I'm finally on my 5th chapter. I hope you guys like this.

Dick POV

"I'm sorry, I think I miss heard you. I could have sworn you just said Deathstroke was your god father." I said still shocked.

"Um, I did. I mean, he isn't the best god father, but you know, he's okay." She said nervously.

"He's okay? He's the worst man to walk the earth, how is he okay?!" I asked, my teeth grounding together.

"Well, he was one of the few people to actually remember my birthday, so he isn't that bad." Tori reasoned, eating some of her pancake.

How am I supposed to respond to that? It was actually kind of sad that a murdering assassin was one of the few people to actually remember her birthday. Didn't this kid have any friends? Wait, never mind. It was stupid to think that a kid of Batman was social.

"Tt. I don't remember Wilson being present at our birthday." Damian said with his eyebrows furrowing together in confusion.

"He came to Janet's after our birthday, when I was sent back to her place. He said that he would have come earlier, but said you were a demon brat, and he hated you. Then he bought me these pajamas." Tori said gesturing to her cloths.

"Speaking of assassins, how did you get that intel on your gramps? We all tried getting info out of Ra's, and the only one who got some was B." Jason asked dully.

"First off, Ra's isn't my grandfather, and Talia is not my mother. And it started when Talia had dropped Damian off here. Ra's called me to come to his palace in Sadi Arabia two weeks after. I thought maybe an assassin had failed a mission, and he wanted me to clean up the mess. It wouldn't have been the first time he wanted me to finish something someone else started. But when I got there, he said that his family had disappointed him. He said that Talia had become too emotional with Damian, and left him with our… father. Ra's told me I would become his heir. At first, I didn't know what to think. I mean, when someone you always wanted to actually look at you tells you they want you, you would get excited, right?" Tori said sadly.

"Well, I thought about it, and realized becoming his heir wasn't something I wanted. I grabbed my things, and started to run out of there, but I figured out he wouldn't stop until he had an heir. It was a lot like Deathstroke. He wanted someone to take over everything he built, but found no one he wanted. At least Deathstroke figured out no one wanted to be his apprentice. Ra's will stop to no end until he gets an heir, and when his own daughter doesn't want to become heir, that's a bad sign. Anyways, I hacked into his computers, and found some plans. Then I came here to warn Damian, and well, you know the rest." Tori finished looking around.

"What plans?" Bruce asked. That was a good question. And why didn't she mention them earlier?

"Back up plans in case I declined, or something happened to me. All involve the entire league coming here to main cities in the US, and killing as many people as Ra's can get his hands on. There are a lot, and I'm not sure which one he's planning to use." Tori said grimacing.

"You couldn't have mentioned his plans to us before, why?" Damian asked with a scowl.

"I was going to show you guys last night, but then Bruce insisted I stay, and then he left. I have a flash drive with all of his plans, you guys can have it." Tori said taking a flash drive from her sleeve, and sliding it across the table towards Bruce.

"You kept Ra's plans in your sleeve this entire time?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"For all I know, Ra's could be sending ninjas after me. Why would I keep valuable info in my bag? Someone could have stolen it, or ransacked my room to find it, or-"

"We get it, you have Bat paranoia. You don't have to list all the things that could happen that will probably never happen." Jason interrupted Tori with an eye roll.

"I don't have paranoia. Have you tried to keep something from Ra's? It's not easy. When I was trying to fly back to the U.S I had to drop kick someone because Ra's paid him to try to kidnap me, and that was just the first thing I had to do. You don't even want to know what I had to do when I was actually on the plane." Tori retorted, glaring at Jason.

"Tt. Drop kick? That is disgustingly low." Damian said wrinkling his nose, and holding his head higher. Oh boy, did he forget what happened the way here?

"You're about to figure out how low it is. Because if you raise your nose at me again like your better than me, that's exactly what I'm going to do to you. Deal?" Tori asked, glaring at Damian with hate and malice.

Damian froze slightly, and brought his head down to where it was before, glaring at Tori with the same intensity. Did these two seriously just start a fight over a guy getting drop kicked?

"Knock it off. Now." Bruce ordered, leveling a glare on both of them.

Damian turned his head with a huff, and Tori's head dropped back to her food.

"I'm finished." Tori mumbled, taking her plate, and walking out of the dining room.

"Well, that was an interesting breakfast. I'm going out." Jason said, walking out of the room.

"Tt. I'm taking Titus out." Damian muttered before stalking away.

After Damian shut the door behind him, Bruce looked at me. "You guys were staring at Tori when I came in here. Why?" Bruce asked. He still remembered that, huh?

"She asked if Alfred always called us Master, and would call her Mistress. Jason told her yes, and she was just staring at her food, like she wish he wouldn't call her that. I've noticed that difference between Damian and Tori. Damian would rather kill himself than admit he was weaker than someone else. Tori looks like she expects that sometimes. I mean, when she sees us looking she keeps up an act, but when she thinks we're not there, she drops her head. Like she thinks she's not worth being here or something." I said frowning at her low self-esteem.

