Before he had kids running around his house, Bruce Wayne was a lady's man. From the time he was eighteen, he was rarely seen in public without a pretty girl on his arm.

But what was more impressive was his self-proclaimed superpower of being able to spot gold-diggers and scam artists from five miles away. He'd considered it his most valued skill for quite some time.

He couldn't afford for one of these women to show up months later with a child. So he was careful. But apparently, he hadn't been careful enough.


The backyard of Wayne Manor was buzzing with joyous energy. It was a rare sunny summer day in Gotham, and the Wayne boys were engaged in a Nerf gun war.

Tim pressed his back to a tree and scanned the yard. His brothers were nowhere to be seen, but he knew they were around somewhere.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a head of black hair duck behind the gazebo. It was too fast to be Jason, plus he would've just charged. Tim smirked as he made his advance to where Dick was hiding.

As soon as he'd made it within range, Dick was up and shooting wildly. Tim screamed and ran back towards the trees. They would provide adequate cover while he came up with a new plan. "Banzai!" Jason yelled, throwing himself from the tree he'd been perched in and landing with a tuck and roll.

Tim was taking fire from both sides now. His only chance to retreat to the safety of the garden shed. The door would be locked, but there was a loose board that only he would be small enough to squeeze through.

He was so close, but of course, his ammo belt chose this exact moment to come loose and wrap around his feet. He flipped over as his brothers aimed their weapons at him, grinning gleefully.

"Told ya sabotaging his belt would work." Jason gloated. "Ready to surrender?" Dick smirked. "Never." Tim resisted. "You're surrounded with no chance of escape. I thought you were smarter than that Timmy?" Jason taunted.

"I am." The youngest boy gained as his brothers found themselves being pelted with foam bullets from behind. Dick and Jay fell to the grass, dropping their weapons. When the assault ended, they looked up to see their father, wielding a Nerf gun of his own and laughing.

"We win!" Tim cheered, leaping into Bruce's arms only to be hoisted to his shoulders. "No fair. He didn't say he was playing." Jason pouted. "All's fair in love and war, Bluejay." Bruce smiled as he pulled his two older boys to his sides. "Nice fake-out Timmy." Dick grinned up at his little brother, who was beaming with pride.

"Master Bruce." They all heard Alfred call from the back doors. "You have a visitor." "You three go wash up for lunch." He smiled at the boys as he lowered Tim from his shoulders, and they all ran off.

III

"Sorry to keep you-"Bruce stopped short as he entered the foyer.

In front of him stood the definition of traditional beauty. Her brown locks curled around her shoulders when she turned around. Her stiletto heels clicked on the tile in quick snaps that drew attention. Her top reviled just enough cleavage for Bruce to have to remind himself where her eyes were.

"Hello Beloved." She smiled seductively. "What do you want Talia?" Bruce deadpanned. He had little patience for Talia anymore. "Good to see you too." She sighed. "I don't have much time. The League of Assasins has fallen, and my father is dead."

"Ra's?" Bruce asked, raising an eyebrow. "How many fathers did I have?" Talia snapped. "I'm sorry." Bruce apologized. An irritated Talia was the last thing he needed. "He wouldn't want me to morn, and I didn't come for your pity." Talia made a small motion in the direction of the door, and a black-haired boy stepped out of the shadows. He stood beside Talia like a soldier at ease.

"This is Damian. Our son." Talia announced, and Bruce stared at her. "That's not possible." He insisted. "Surely you remember our night together, Beloved." Talia crooned, closing the space between them.

Bruce thought back for a moment. He remembered Talia pouring him a drink, taking a sip, and… nothing.

"Well, even if you don't remember the night of his conception, I assure you he is yours." Talia said dismissively. Bruce gazed at the boy. While his tanned skin came from his mother, and his green eyes bore a striking resemblance to Ra's' he was the spitting ting image of Bruce as a child.

"He needs to stay here where it is safe while I rebuild his inheritance." As she spoke, Talia seemed to be looking past him. Bruce glanced over his shoulder and saw his boys peaking from behind a corner. "I see you've kept the urchins." She scoffed. "Let's hope they don't corrupt him. I hope to be gone no longer than a week." And with that, Talia marched out the door.

