Ok, soooo nearly three weeks wow. . . sorry guys, life sucked hard this past month. Studying, exams, grad parties that I didn't want to go to and my job . . . sheesh, reality sure is annoying.

Anyway here's another chapter, hopefully I'll go steady for another three month or so.

Thanks sooo much for your awesome reviews while I was gone! I'm so happy to see you all enjoying it still. I hope this chapter gets you back in the mood for Cat Boys!

Motivation is Your Superpower!

P.s. Anyone read the new Super Sons comic out? I have to admit I am hooked. It's adorable!

A loud sigh echoed through the empty school library, except for the annoyed looking librarian in the front. Barbara Gordon was bored, again. She was tired, sore and annoyed at herself for losing so many times. Only to have to remind herself that Bruce had years of training on her. She only had ballet and some basic self defense.

Plus, she wasn't all to focused lately.

One: Her dad's condition wasn't improving at all.

Two: That Dick Grayson boy. And his trouble brother, Jason, if she remembered correctly.

She'd gotten interested in them after that fiasco on Friday. She hadn't seen Grayson since, but she did look him up. All the while telling herself she wasn't doing this to be a creepy stalker.

Dick Grayson, the circus freak. The acrobat with a natural gift that was cut short due to the tragic death of his parents. She looked back through old news paper articles back when the boy was big news. Selina Kyle had taken him in shortly after his parents death. The illustrious woman was top of the news scoops for the past eight years. Especially since she adopted four boys in that span of time. And each had just as tragic and, or, ambiguous a story as the last.

Dick Grayson. Jason Todd. Tim Drake. And Damian Ghul. That last one sounded very off to her for some reason. Who had a name like that anyway? But that was them.

Four boys. Four incredibly odd boys, only one came from a high society family.

Dick came from a tent. Jason came from an alley. And Damian came from an abusive home. The heck was up with this woman? She sure picked an interesting bunch to take in.

But, as curious as she was, Babs decided she might actually like Dick, for whatever reason. And she wanted to get to know him and maybe even be friends. It wasn't like she had much to do after school anyway. Except for training, and getting beaten black and blue while she was at it.

She bit her bottom lip in thought and poked a little at the bruise forming on her side. Damn, should have seen that kick coming.

"Sorry, where can I find a book on the French revolution?"

Barbara's ears picked up the voice and recognized it even before the owner made himself visible. Dick was in the library, speaking to the librarian with an easy smile on his face. His hair was tousled from the wind outside, his uniform white shirt was tucked in politely and his tie was straight pressed. You would never know where this guys actually came from if you just looked him.

He looked every bit the rich role he'd been tossed into. Damn it, he was gorgeous. She bit her lip harder and burrowed further in the arm chair she was sitting in. Her face felt oddly colored and she didn't like it. The last time she'd liked a boy was way back in middle school and he'd been a royal jerk. It wasn't like she was afraid of men. No, she was just much more guarded around them.

She wasn't afraid of dating either, or actually making an emotional connection. She was just more cautious about how quickly she did it.

But this boy-

"Oh. Hi Barbara. I didn't think anyone was here during lunch." He appeared suddenly and smiled at her.

The girl gasped and straightened suddenly and stared at him wordlessly. This boy just threw her guards right out the window and made her forget her inner hurting, especially with that smile.

"Barbara?"

"Huh? Oh, yah, hi D-Richard. Nice to see you today." Damn these formalities. She hated making thing awkward.

The boy seemed completely at ease though, "You too. Do you mind if I hang out here a bit?" He cast her a sparkling grin as he asked.

"No-go ahead."

He did. He sat, right across from her, in the paling blue armchair that seemed to set off his impossibly blue eyes as he opened his book and took out his notepaper and pencils.

She didn't mean to, but she stared in fascination. The minutes ticked away as she watched him read silently to himself, a slight wrinkle came between his brows as he furrowed them in concentration. His hair fell and flicked when ever he moved his head and she didn't know how many thoughts ran through her head just about touching it, or how soft it looked, or how it would look against her-

"Um, Barb? Are you ok?"

Shoot, he noticed! Crap, of course he'd notice. She covered her red face with her book quickly, "Yah, why do you ask?" She said simply, proud how level her voice was.

