Rojo was eating a couple of sour gummy worms as he watched the club dancing with life. His nook's battery had died and sadly he forgot the charger. So he had to find a new way to entertain himself until it was time to leave the club life.

Most normal people like to dance, drink, have a good time. Rojo liked to read and when that wasn't available he enjoyed eating sour gummy worms. Something it was it have him an upset stomach but that was normal for one who downs three bags of the sour gummies.

As he lifted up a red one it was snatched out of his hand. Reaching for his gun was stopped by a black hand. Looking up he saw the infamous Red Hood. Rolling his eyes Rojo went back to doing what he had been doing before.

"Not gonna say hello?" Red Hood urged.

Rojo shook his head before eating a green worm ignoring the other.

"Really? You know I could kill you and teach others about messing with me."

Chewing on another gummy Rojo just gave him a look. Red Hood sighed before pulling off his helmet to revile his domino mask. He looked angry about something and Rojo knew what that was. It was because Rojo had gotten mad at Jason Todd easier that month and had been refusing to acknowledge anything that had to do with him so tonight Red Hood had shown up at the night club.

"You're really going to stand there eating candy worn and ignoring the fact that I'm holding at gun to your back?"

Rojo leaned back against the gun daring him to pull the trigger. Jason growled at him and Rojo let out a huff of breath out of his nose to show that no he didn't care. Anyways they both knew that he couldn't pull the trigger because for the black sheep of the Bat family had gotten attached to Rojo and thought of him as a friend.

The reason said friend was so mad at him was that during a bust Rojo had happened to be there and Red Hood had joked that he was a good piece of meat which lead to the near selling of Rojo Malone. Shit, Jason had never seen someone so eerily enraged and the way he narrowed his eyes softly at Red Hood the anit-hero nearly chocked on his air.

After that the two hadn't been on talk terms.

Well, Jason was.

Rojo was perfectly fine giving him the silent treatment.

"Alright, alright, I'm so sorry that I said that and nearly made you a price on the market…" Jason nudged his shoulder. "Come on, say something."

"Jerk."

"THAT'S WHAT YOUR GONNA SAY AFTER THREE FREAKING WEEKS?!"

"Sorry."

"Thank you."

"Bastard."

"Really?" Jason sighed back off only to return a few minutes later. "So, wanna bail this place and go hang out? "

Rojo blinked his blue eyes at him before looking back out at the club. "Just for a little bit."

The next day Big Daddy got a call from his missing baby Rojo who he had been running around looking for and found out that not only was he perfectly fine but the two were on the other side of the world in England and if he could sent them money to go home.

When asked how they ended up there Rojo just said it was Jason's fault.

Rojo didn't talk to Jason for another three weeks and after that they ended up in south Asia.

"I'm so bored…" Dick sighed into his phone. "There's absolutely nothing to do…"

"Me too…" Freddie whined. "Everyone's doing something…"

"Yeah, and even Alfred is really busy."

"Hm," Freddie pouted. "What should we do?"

"I don't know." Dick looked around his room. "Nothing inside looks like fun… Hey, don't you guys out an pool on the top of the penthouse that's in a glass done that keeps everything out and is comfortable enough to swim in?"

"Yeah?"

"Is it clean?"

"Yeah?"

"Wanna fill it with light blue Jell-O and ask Match and Damian who's a better swimmer?"

"Yeah!"

An hour later Freddie was in awe as Dick showed up with people delivering boxes of the light blue Jell-O and had to asked where he had gotten it from. Dick had smiled brightly putting a finger to his lips to say it was a sealed secret.

They opened the boxes pouring them in and using the jets to mix it all. It only took a couple of hours to let it set. They added a small layer of water to make it look like it was still filled with water. When they had the ever two fighting little brothers together they asked.

Sure enough both of them changed into their swim suits to see. However it was Big Daddy who had noticed them and decided to join them. Freddie and Dick looked on in horror as Big Daddy jumped into the pool getting stuck instantly before popping out looking furious.

"Run!" Dick screamed.

"No kinddin'!" Freddie yelped.

Damian was smirking and Match was laughing his head off.

Bruce had been sitting in his office when Alvin came by looking for Tim. Bruce told him that Tim was in a meeting and wouldn't be done for another two hours. Hopping that the boy would do something normal like leave or at least sit down somewhere and wait.