"You can come out boys." Bruce sighed. Alfred followed the boys from their hiding spot, although Bruce wasn't surprised by that. The old butler had always kept a close eye on any lady that came to the manor to see Bruce.

"How much of that did you hear?" He asked the boys. "Why does she call you 'Beloved'?" Jason grinned smuggly. "Because they had sex you imbecile. Or has my father neglected to educate you on that topic?" Damian said, rolling his eyes. Jason went red, and for the first time in his life, he had no clever comeback.

Bruce decided to make introductions before Damian made anyone else uncomfortable. "Damian, this is-"

"I know who they are." The boy said shortly. "I believe in going into a situation prepared." Tim shuffled closer to his Daddy, not liking how this stranger already seemed to know so much about him. Alfred broke the tension this time and suggested they all sit down to lunch.


Five minutes into the meal, it was clear that Damian was… not normal, to say the least.

After two questions, (Dick asked how old he was, and Jason asked if he liked video games, to which Damian responded he was '7 years, 10 months, 1 week, 5 days, 16 hours, 11 minutes, and 13.2 seconds old and only liked games with sharp blades and decapitation), everyone opted to eat in silence.

Once Damian was finished eating, Alfred offered to show him to his room, much to everyone else's relief. "What is the matter with him?!" Jason demanded as soon as they were out of earshot. "He's absolutely psychotic!"

"And don't say he'll only be here for a few days." Dick said accusingly. "Every time you say that, I get a new brother."

"I don't want a creepy little brother." Tim frowned. "Boys like it or not, he is your brother." Bruce sighed as he pushed his plate away. "His mother will be back for him as soon as she can."

III

Damian grimaced at the four walls that would make up his room for the foreseeable future. He didn't understand why his mother had left him here. Even if she did not want him around while she rebuilt the Leauge of Assasins, she could have easily left him at one of their safe houses to fend for himself. But no, he was stuck here.

He supposed it would be best to get acquainted with his father, and Pennyworth seemed tolerable, but those boys his father had taken in and called his sons, they would have to be dealt with.

III

Damian only came out of his room that night at dinner and went right back up afterward, not that anyone minded. They hoped that a good night's rest would have Damian in a better, more friendly mood in the morning. Of course, they had no such luck.

Bruce found Alfred and the boys staring out the back window when he came into the kitchen the next morning. "What's so interesting?" He asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee. When no one answered, he came over to the window to she for himself.

They were watching Damian, who was running around the side garden attacking the shrubbery. "He's been at it since daybreak sir." Alfred informed him as Damian whacked the head off of a topiary giraffe. Bruce shooed the boys away from the window and stood there with Alfred. This was going to be a long week.


Dick, Jason, and Tim ran into the Batcave ready to spar but stopped abruptly when they saw someone had already beaten them down. "What do you think you're doing?" Dick asked a bit forcefully as he pulled Damian away from the Batcomputer.

"Relax Grayson, I'm simply reading old case files." Damian explained as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "How did you even get down here?" Jason demanded. "Oh please. If you fools can continually find your way down, I, of course, would have no problem doing the same."

"Well, we have permission." Tim informed him. "Last I checked, Daddy didn't extend the same to you."

"Oh, but there's a difference Drake." Damian smirked, getting up from his chair. "I am blood." The older boys all glared at him as he strode towards the exit. "I'd be careful if I were you." He warned. "Your days in this cave are numbered."

III

Damian hadn't just been reading case files in the cave. He had been doing research. He'd been combing through the computer's comprehensive database to find out everything he could on his targets. If he wanted to take them down, he needed to know their weaknesses. And two days later, he had all he needed to carry out his plans.

III

Tim was torn between intrigue and fear when Damian knocked on his bedroom door. "W-w-what do you want?" He asked, cursing his nervous stutter. "I've been thinking it over Dra- Timothy and decided it best we not fight. Truce?" Damian stuck out his hand to shake, and Tim took it, albeit cautiously.

