care of it. We'll be safe. No need to worry," he soothed. Of course, he didn't really believe that. He knew that given the abrupt cut off of the intercom, the office workers likely hadn't gotten a chance to notify the police, so it was safe to bet that they were only going to be notified now. It would take the police several minutes to respond, and "Batman" wouldn't be back from his business trip for another three days. Talk about bad timing. Even then, by the time the police got there there would likely already be casualties, and it wasn't even guaranteed the police could handle the break in, depending on the scale.

At that moment Tracy tore him from his thoughts by voicing his fears with a simple, whispered question.

"But what if it's not okay?" Dick was fully ready to calm her down again when his phone vibrated. Honestly a text at a time like this, who could it be?

He unlocked his phone and saw it was from… Damian? He was the last person ick expected to be making jokes about a break in, maybe Jason but not…

Oh.

It was a game plan.

He quickly read over the text and ran to the classroom door, suddenly glad that his teacher hadn't started barricading the door. Actually, she had fainted, and a few kids from his class were trying to block the entrance as best they could, but didn't really know how. That made it easier for him. But first he had to calm everyone down so absolute chaos didn't break out before he did what he needed to do.

Jason Todd

Being the perceived Badboy™ of the school wasn't easy nor was it fun. Every single punk was out for his throat and it made it all worse that he was Gotham's billionaire's adopted son. He was also expected to get into a lot of fights because, apparently, he got into fistfights in back alleys near the school on a daily basis, even though he never fought kids who hadn't done anything more than steal pop from vending machines. He reserved his skills for criminals and only used his fists when he ran out of ammo. They'd never even seen him fight, and they all expected him to because, hey, he seems like a punk who'd beat up people in back alleys and make his rich father bail him out of jail, right?

Well, okay, there was one time but it was totally Dick's fault. But did anyone treat Dick like a punk? No.

Also, the bad boy thing was a bit of a problem in a lockdown, trapped in a room with the equal mix of guys who hated you and wanted to rip your throat out even then, and girls who looked at you like you were going to save the day with all your bad boy charm.

Yeah, this was not fun.

Just as he was cursing his fickle luck, his text notification went off on his phone.

What now?

It was a text from Damian. "6 vans. 40+ attackers w/ guns. Get to history hallway on 2nd floor, take out any hostiles on the way. Need a better plan than I can txt, & need to get the people here safe. You know the police won't get here fast enough." After a second another text was sent out. "Also, Tim hack into the security cams."

Jason quickly turned to Tim, who just so happened to be in the same class as him, and nodded to him, seeing that he had also just read the text. Tim quickly dashed to the teacher's computer and began typing at a blinding pace.

Just then, as the class began to look confused along with scared at the to boys' calm demeanors- after all why wouldn't the two most pampered, sheltered boys in the room be scared out of their minds, they were a billionaire's adopted sons after all- the intercom sputtered to life.

"We have the school surrounded, so don't try to escape," a deep voice growled. "The police will be of no help- they won't be able rush in to save you all when we're holding an entire school hostage, will they?" This elicited screams of fear from the gathered students and teachers alike, and Jason thought he heard some shouts from neighboring classrooms. "However, if you all comply no one else will get hurt," the voice continued. "Just hand over the Wayne boys and everything will go smoothly. If not…" the voice trailed off and they heard a woman sobbing, and then a the loud report of a gunshot. The woman was not heard again. The voice returned for one more instant, and simply said, "Understand? You have three minutes. Hand them over," and the intercom broke into static again.

The classroom was silent for what felt like an eternity. No one moved. Then the biggest thug in the room stepped up and pointed at Jason.

"I-It's obvious what we've gotta d-do!" he stuttered out. "We give 'em up! What're a few rich jerks to a whole school?!" There were murmurs of approval from most of the class. Being not well liked, he could have expected this. But Tim… well, he was so quiet that nobody really knew him, so it was likely their animosity towards Jason was spreading to Tim. Either way, this wasn't a good situation.

"Hey Tim, are you in yet?"

"Sixty seconds."

"Okay." Jason turned back to the thug, what was his name… Nick? No… Nash, that's what it was. "Nash, everyone, think this through. If you do this-"

"Wha', I'll be a killer? Respons'ble for your death?" Nash cut him off with a nervous laugh. "I'd rather be that th'n dead!" Jason could tell there was no convincing him, or the rest of the room for that matter. Geez, talk about morals…

"Got it," Tim called.

"Oh, good," Jason went to the computer and leaned over Tim's shoulder. There were numerous hostiles within the school, and he quickly took in their positions. With the four of them, this would be doable. He was just about to resume talking to Nash when he felt cold metal on his throat. He heard Nash's voice in his ear.

"You and your brother are both gunna get out in the hallway or I'll do those dudes' jobs for them." Jason saw a few more guys approach him and Tim, and he didn't particularly want to get in a fight with these guys.

"Hey, hey no need to get violent. We were just about to go."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, and anyway why the hell do you rejects have knives in school?"

"Uhhh…"

"Whatever. Let me have it."

"No way! You're going to take it and then use it to stay in here. Why do you want it anyway?" Nash exclaimed. Jason sighed. He knew it was a long shot, but he wanted something to fight with. It made him more comfortable.

"Look. How about you walk both of us to the door, push us into the hallway, and then give us the knives? That make you happy?"

"Why are you so damn ready to die?"

"Do you want me and Tim out in the hallway or not? Just do it." Nash looked suspicious, but reluctantly replied, keeping his knife to Jason's throat as he led him to the door, Tim following behind, escorted by two of Nash's lackeys. Nash reached towards the door with shaking fingers and flung it open, pushing Jason and Tim out immediately. The hallway was eerily silent and barren, but there were far off echoes of heavy boots.

"Okay, now give us the knives."

Nash wavered at the door, panic thinly veiled on his face.

"N-no."

Nash Deas

"What?" There was a dangerous tone to Jason's voice.

"No. I'm not givin' ya the knives," he said more firmly. "We gunna need something do defend ourselves with, n' we 'nt givin' 'em ta somebody who's not gunna be able to use it anyway. Not against these dudes. I d'nt care how many kids you've beat up in back alleys or somethin', this the police couldn't even handle without losin' some." Nash said, actual concern glittering in his eyes, mixed with disbelief and the conventional hate he held for someone he viewed as a rival. "Only thing that's got even a chance at survivn' this is one o' them vigilante types." And he truly believed it. Sure, he'd said he was ready to give these rich kids up, but was he really? He didn't know what was real and what was an act anymore. But one thing he knew for sure was that no normal person could hope to get out of the situation these guys were putting themselves into, which branded them as either crazy brave, crazy stupid, or just plain crazy.

So why was it that these guys made him waver? Nash knew. A dark night one year ago, gunshots, a crazed villain, and a close shaved save by a vigilante saved his life, but not the lives of his buddies, who had acted much like these two were now, taking on more than they could possibly handle.

Because of this, Nash left the door open as he stood in the doorway, debating his actions.

Because of this, Jason and Tim failed to start moving immediately as they had originally planned, unbeknownst to Nash.

And because of this, when the ten intruders entered the hallway, instead of finding every door closed tight, they found an easy target in the open door to Nash, Jason, and Tim's classroom.

Okay I think that's it for chapter one!

What do you guys think? Please let me know. I really hope that you all enjoyed, and I hope I didn't get it too far off. I know that some things are totally different, like their ages and their relationships, and I didn't make Jason the crazy killer I heard he was is comics? Really? From what I've seen of batfam stuff, he's a nice guy, but of course that's fan interpretation. But I really hope I can get some feedback from my dear readers!

Lots of love!

~TheFullmetalSociopath