He raised a brow at her, "Your um, staring at me. Are you upset?" Realization seemed do dawn on his face as he slapped his forehead with his palm, "Shoot, of course you are! Look Barbara," He closed his book and looked at her earnestly, making her gap in confusion, "I'm really sorry about Jason, it wasn't, I mean he . . . he can be a little jerk sometimes but he's not all bad and-"

She laughed.

The boy looked at her in confusion. The pretty red haired girl just laughed at him, poor guy, here she was staring at him like a creep and he thought she was mad at him? Was this guy adorable or what?

"It's fine Richard, really, I'm not angry about that. Actually Jason seems kind of fun. Is he always like that or am I just lucky?" She smiled, her eyes twinkling mischievously at him. She swore he blushed lightly.

"Um, n-no, he's just . . . um, he's weird like that." Not that I'm much better. He didn't say that last part obviously.

It was true. He was a huge flirt. But for some reason he forgot how to flirt around this particular red head. He couldn't figure out why but his smooth cool exterior melted into a flustered and befuddled dork when he crossed her.

Dude, you so fell for her. That's what Jason would say. Lil' brat. Dick could hear him even when he wasn't here!

"Ok, you know, I actually did a little um, research on you."

Well that wasn't a creepy thing to say. Not at all Babs, way to go. Moron.

"You did what now?" Dick looked at her, surprise littering his pretty face.

Now she'd done it, he thinks your a stalker doofus!

"Um, Well ev-everyone has a story here so I found out yours. Your pretty popular for a circus clown." There goes any chance of being friends. Why does insensitivity have to be my armor?

He just blinked at her for a minute.

"Oh! Yah. That's fine, I don't mind, it makes sense I guess." He answered finally, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

She let out a small breath in relief. He didn't find her creepy, great!

"But, that's kind of unfair now isn't it," He looked at her from the side, his eye lashes veiling his eyes slightly as he gave her a disarming smile, "Now you know facts about me, but I don't even know your last name."

That she could do, "Gordon. Barbara Gordon. How's that Richard?" She gave him a smirk and leaned closer on her knees.

He tilted his head smoothly, "Call me Dick ok? I know I know," He laughed at her face, "Jason did the same thing. Just go with it ok."

She nodded and reached out her hand, "Nice to get to know you Dick."

He took it and just held it in his warmth, "Likewise Ms. Gordon."

They smiled at each other like dorks.

Yah, she could definitely like him.

"Hey guys I'm home!" Dick called out in the seemingly empty pent house as he slammed the door behind him and kicked his shoes off. That always pissed off Auntie Mave but for some reason he always forgot to pick them up. Jason just did it on purpose.

"Hello? Where is everyone?" He walked through the home looking for where his odd family could be hiding.

"Jason? Timmy? Damian!" Seriously, where were they. It was starting to weird him out. His older brother instincts he naturally developed were kicking in and usually when that happened his imagination would run away and freak him out.

Last night they'd told Tim and Damian what was up and both youngers were not happy about it. The social workers thing and Selina's falling business. Not the actual fact that now he and Jason were full criminal. They were some weirdly warped kids. Instead of lecturing them or whatever, they decided they wanted to help. And nobody was going to stop them. Jason agreed and Dick felt like he'd been stabbed. Dang, these kids were all incredibly loyal to their guardian.

Neither wanted her to suffer and they all unanimously agreed, Batman was a grade A ass. Dick sighed and ran his hand through his hair. Now he had three little brothers to worry about, plus Batman catching them and Barbara.

Gosh, he had no idea what to make of her. He liked her, a lot. Not only because she was pretty and, once you let your nerves go, really easy to talk to, she was also brilliant. Nerve rackingly so.

But he couldn't think right now. He had to find his missing brothers before Maven and Selina came home. A loud crash gave him a pretty good idea as to where they were.

The home dojo/gym/training room, whatever it was called. Selina had bought the buildings spare auditorium and made it into a private area for the boys to train or work out or whatever.

Dick practiced his acrobatics in there and took up Karate and taekwondo classes the second year he was with Selina. Just in case. Jason was already a power house fighter, he just needed to refine his natural brutality with actual training. The younger boy took up four different forms of self defense and weapons. His favorite weapons were blades.