Damian looked around the room. Apart from the books piled up on the bedside table and desk, the room was meticulously clean. "Aren't you a bit old for stuffed toys?" Damian smirked, tossing the stuffed monkey on Tim's bed to him. Tim didn't answer.

Damian pulled out a candy bar and offered Tim a piece. Tim took it and popped it into his mouth. "This is pretty good. What is it?" Tim asked around chews. "It won't matter to you much longer." Damian assured him.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Tim tipped over in his seat. Damian caught him, tied him up, and shoved the older boy into his closet. He wasn't dead yet, but the mild tranquilizer would keep his victim out of the way until the other threats were neutralized.

Todd was next and decidedly harder. While he did begrudgingly allow Damian into his room, he refused to make small talk or eat Damian's candy. Damian decided it was time for plan B.

Jason only turned his back for a second, but it was all Damian needed to pick up one of the few books in the room and clock it over Todd's skull. It wouldn't last as long as an antistatic, but it would have to do. He tied Todd up and forced him into his closet. Once he made sure his victim was still breathing, Damian left to find his final target.

Grayson wasn't in his room, but after a bit of deductive reasoning, Damian found him in the Cave flipping across the bars of the acrobatics equipment. This was less than ideal. There was nowhere to hide the body down here. Still, he'd make do.

Damian watched for a moment. Grayson flew through the air so gracefully he almost felt bad that he had to eliminate him. Almost. "That was rather impressive." Damian smiled sweetly as Grayson descended. "I could teach you if you want." He offered. "I'll pass." The younger boy deadpanned and strolled over to the cases where everyone's uniforms were displayed.

"Was this yours?" Damian asked, smugly pointing to the first Robin costume. "Yeah…" Dick sighed, scratching the back of his neck. He was so glad he had had the sense to add pants to his new suit. Damian chuckled, to which Dick rose a brow. "What's so funny?" He asked, leaning against the railing bar.

"Just the fact that this with be your legacy." With those words, Damian whipped around and shoved the vigilante over the side of the loft. If not for his superior acrobatics, Dick surely would have broken his neck. He landed on his feet, and Damian dived after him. Dick pulled out his escrima sticks and barely blocked the oncoming attack.

He didn't want to hurt the kid, but he wouldn't have much of a choice if he kept swing like that. "You don't have to do this Dami-"

"Silence Grayson!" Damian spat, faking left then dashing to another angle. "Then you leave me no choice." Dick warned. In an instant, he had volted himself over the younger boy's head, and while Damian was looking at where he would land, Dick flung one of the charged batons, nailing him in the chest.

Damian was only down for a second, but it was all Dick needed to kick away the boy's sword and pin him underfoot. "Release me or suffer!" Damian roared. Before Dick could even think of a response, he spotted Bruce coming down to the Cave to prepare for patrol.

"What's going on here?" He asked, taking in the scene. Dick explained the attack, and after a sharp glair from their father, Damian grudgingly reviled his other "brothers'" fates.


Damian scowled as he released Drake from his binding. The boy was blubbering like an infant. At least Todd had had some murderous rage in his eye at his release. It wasn't as if either of them were hurt, yet everyone was still mad at him for some reason.

"Damian go to your room and stay there. I'll be in to deal with you in a moment." Bruce ordered, although Damian found it hard to fear punishment while his father was cradling a nine-year-old.

Dick opted to soothe Jason's rage, but it was soon apparent that he wanted to brood. Getting his ass kicked by a seven-year-old was not boosting his ego. He left his younger brother to sulk and decided to check on Damian.

Dick knocked and slipped into the room. Damian shot Dick a glare that could rival Batman's from where he sat in the middle of his bed. "You ok Dami?" Dick asked, daring to move closer.

"It's Damian." The boy snarled and turned away. "This is all her fault." He muttered. "If she'd left me here with only my father, or even him and Pennyworth, it would have been fine. But no, she left me here knowing Father was harboring you insufferable fools."

"Look," Dick started, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I know you didn't get a say in any of this, but that doesn't matter now. What matters is that you have a family. Sure, you haven't made a great first, second, or third impression, but we're your big brothers, and we love you. Or at least Tim and Jason will once they get over this."

