(A/N) To be honest I'm just updating this cause a friend responded with this when I asked what story to update. :-) Oh and yes, Jay will be randomly in this. I just wanted to add him in. It'll be from Dami's pov. So yeah. Here ya go. Enjoy.
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Damian Al Ghul;Wayne rolled his eyes sassily(I mean uh not sassily at all *nods frantically and mouths "SASS"*) He did not wish to be dragged into such a pathetic "display of family". It was absolutely humiliating that he was being forced against his will to participate in this ridiculous family dinner. It was supposedly his "welcome to the family" and all of his Father's wards would be there.

He wanted nothing to do with them.

They weren't his brothers, as Father kept calling them. They were Father's wards. They were not Bruce Wayne's sons, only he could claim that title.

Damian heard a knock on his door, and looked up from sitting on his bed staring at the wall(sulking) to see the butler standing at his now open door. The butler cleared his throat, and said in a voice that was kind but seemed to call for obedience, "Dinner will be served now, Master Damian. Master Bruce requests you to attend the main dining room at this time."

Damian nodded stiffly, still not wanting to do this. He stood, and followed the butler through the door and down the stairs, allowing the butler to lead him into the dining room, where he saw everyone else had already gathered.

At the head of the table was Father. Sitting to his right was the the one closest to Damian's own age, Tim Drake. On Drake's left was the street orphan, Jason Todd. Across from Jason was the eldest ward, Grayson. Damian sulkily stalked around the table to sit on Father's left, ignoring the chatter and introductions.

The butler, Pennyworth, re-entered the room with a silver tray. He say it down in the middle, and Damian wasn't entirely sure what it was. He stared at the strange food as Father put two of them on Damian's tray. Grayson grinned at him, and stated, "Alfred's cooking is the best."

Damian just scowled at his plate in response. He didn't know just what the food was, but he didn't want to ask Father in front of his wards. While Damian would never admit it aloud, it seemed as though Father liked his wards more than him. Damian hadn't seen Father smile and laugh like this once since he'd arrived.

Father suddenly inquired, "Have you ever had these, Damian?" Damian shook his head, still scowling at his plate. He DIDNT want to be here, with these impostors that had somehow won more of his Fathers love than him.

Father sighed at his small amount of response, and questioned, "Do you know what these are?" Damian responded with the same shake of his head.

He heard Todd say something sarcastic, but he instead focused on what Father was saying, besides, Grayson was defending Damian's honor for unknown reasons, so he didn't need to.

Father sent a "hush or you'll be in trouble later" look at Todd, and turned back to Damian. Father opened his mouth and said, "They're-" before being cut off by Grayson leaping into the table.

Damian watched with surprised eyes as Grayson sang out, "THEYRE CALIFORNIA ROLLS THEYRE UNDENIABLE(So I had this whole funny parody written out and it took an hour or two to write, buuutttt I may have misplaced it. If I find it I'll come back to here and replace this with it.)
-insert rest of California Rolls parody of "California Girls"-

Damian stared at the Fathers eldest ward with wide eyes. He watched as Grayson hopped off the table and grinned at him. Damian stared as Grayson pulled him into a conversation.

Soon, Damian, Drake, Todd, and Di-Grayson were laughing and talking with each other. Well, The closest Damian got to laughing was a little half smile Grayson got out of him, but still.

Damian decided that maybe having three older brothers wouldn't be so bad after all.

But that didn't mean they had to know he didn't mind their presence.

(A/N) Oh my gosh I forgot how much fun this was to write.