Hey Secrets! SO...don't kill me but I feel terrible for not writing. I had some writers block and between school and cosplay I have been swamped! But here is a chapter for you! Please r&r and lemme know if I'm just a boring writer.

Jason bit back a laugh as he let his eyes wonder over the green clad common room. Prefects bustled about as they showed the new students around and the ponce, as Damian had named him, took his seat in a throne like manner.

"They sure take themselves seriously for little ankle bitters." Remarked Jason.

Damian sat on the far side of a nearby couch, a bat-a-rang twirling loosely between his fingers. Dick gave Harry a small smile as Snape came strutting in, His robes billowing behind him. Jason smothered another laugh as Snape stopped in the middle of the room, all eyes on him. Raising an eyebrow he sneered at Jason.

"Something funny Mr. Hood?" The question came out as a silky warning not to answer however, Jason being Jason, opened his mouth.

" I was just admiring your enter sir. Your cloak move is almost on par with Bat's. However you need to work on your glare, really missing the murderous intent there Snappers. Oh how about some monolog as well? Bat's does that to. Maybe some 'I am the dungeon' kind of theme?"

Malfoy stiffled a grin as he watched Snape clench his jaw in anger. Inhaling sharply as he withdrew his wand.

"Accio Hood's mask!" Damian yelled out in protest as Jason's red mask flew into Snape's out stretched hand. Bat-a-rangs slipped into the teens hands as he leveled his aim. Jason let out a sharp laugh, his fingers running over his domino mask.

"Did you really think it was going to be that easy? I'm a god damn hero, so are my brothers. I f we wanted you to know we would have just ripped the shit off ourselves. Let me make this very clear to all you slimy snake bitches and wanna-be bats. Our identities are our own. We are not obligated to unveil our ID nor are we allowed by the Batman." The others nodded their heads in agreement.

Malfoy strutted his way over as he flicked a quill feather in Dick's face. His blonde hair shimmered in the fire as he poked his finger into Jason's chest.

"So you guys are being bitched by a guy in a big rubber bat suit? Some great life that sounds like. Bet daddy treats you no better than your mad men."

In a split the common room broke into mayhem. Damian reached out pulling Malfoy to his knees while pinning his arms behind him. Dick, even against his desire to see the prat harmed, pulled Jason's arm back as the pistol slipped into his hand. All eyes stared at the pair as Malfoy and Jason's eyes battled. Damian twisted Malfoy's arm further, a smirk coming to his lips.

"Seems to me that you are being bitched by, what was it, Muggles?"

Harry snorted softly at Malfoy's horrified look. A soft cough shook the room from its tension, Dumbledore eyeing the group warily.

"Mr. Robin I must insist that you remove yourself from Mr. Malfoy's body, as well as the weapon Mr. Hood. Now I know things are going to be hard for now but do try and get along with your house mates."

Dick sighed to himself, his hand gripping Jason firmer in a surrender grip. Jason frowned as he holstered his gun, His eyes still training Malfoy.

"Let the prick go Rob before Gandolf the Gay here zaps our asses."

Malfoy cried out as Damian flung him forward, his bleach blonde hair splattering the ground in an unfavorable mess. Dick raised a questioning eyebrow to Damian who merely shrugged.

"What? He didn't say how I had to let him go."

Dumbledore groaned to himself as he waved his hand, all the bats following behind him. The walk, to Dumbledore's pleasure, was uneventful. As the bats flocked into his office his gaze turned to Nightwing, hoping to get through to the most sane member of the clan.

"This will not stand Mr. Nightwing. I allowed you all into this castle to watch over your brother but you can not tramps over the other students."

Damian tsked as he crossed his legs, his fists clenched on his thighs and a deep scowl on his features. His masked eyes slimmed at Dumbledore in a heated glare.

"Well if your students weren't incompetent children with sticks we wouldn't need to defend him. Batman may be paranoid but do not underestimate us, this was not his idea but ours and I will be damned if I allow Phoenix to roam unguarded or unarmed in some crack pot's castle with unknown hoodlums around!"

Dumbledore's wand slipped into his hand, his face a fierce scowl. Silently Damian's mask flew from his eyes, Jason's hand quickly replacing the teens missing fabric. Phoenix jumped up, a birdarang between his fingers and his eyes blazing.

"Headmaster."

Dick glared at Dumbledore, his blue mask shrinking as his eyes narrowed.

"Surely Batman made it perfectly clear that unless we so wish it our identities are to remain unknown. The consequence of defying Bats is high and I assure had I been Batman still I would pull Phoenix from this school and beat the living shit out of you all before you or your wand waving cronies could say magic. Now unless you want me to relay what happened here tonight I highly suggest giving Robin back his mask and never attempt to perform that act again."

Reluctantly Dumbledore handed the mask to Dick, Jason spinning Damian around so he could reapply his mask. Phoenix watched stunned as Dumbledore reeled in his anger, the old man resuming a seat at his desk.

"How foolish."

All eyes whipped to Phoenix as his eyes glared daggers into Dumbledore's, his body shaking slightly. Damian lay a hand on his shoulder, a squeeze tempting him not to blow. Dumbledore scowled as he looked Phoenix over.

"What is foolish Mr. Phoenix?"

Phoenix rose from his seat and stepped in front of the desk, his hands clenching together as he attempted to gather his thoughts.

"You are nothing like they say. You aren't a great wizard who cares for the light nor are you anywhere near worthy of the praise others lay upon your name. You are senile old fool who thinks everyone should follow what he says just because he says it. You think everyone should think so highly of you just because you did a few good deeds. Batman can do half the things you have taken credit for and he doesn't even have magic. Picture the worlds shock to find that the great Albus Dumbledore is nothing more than a crazy, delusional, manipulating old coot with privacy issues and a bat problem."

Everyone sat stunned into silence. Never had Phoenix talked that much in one go, nor had he spoken to someone of authority with such hatred and disappointment. Phoenix turned to the door and locked his fist with Jason's jacket.

"My brothers and I are going to bed. This will be the final time I will hear of any of this and it is sure as hell the last time that you attempt to find us out. Understand headmaster?"

Dumbledore sighed in fain defeat as he nodded, his hand motioning them out of the door. The boys left in silence, the door softly clicking behind them. Dick clicked the com link in his ear, a hopeful look in his blues.

"Did you get that Bruce?"

The group waited, all hoping for the same answer they were sure was to come.

"Of course. Get some rest and be on the look out tomorrow morning. I have a little gift for you."

The boys all high fived as they strode back to the common room, each passing on ideas of just what the bat had in mind. One thought passed through all of their minds.

Tomorrow was going to be sweet.