"And why are you not upset with me?" Damian inquired, glancing over his shoulder. Dick smiled as he pulled Damian into his lap and hugged him close. "I already had two baby brothers. It's gonna take more than a pathetic attempted murder to get me to hate you."

Damian allowed himself to settle into Grayson's embrace. "I'm not a baby or your brother." He muttered. "And my murder attempt was brilliant."

III

Seeing as Damian had no phone to confiscate and was still too young for patrol anyway, Bruce could only give him a long lecture and forbid him from entering the Batcave without supervision.

"Are you sure we should be leaving the Demon Brat alone in the manor?" Jason asked as they suited up. "Alfred will be right here." Bruce assured him, ignoring the name-calling.

They quickly ran over the plan and rules for patrol. No unnecessary risks. The Joker was off-limits (Jason). Be home by midnight (anyone home later had better have a damn good excuse).

Batman divided up assignments. Nightwing would take the north end of Gotham. Red Hood and Robin would cover the south, while Batman would go east to west. They'd meet at the Bat-signal when they were done.

III

Nightwing made quick work of Gotham's north side and comm-ed Robin and Red Hood to see if they needed help.

"Nah, we're just about done." Hood responded. "We'll meet you at the B-" There was a boom before the sound cut to static.

"Hood?" Nightwing called. "Hood? Red Hood?! Robin?! Somebody answer me!" No response. Nightwing was on the Wingcycle and speeding to his brothers' last location in a second.

III

Red Hood woke up to a pounding headache. The last thing he remembered was talking to Nightwing and then… A bomb had gone off right next to him in the ally, cutting him off from- Robin! Where was Robin?! He struggled against his restraints for a second before he felt another body next to him.

"Uhh, Red?" A voice groaned. "Robin! Are you ok?" Red Hood asked, frantic but relived. "I'm fine. What happened?" Robin asked, already sawing away at the ropes that bound his wrists. "Someone made a big mistake." Hood muttered. Nightwing was surely on his way and had probably radioed Batman. If Red Hood and Robin weren't done kicking ass by the time they got here, whoever pulled this would be sorry.

Robin had freed himself by this time and was working on Red Hood's ropes when Nightwing slipped through an open skylight. "Thank goodness you two are alright." He breathed, helping cut the last of the ropes. "You won't be for much longer." A voice called from the rafters.

The three vigilantes looked towards the sound and saw a man in black and orange kevlar. Nightwing pulled his escrima sticks and squared up, pushing his brothers behind him. He knew this man, even if only from old mission files. Deathstroke the Terminator.

"It's nothing personal, boys." He assured them as an electric force field shot up around them, sending volts pausing through their bodies. Not enough to kill them or even knock them out. Just enough to have them in maximum pain. True torture.

"I've got a contract to fulfill." Deathstroke drawled, stalking up to their electric cage. "Too bad Batman wasn't part of the deal." He stuck his sword through the bars and lifted Robin's chin. "Let's start with the little one, shall we?"

The Terminator raised his sword, ready the run them all clean through when a knife flew through the air and lodged itself in his right eye. Deathstroke staggered back, yelling and tearing at the blade sticking out of his skull. "Now your heart!" An angry voice growled.

Nightwing strained to lift his head to see who was coming to their rescue, but he only caught a streak of black and the glint of a sword. "I'd choose my next move carefully if I were you." Deathstroke spat. He pulled out a remote, cranked up the voltage on the cage, and threw it across the room.

"Them or me." He taunted. The dark figure skidded to a stop before pivoting in the opposite direction to grab the remote. "Typical." Deathstroke cackled, finally ripping the knife from his flesh and launching it at the masked fighter.

The blade impaled the swordsman's arm, and he screamed bloody murder for all of two seconds before ripping it out and stabbing the remote. The force field surrounding Nightwing, Red Hood, and Robin fell, and all three looked up groggily at their savior.

Dressed entirely in black from head to toe, apart from the blood trailing down his arm, and wielding a glittering katana, he would have been intimidating if he didn't stand at four feet. "Da- Little D?" Nightwing groaned as he sat up.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Red Hood demanded, ignoring the screaming pain from every part of his body. "I believe common etiquette dictates you say 'thank you'." Damian muttered, helping Robin to his feet. "Your 'thank you' is me not shouting your identity for the world to hear right now." Red Hood growled, leaning against Nightwing for balance.