Jason took up blade wielding shortly before Damian showed up, and when he found out the little snot actually liked swords and could fight with them, that set a good pace for their rivalry and practicing.

Tim was mostly a brainiac, but Jason for some reason refused to let the little guy go on without building himself physically too. So he made Tim take Karate and Jujitsu classes and spar with him as much as possible. He said it was so he wouldn't have to worry about picking up whatever was left of Tim if a bully messed with him.

In Jason's language, that just meant he cared. Tim understood that and ended up being a pretty formidable fighter. Although he never used his skills outside of practice or sparring.

Yet.

Dick ran a hand through his thick hair and pushed open the heavy set doors to their gym. Sure enough there they all were. Jason was sparring with Damian, both had one sword in their hand and the match looked like it was intense, Dick could tell by how fast and hard both were moving. That was normal, Damian and Jason had 'fake' fights by actually fighting. It would be really unnerving if Dick wasn't used to it already. His eyes scanned the big circular area and found Tim near the benches sitting on a blue mat, a laptop in front of him and at less fifty pieces of paper surrounding him.

Dick smiled at the massive contrast Tim's calm, thinking aura had to Jason's and Damian's fire and death auras.

Just like Tim. Dick walked over, casually avoiding the fighting brothers. He sat down across from the small framed boy and tilted his head in a smile.

"What's up Timmy?"

The smart boy didn't look up, he continued to tap away at his laptop, "Nothing. I'm just looking into some basics of electrics."

That was an odd thing to look into randomly, 'Why?"

"Because, I figured if we're going to do this whole thing, chances we run into 'trouble' is really high and, realistically, you can't really win anything by running away. We need something to help our edge." Tim explained all while reading something at the same time.

Dick let out a lout sigh, "Tim. We didn't decided for sure-"

"Yes we did. YOU gave in remember, and don't think just because your older you can somehow forget your surrender." The way he said that was colder than a twelve year old should know how to be.

Dick sighed again, "Its just-"

"Forget it Dickie," Jason interjected while dodging a swipe from Damian, "You know how Timbo gets when he's made up his mind- hey!" He countered his younger brothers sword swiftly and backed him up, "Watch your form pipsqueak."

Damian scoffed, "Watch your own. If I was your teacher I'd cry because of how horribly you carry yourself." He twisted away fro the glowering ex-street kid, "Not fit to wield a sword."

Jason snapped and fell in a duck, rolled forward and kicked the smaller boy straight in the gut, sending him rolling across the mat.

"Jason!"

"What!" Jason shrugged and blew his bangs out of his eyes, "He was getting on my nerves."

Dick glared, "SO what? You don't cheat like that and- aw forget it. Damian are you ok?" He skipped towards the coughing boy and tried to help him up.

The small ninja refused to be coddled, he always refused to be coddled, "Let go. I'm fine Grayson, stop it!" Although, his refusing's usually fell on deaf ears.

"Here let me check," Dick pulled the boy closer while Jason snorted behind, Tim was watching with unhidden amusement on his face which all made Damian color and snap at the oldest boy.

"I said stop it. Let me go while you still have your fingers intact." He seethed in a deadly tone.

Dick let him go with a hurt face, of all the boys that he worried about, Damian caused him the most concern. True the little boy was less prime and formal speaking then he was a few years ago, but sometimes the 'leader of the assassins creed' upbringing would come out if he was pushed into extreme anger or uncomfortableness.

"Yah Dick, give the little highness some space. He will not be babied." Jason smirked at Damian's livid look.

Tim's face was suddenly split by a gleaming mischievous grin, "Considering his upbringing you'd think he'd like the attention."

Both boys started laughing at nothing, just the fact that Damian looked like he wanted to kill them was enough to rile both up into fits of giggles. Jason's favorite pass time was to troll everybody. Tim's was to join Jason when he trolled Damian. Dick huffed as he placed a hand on the ex-assassins shoulder.

"Forget them Dami, guys I just want you all to know-"

"Boooooys!"

All four perked up, anger, teasing, and stress forgotten. Selina was calling them upstairs and they all decided that was most important right now. Jason and Damian dropped their swords, Tim put down his computer and Dick followed them all as they raced up the stairs in a loud and messy clamor, scaring tenants and janitors alike.