"Is there anything suggesting she would look down at herself besides Ra's and Talia?" Bruce asked looking grim.

"She did mention something about Jack, Janet's husband, not liking her. But that's all she said that I can think of. I'm pretty sure she didn't get along with him much. She seemed to mostly just like Janet." I said, my frown deepening. It was sad that a 10-year-old was actually looking down at herself, and it made me want to run up to her, and hug her. But considering the fact she has assassin training, and she repels physical touch just as much as Bruce, she would probably have a freak attack, and then stab me with a knife.

Bruce sighed, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "It was too much to ask for a kid with no problems, wasn't it?" Bruce asked.

"None of us would be here if we didn't have problems, Bruce. Besides, she'll help keep Damian in check. You can't deny she'll keep his ego down." I countered.

"That's what I'm afraid of." Bruce muttered before walking out of the room.

"And then there was one." I sighed.

Tori POV

Damian was a complete and utter jerk face. Why did he think he could turn his nose up at me? Anyone I would have taken it from, because they probably were better than me, but not from him. We were twins, and I've dealt with 10 times the stuff he has. I mean, those assassins that trained him were probably going easy on him so Talia wouldn't hurt him when she found out he was hurt. He was such a Mama's boy.

While I was mentally dissing Damian, I didn't realize that someone was in front of me, and ran into someone head first. Which did not feel good since everyone here was heavily muscled. Expect for Damian, he was average.

"Sorry. Wasn't paying attention." I mumbled.

"I can tell, kid. You seemed pretty mad. Let me guess, cussing out Damian in your mind?" Jason asked, staring down at me.

"Something like that. Where are you going anyways?" I asked curiously. He was dressed like he was ready to get into a gang fight, and had a helmet in his hand. Not his Red Hood helmet, but a normal motorcycle helmet.

"Somewhere. No where you really need to know about, kid." Jason said gruffly passing me.

"Okay." I said standing up, and walking towards the room me and Damian were sharing.

"Well, you're the first to just take that answer." Jason commented, turning his head to look over his shoulder.

"I'm not like other people. If you say I don't need to know about it, then I probably don't need to know about it." I said shrugging. He nodded, and started leaving again.

"Besides, I already know your going to be fighting somewhere. You can handle yourself enough to not get killed in the street fights." I said walking away with Jason muttering something like fucking bat.

He opened the door to get out , and a black big dog slipped into the room. The black blob of fur ran up to me, and tackled me down to the ground. I stared up at the beast, and his teeth were bared with a low growl. The next thing that happened, my face was being covered in dog slober.

"Down boy, down." I said giggling a little. I pushed him lightly on his chest, and he sat next to me with his tail wagging.

"Hey, boy. What's your name?" I wondered out loud. I grabbed the tag on his collar, and read it. Titus, if found please contact Bruce Wayne

"Damian got a dog, and he named him Titus. How am I not surprised?" I asked with an amused smirk. Secretly, I had always wanted a dog, but never got the chance to have one. Janet always said that dogs were annoying, and she hated them with a passion. Since I wasn't even supposed to be there in the first place, and because I didn't want to impose even more on he, I didn't even mention getting a dog.

"I'm surprised that Damian got a dog like you in the first place. Your so nice, and he's evil. Yet again he does get along with Dick, so I guess I'll never know." I said, continuing to talk to myself.

I stood up, and found that my head came up to his. Which made me feel small, and think he was huge at the same time. "Want to go outside, boy?" I asked petting his head.

His ears perked, and he ran towards the back door. "I'll take that as a 'yes'." I murmured, following Titus, and opening the doors in his way.

Bruce POV

I sighed as I completed another file for Wayne Enterprise. Everyone thought the job was easy, but once they found out how many papers and files needed to be looked over in an ordinary day, they would think other wise. I looked out the window, and felt the my lips quirk up. Tori was in the backyard running away from Titus, smiling. Titus had done a lot for Damian, and by the looks of it, would do the same for Tori.

I frowned slightly, thinking back to the conversation I had with Dick at breakfast. Dick couldn't have been wrong, because he was like an empathy. He could figure out what someone was feeling by just how they were acting. So, how was I going to deal with Tori's low self-esteem issue?

I had dealt with Jason's ADD, Dick's ADHD, and even Damian's murderous tendencies. So how was the problem of a child having a low self-esteem hard for me? I sighed again as Alfred walked into the room with a tray of tea.

"More troubling paper work, Master Bruce?" Alfred asked setting the tray on a table.

"And something else. Alfred, how would you deal with a child having low self-esteem?" I asked looking at the older man warily. If anyone knew the answer to that, it was Alfred.

"I'm assuming your referring to Mistress Christina?" Alfred asked setting tea next to me. I nodded, taking a small sip of tea from the cup.

"I'm not positively sure, Master Bruce. I would suggest finding out what would cause that sort of behavior in a young child, especially one treated so well. Then perhaps a talk would be in order. I assume you can do that simply enough." Alfred said tucking his tray under his arm.

"Yes, thank you, Alfred. I'll look into it, after I look at Ra's plans." I said nodding.

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