"Ugh," Dick grunted as he stood near the edge of the roof breathing out hard to get the stench out of his nose. He watched as the last squad car pulled away with the guys they had been tracking down for weeks. "This is why I hate going after guys with a headquarters underground. It takes me a week to get the sewer smell out of my nose." Not that far away the current Robin looked out on another part of the city, as usual he looked less than pleased at him having a human moment. "Why can't they set up shop in the back of a bakeshop or a Laundromat like the good old days?"

"Because the tactic was eventually discovered and they had to adapt," he said tiredly.

"At that tactic was around for decades," He reminded the kid. Not that he would call him kid to his face. Well maybe he would lately but before, yeah Damien was just as likely to take a swing at him. "It was just a matter of good old fashioned detective work to figure out where."

He crossed his arms, "Based on some of the 'detectives' I've seen in this city they must be extremely lucky because I wouldn't call them good."

"You know what they say, sometimes it's better to be lucky than good."

"That explains why you're still alive then." Dick glanced sideways at him. Just like he thought there was a small hint of a small on his face.

"I'll give you an A for effort on the dis," Dick told him. "But it was a pretty obvious opening. If you're going to be Robin you have to learn to be more unpredictable with the jokes."

"TT, I don't need lame humor to distract my opponents as I pummel then."

"Just because you're Bruce's kid doesn't mean you have to be Mini-me all the time. You can lighten up I've seen you do it."

Damien just looked at him in confusion, "Mini-me?"

"I gotta find a way to sneak that movie past Alfred," Dick mused. "But I got to show you the first one first," he continued, "because you have to see the first one before you see the second one. It won't make sense otherwise."

"You're not making any sense now," Damien shot back. "And why would you have to sneak anything past Pennyworth? It doesn't matter to him what I watch."

"Alfred has a very good sense of what's age appropriate," Dick explained. "He was pretty strict when it came to movie ratings when I was a kid. Even Bruce wouldn't dare cross him no matter how much I begged."

"Pennyworth is just a…"

Dick quickly cut him off, "You call him just a servant and I'm telling your dad you said that." Like he thought that shut him up. "Beside Alfred's more than that. He raised Bruce after his parents died, and me when Bruce took me in. He's pretty much the only thing I have in this world to a Grandfather."

"I'm sure he'll be glad to hear you say that," both of them looked back in surprise as Bruce came toward them. "I overheard what was going on over the police line. Since I was in town I thought I see if you needed a hand."

"Everything is taken care of B1," Dick said. "Bad guys are in Gordon's hands and we were able to tag the stolen merchandise to return to their owners after the courts are done." Outside of a slight node Bruce was as stoic as usual. Then Dick started smiling, "Of course if you're B1 I guess that makes me B2."

Bruce tried to glare him, "You sing, hmm or tap anything that sounds like the theme to Bananas in Pajama I will let Damien have five minutes to do whatever he wants to you."

In response Damien looked at him and flashed his most wicked grin, "I don't know what that is but please do it."

"I'm more worried about the fact that he knows what it is," Dick shot back. Looking past he youngest one's shoulder and at the street he said, "Gordon's still hanging around. I'll go see what he wants since this was our bust. Now don't go and do any father son bonding without me."

Left alone Bruce and Damien stood in silence. He could feel his Father's gaze on him as he looked out over the city. If they weren't in uniform he would have started a conversation, find out how he was and where he's been. Told him that he missed him and hug him. But they were in uniform and he expected everyone under him to act professional so he left those childish thought in the back of his mind. He didn't see Bruce's hand start to reach out but stop short of tussling his hair. Bruce was aware he wasn't fond of Dick doing that to him, especially out here in the field. Withdrawing the hand he stood beside him and asked, "What do you see?"

Damien wasn't sure what he wanted at first. Then he remembered one of the first thing Grayson tried to teach him about observing the city and looked out a little more closely. "The theaters just let out," he said after a moment. "Based on the Gotham bank clock and what I can see of the one station the midnight train is late. And it looks like a couple is trying to procreate on the rooftop over there.

Suddenly there was a gloved hand over his eyes and he heard Dick saying, "That's one way of putting it," as he tried to get him to look in another direction."

"My training included…", he started to protest.

"Just because it's included doesn't mean you have to watch," he said to cut off that argument. To Bruce he said, "Guess I missed that one, sorry."

"Do you think that want a family?", Damien asked suddenly. He looked away embarrassed as they stared at him. "Forget I said anything it's not important."

"It's alright if that business with Talia still bothers you," Bruce said. "It's perfectly understandable."

"It's alright Father," Damien said a little sullen as the memory washed over him again. "I've resigned myself to the fact you are the only real family I have left."

"Hey now, that's not true," Dick was at his side immediately putting an arm across his shoulder. "You and Bruce may be blood but you got me, Alfred, Tim, Barbara, Cass and Stephanie. You have this entire extended family and you don't even know it." Dick glanced back at Bruce and grinned, "I'd say we could even include Catwoman."

Damien stepped back and looked at both of them in confusion, "The thief?"

Bruce shot a look toward his eldest son, "It's complicated. But he's right. Your family does include more than just me. You just have to let them in." Damien stood there for a long time in silence. Then he shot out a line and swung out of there.

Watching him go Dick spoke up, "One hint of a happy bonding moment and he's out of here like a rabid pit bull is after him. He's so your kid it's not even funny."

"Did you have to mention Selina?", Bruce said trying to glare him again.

"A, I'm pretty much immune by now if you haven't figured it out," Dick told him. "And B, he's a smart kid. He's going to figure out she's practically his step mom sooner or later. Might as well lesson the blow now because I know how he's going to react once he finds out."

"That better not be an evil step mom," her voice almost purred as she came into view.

"Of course not, I mean a young hot step mom who willing to forgive the occasional bout of foot in mouth disease," and he flashed her his most charming grin. Bruce almost rolled his eyes behind his mask.

She studied him a bit as she leaned on Bruce, "Hmm, I might buy it if you were still dressed as Nightwing little bird. But I'm having a hard time processing that and the bat suit at the same time."

"You would not believe how often I get that," Dick shrugged. "I better go check on Damien. At least give him somebody to shout at while he works through it all before he comes across some poor unseuspecting mugger first."

After he swung off Salina watched him. "One's dressed like your first sidekick and is a miniature you and the other one dressed like you and acts like a Robin. And one that's trying make sure that mini doppelganger thing doesn't happen from what I've seen and heard." Looking up at him she smirked, "You have some interesting boy there Bruce. I'm not sure how you handle them."

He smiled with a bit of pride himself as he looked straight ahead, "I know. And I wouldn't trade any of them for anything in the world."