Selina smiled to herself as she heard he famillier stampede come toward the door. It had been a really long day and she just wanted a nice cup of coffee, her boys, and some cats. Nothing too extravegent, just something to relax with.

She chuckled lightly as she heard Jason curse at Dick for puching him, Damain threateing Tim, and Tim snapping back with a sarcastic remark and Dick telling them all to shut up. Yes, that was exactly what she needed after a long hard day, she peeled off her heels just as Maven squeaked and threw open the door for all four boys to fall in still arguing.

"Hello kittens, did you all have a good day?" Selina gave them a genuine smile as they straightned up and answered.

"It was decent," Tim smiled politly, "I got a few A's today, nothing too big, Mr. Langly says I should be in a higher grade than I am but he wants to discuss it with you first." Tim casually handed her a parent/teacher conference note.

Selina sighed and took it, "All right then. Maven, Friday, make a note of it please."

"Done. Good work Tim." Maven cooed earning an eye roll from Jason and a proud smile from Tim.

"Big deal," Jason said dully.

His guardian turned to him now, "And you? How was your day? Any fights." She said picking her nails as if it didn't matter if he got into any fights or not. It made Jason fell less guarded and more likely to talk. She'd learned that a while ago.

He shrugged, "Nah, not today. Just got one detentions slip for-"

"Really Jason?" Maven sighed and pinched the bright of her nose, "If you keep doing that we won't be able to keep up the excuses anymore. You'll be kicked out."

Jason narrowed his eyes, "I don't really care Maven, besides, the teacher deserved it."

Dick squeaked next to him and Damian tried to hide a smirk, Tim just watched expressionlessly, you'd think everyone would be as used to Jason as he was by now.

Selina placed a hand on his head with a small smile, "I'm sure he did. We'll talk about it later, "She kissed his forehead, relishing in the fact that he didn't stiffen as much as he used to.

"So . . . I'm off the hook?" Jason whispered to her.

She hummed in amusement, 'Nope. No dessert for a week."

Jason paled and bowed his head. Taking away his dessert was like taking away his air for some reason. But it had to be done. Even though she really didn't care much for those self-righteous schools and their rules. But she was the adult here, had to set an example, kinda.

Dick sighed next to her, grabbing her attention, "You ok Kitten?" She looked towards her acrobatic charge. Now that she really had a minute to look at him he seemed really droopy, maybe a little tensed and tired. Hum, there was something to talk about here. Later though.

"Yah. Thanks, how was your day?" He deflected smoothly. Selina smiled, she'd taught him how to do that and the boy didn't even realize he was doing it.

She gave him a quick hug, "I'll tell you later, go take a nap."

Surprisingly, the usually hyper teen complied and headed towards his room. She almost missed the side glances shared between the other three. Now she turned her attention to Damian.

"How about you Dami? Any problems with anyone today."

Maven came back into the room just then and raised a questioning eye brow at the suddenly sullen boy. He did not meet anyone's eyes but stubbornly stared at the ground.

Selina smiled, "Come on, you can help me make dinner tonight." She stretched a hand out towards him.

Damian casually took it and let her take him to the kitchen, which somehow ended up being their space whenever Damian didn't want to talk in front of the other boys.

Maven sighed and turned to Jason and Tim, both boys had suddenly disappeared. Oh, why did she even bother.

She stormed off towards her own room to set up the next months work schedule for her boss.

"Cut it out Dickface!" Jason roared as he jumped off the couch like a wild animal and landed on the circus clown, both went tumbling and fighting and yelling at each other.

Dick had asked for it honestly, he should know better by now than to needle Jason after a long day in detention. But then Dick wasn't really one to catch onto hostile cues. Or maybe he just didn't care.

Tim rolled his eyes from his casual perch in a comfortable arm chair, a book nearly as big as him in his lap, "You both make me embarrassed to be a male." he said, calmly turning a page.

"Shut-" Jason snapped between the scuffle he was in, "The hell- up Tim!" Dick smacked him hard. Jason cursed loudly and punched the older boy directly in the chest. Dick went down in an over dramatic scream of demise and fell back onto the floor faking a very convincing convulse of death.

Jason glared angrily, urges to kill this boy were strong, "Leave me alone you freak!"