Instead Alvin squeezed his way into his lap and curled up before closing his eyes and within a few minutes was taking a nap. Bruce sighed. What had his life come to that where he had to play Daddy Bat to a bunch of mob boss children? Life hated him.

An hour later Tim came into pausing before he joined into the nap time. Bruce would never admit but after that day he rather enjoyed the twins coming to him to take their naps. Match knew about it but that was only because happened to be there looking for Alvin.

Damian managed to pull a prank on Match.

It wasn't the best idea he could have had…

Tim took a bit out of his ice cream cone as he watched the near end of the movie he was watching. Alvin had fallen asleep half hour ago using his shoulder at his pillow. Tim looked at his brother for a few seconds before looking back at the movie still eating his ice cream. Alvin always ate his ice cream fast and Tim was always slow at eating it.

Alvin shifted more curling up closer shivering a bit. It was a bit cold that night and Alvin (Tim swore) refused to ware anything that had sleeves and shorts that went three inches above his knees. Jason had said a few times that Tim was the girl at the beach who wore a bathing suit what covered the boobs and had a skirt on it and Alvin was the girl who wore a bikini like it was nothing.

It was true. Tim liked dark colors and things that covered him. It made him feel safe. Alvin however hated to many clothes. For some reason it made him feel safe with the least of clothing. Most of Alvin's shirts or tops stopped at his ribs and the longest shorts Alvin owned where mid-thigh.

Tim supposed it was how it was how it had to be. Opposites they were but the at times just the same.

Pushing the last piece of the cone that was soft with the melted ice cream Tim curled up closer to Alvin until their heads where pressed together matching each other. Sighing Tim closed his eyes slowly relaxing until he had dozed off peacefully.

They slept for about five hours when the door slammed open making them both jump in confusion blinking and holding their arms up as the sun blinded them. Someone came walking angrily into the living room and to their shock it was Lil Match.

Lil Match was walking fast his face looked both furious, distressed and a little hurt as he breathed in shaky breathes that rattled with his anger. Alvin called out to him softly confused as the two of them stood up. When Match didn't answer they started to walk to him when he screamed out his voice laced with hate and fury.

"Big Daddy!" Match slammed the office doors open. "Daddy!"

The doors slammed shut leaving both of them wondering what was going on.

"What's wrong with Lil Match?" Alvin asked looking at him.

"I have no idea." Tim said moving swiftly to the door not making a sound leaning up against it listening in before frowning. "I don't hear anything."

"That's because they had it sound proofed it but can hear anything outside of them I don't know how it works but it's something like that." Alvin looked down sadly. "I wonder what made Lil Match so upset?"

Moving back to the couch Tim sat down sighing their hands holding each other. That was no automatic and they really noticed when they did it. They sat there waiting. Tim easily stayed still but Alvin was moving and sighing before he jumped up to push a button on the wall and a pole lowered donw before he jumped onto it spinning around.

"Well, that's new." Tim stated before standing up stretching. "I thought Big Daddy didn't like you pole dancing in the living room?"

"He changed his mind after I asked for one outside." Alvin grinned as he went upside down spinning. "It took a long of convincing . Come dance with me, Tim,"

"No thanks." Tim smiled a bit. "I had enough pole dancing in my life thanks."

"Your really good at it," Alvin smiled from where he was spinning sideways.

"Yes, let's not tell the others about that, alright?"

Slam!

They looked to see Lil Match stomping towards his room his face clearly torn between being pissed off and looking hurt. Alvin jumped off the pole easily following him. Tim got up to followed when a shadow came into the window.

"Robin." Tim said.

"Where's Match?" Robin inquired not looking at him.

"He's pretty upset right now." Tim folded his arms. "You wouldn't happen to know why would you?"

Robin looked away.

"Damian!"

"TIS NOT YOUR CONCERN DRAKE." Damian shouted throwing his arms out. "It was a stupid joke returned to him from the one he pulled on me!"

"What did you do?" Tim asked folding his arms.

Damian mumbled something before heading towards Match's room. Tim followed close behind but the end came rather quickly when they got there however because Damian went in but just as Tim tried to follow Damian shoved Alvin at him who yelped as they banged into each other and the door slammed.

"Ow…!" Alvin frowned. "He's so rough!"

"I know, but you get used to it." Tim sighed helping Alvin stand up right. "What did Match say?"

"Nothing…" Alvin looked at the door. "Do you think their okay in there?"

"I'm sure we'll know when we hear screaming." Tim whispered.

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