"Ja-son-" Dick coughed violently, "How co-"Cough, "Could you do this?" He reached towards the young terror longingly, "After all we've been through, you-you betray me . . ." He trailed off and fell silent, death, apparently, overtaking him.

Tim snorted loudly and watched as Damian and Selina walked in at the exact moment Dick finished his spectacular death.

Damien's observant eyes noticed the anger in Jason's face melt ever so slightly as the fourteen year old tried not to laugh at Dick's sheer stupidity.

Selina sighed, "Come on boy, not tonight. Just be good, eat dinner, do your homework and go to bed ok." She said quickly, that's when Jason and Tim noticed her outfit. The stunning woman was dressed in a very, very, tight black dress that reveled all but nothing at the same time, her lips were painted blood red and she was wearing her good jewelry.

Tim put his book down, this outfit could only mean-

"You going on a date or something?" Jason spoke up first, his anger well under control now, Dick still lay motionlessly on the ground at his feet though.

Selina sighed again, she'd been doing that a lot lately, Tim didn't like it, "Or something. Look boys, I have some things to take care of and a nice interested party is going to help me take care of it so if you could-"

The door bell rang, cutting her off, all the boys, except Dick, he was staying true to his dead man part, looked at her. Selina's sapphires widened in actual unexpected surprise and confusion.

"Um, hold that thought gentleman." She patted her elegant bun absently and walked towards the door, forgetting she didn't have on her heels yet.

Tim climbed down the chair and gave Damian, who'd been sullenly silent, a questioning look. The little would be ninja refused to answer. Typical. But he looked upset, Tim noticed that, what was going on?

Jason seemed to have the same thought pattern, but obviously more rapid and unrefined than Tim's, all three boys turned to look at who could possibly be at the door.

"Oh! Bruce, how-how did you-I thought we were meeting at the restaurant." Selina's smooth voice drifted to them, a slight octave higher than normal.

A deep smooth laugh drifted after, "I know, but Alfred wouldn't let me. He's old fashioned like this." A baritone voice reached all the boys, raising hairs.

Even Dick looked now.

A tall, handsome, well build man in a casually expensive, pressed dark blue suit walked into their living space.

The different levels of tense would have killed if it was a physical thing.

"Um, boys, this is Mr. Wayne." She said a little strained as she smiled big for the show.

Tim straightened, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head. Bruce Wayne! The Bruce Wayne, he heard of this man, he'd read of this man, he even met him once when he was like six, but to see him here in front of him, in the flesh, six years later! The boy didn't know what to think. The man was legendary in so many ways, some good and some bad, but that didn't bother Tim, all he knew was that this man was capable of incredible things. And Tim wanted to know exactly what kind of things.

The man smiled at all of them, Tim bit his cheek, that looked performed too. Interesting.

"Hello gentlemen, Selina told me she had four young men in her custody but she didn't tell me nearly enough." He said pleasantly, "I am pleasantly surprised.

Jason scoffed rudely next to Tim. The younger boys brain kicked into over drive. Oh no, that means Jason doesn't approve! That means Jason will say something outrageous and probably true! That means-

"Who the H-"

"Nice to meet you Mr. Wayne!" Tim cut in quickly, noticing Selina's slightly relieved look, "It's on honor really."

The little boy stretched out a straight hand, his eyes taking in everything at once. Jason looked pissed. Dick was still on the floor, his eyes open, watching the man with no readable expression on his face. That could be. . . bad. And Damian . . . the little boy hadn't taken his eyes off the older male at all. That could also be bad.

Bruce looked pleased though, so that was good, "Nice to meet you too young Mr-"

"Drake, Timothy Drake." Tim finished politely shaking hands with the man.

"Pleasures all mine. And you are-"

Selina coughed lightly when the man looked down at the stretched out teen who was watching him from there.

"Dick Grayson."

"Dick, stand up." Selina snapped quickly, covering up her laughter with firmness as the man looked confused at the teen.

Dick stood up, "Dick Grayson sir." He said slowly, running a hand through his hair, "If you don't mind, I want to know what your doing here."

Whoop, there it was. Selina knew that was coming. Four sets of eyes regarded the rich man suspiciously now, some more obviously than others. She had to smooth this over or her well meaning boys would ruin all their lives, "Mr. Wayne and I are going out for the evening boy. Bruce, this is Jason and that's Damian, they don't like strangers much. Now, be good and I'll see you soon!"

She tugged on the mans arm successfully pulling him towards the door. He stumbled through some protests that were cut off when she quickly closed the door.

Four boys stood there. Four young men looked at each other. Selina, their Selina, just flew out with some random rich man that looked waaaay more than just a rich stiff. They could feel it.

Tim found it interesting.

Dick found it suspicious.,

Jason was jealous.

And Damian . . . was confused.

Jason sat in his room, on his bed, throwing a baseball in the air as he leaned against his cream colored walls. It was now twelve o clock midnight. Selina still hadn't come back, he didn't like it. It bothered him, something about that man bothered him.

Jason was good at reading threats, he needed to be to survive on the streets, but the problem was he couldn't read anything off that guy. Nothing, no hostility, no ease, no . . . nothing. Like he was a robot going through motions. Jason couldn't figure it out and he didn't like when he couldn't figure something out.

He'd decided to wait until she came home. He would confront her. Selina didn't usually date, she flirted, she teased, but she didn't date. Jason suspected with mild disgust, that was because she had a thing for the bat freak that haunted Gotham at night.

So why did she suddenly decide to go out with this guy?

Jason didn't like it.

He tossed the baseball higher, his movements harder as the intensity of his thoughts picked up. He really wanted her to come home. Why wasn't she home already? She couldn't be having that much fun.

A sick twist in his gut made him think otherwise.

Selina's laugh tinkled down the hall as Bruce helped her out of the elevator. His laugh mixed with hers as they made their way to her door.

"Oh, I can't remember the last time I'd had so much fun, "Not since she'd stopped Catwoman, "Thanks Bruce, I really needed that, "Just like I need your money, "We should do this again sometime." She smiled coyly as she looked up at him through her thick lashes.

The man actually smirked. Selina would deny it, but that sudden little quirk that seemed oddly out of place on his usually refined face made her heart actually flutter for a moment.

"We should. I look forward to it Selina." He carefully let her waist go, "I really do."

Just what she wanted to hear. You've set the bait, caught the fish, now reel him in slowly.

She tipped over slightly and placed a soft kiss right on the corner of his lips, just barley, "Me too. Good night Mr. Wayne." She said, her voice dripping with a sultry note.

"Mm, Good night Ms. Kyle."

The beautiful woman gave him one last smile before slowly closing the door. She waited for a minute in the dark, listening to his footsteps going down toward the elevator.

A smile stretched across her face. She got her man. Her plan was working, now all she had to do was set up a scene that would make him aware of her struggle without her actually telling him. Then he'd help wholeheartedly and she could keep her pride intact. Perfect.

Isis meowed against her leg, startling her out of her thoughts, "Oh, hello baby, miss me?" She scratched the black feline on his neck, "Let's see if those boys are ok too." She didn't miss the hostility and suspicion coming from Jason and Dick. Timmy seemed more open, because he was in better control of his emotions. And Damian looked confused which confused her. What could confuse the little guy. She'd have to ask him.

Her eyes caught a dim light coming from Jason's room. His door was slightly open. She sighed, pulling out her bun and kicking off her heels as she made her way towards the rebellious young man.

Slowly pushing open the door, Selina looked inside to find the boy curled against the wall uncomfortably, huddled in a red hoodie, baseball resting on his stomach.

She walked in easily without noise, unlike Tm's and Dicks room, Jason's was impeccably organized and spotless, not even Damian kept his things this orderly. That was the one thing Maven couldn't complain about the ex-street kid, he loved to keep things clean.

Selina picked up the baseball and placed it on his dresser before carefully adjusting the boys body down on his bed.

Jason mumble intelligibly when she shifted him, he blinked blearily up at her, his mind still half asleep, "Slina" He muttered thickly, "Came home s'late."

She smiled and pulled the blanket up, "We'll talk in the morning." She placed a small kiss on his forehead and brushed the unruly lock away, "I promise tiger."

The only response she got was a soft snore.

Hah, I had a bunch of fun with this one! Hope you guys had fun reading it!

Normally I'd answer your reviews here but since I am a lazy dork I will start doing that again in the next chapter.

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