"Not that I'm not grateful, but why would you save us?" Robin asked, finally getting his footing back. "Father was less than pleased when I attempted to end you. I figured saving your lives would please him." Damian told them, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, that was it." Nightwing smirked. "It wasn't that you just might care about us, just a little, at all." Damian rolled his eyes again and turned away, but he didn't deny it.

After Robin dressed Damian's bleeding arm with a shredded cloth the four of them hurried to meet Batman.

While the Dark Knight was not pleased his youngest son had snuck out, (apparently he had been gone before they had even left the Cave, trying to prove himself by taking out as many thugs as possible), he was glad his boys were safe and proud of Damian for saving his brothers.


Damian sat in the game room, flipping through the channels when his brothers entered.

"Sup Little D?" Jason smirked, plopping onto the couch next to him. "For the last time Todd, my name is Damian." The boy grumbled. "Aww come on, Dami," Dick grinned, ruffling his hair. "It is our job as your big brothers to give you nicknames."

"Yeah Babybat." Jason teased, grabbing Damian in a headlock and driving his knuckles into the boy's skull. "Todd release me this instant." Damian ordered, flailing his arms around in a futile effort to break free. "He's not gonna let go till you surrender Baby Brother." Tim grinned, pulling out his phone to take pictures.

"I am not a baby, and I will not surrender!" Damian insisted. Dick grabbed Damian by the ribs and ran his fingers across the boy's chest. Damian screamed, and the three older boys all stopped. "Oh, this is priceless." Dick laughed and started tickling his little brother furiously.

Damian was laughing now despite himself as Jason squeezed him tighter, and Tim snapped pictures like it was his job. Soon all the boys were laughing so hard that no one heard the tapping of stiletto heels coming down the hall.

"Damian!" A sharp voice snapped. The boys froze, and Damian pushed Todd and Grayson off of him. "I leave you for a week, and you submit to these waifs and their frivolous weaknesses." Talia snapped, and Damian seemed to shrink. "I will not tolerate this nonsense. Come now!" She grabbed his arm and began to drag her son to the door when something pulled them both back.

Dick was holding tight to Damian's shoulder and staring fiercely at Talia. "He's not going anywhere with you." Jason sneered, slapping her hand away. "How dare you?" The assassin roared. "What's going on here?" Bruce demanded as he came through the door. His face darkened at the sight of Talia.

"I've come for my son. Get your urchins in line so I can take him and go." She demanded, eyes blazing. "You can't just take him. If he wants to stay with us we have just as much of a right to him as you do!" Tim glowered, shoving Damian behind him. Bruce stepped between his children and the livid assassin and glanced at his youngest.

"Damian?" He asked simply. "I- I wish to stay here, Father." Damian said softly, holding tighter to Tim than he would've liked to admit.

"You ungrateful little wretch!" Talia shrieked, then wheeled on Bruce. "I trained him to be the perfect soldier and weapon, and you turn him against me!" She reached for her side, most likely for a weapon, but Bruce grabbed her wrist and squeezed.

"I think it's time you leave Talia. Don't make me hurt you in front of them." He threatened in a menacing whisper. Talia glared at him with all the rage and hatred in the world. She was sure she could take her Beloved, even if his little brats tried to interfere. But this was neither the time nor the place.

"You will regret this." She spat. "All of you will pay dearly when I return." As soon as the door slammed behind her.

The residents of the manor scoured the house and the surrounding grounds for any traps or pitfalls Talia may have left behind. They found nothing, but they knew they had to stay vigilant.


Bruce heard the sound of flesh hitting muscle and blades on blades as he entered the Batcave. He picked up his pace only to find all four of his boys in the ring sparring, every fighter for himself. "What are you boys up to?" He asked, leaning on the railing.

"You heard Talia." Jason said without pausing his attack on Dick. "She'll be back for Dami." Tim reminded, swinging his bow staff to deflect his younger brother's blade. "And we'll be ready for her when she comes." Dick assured, sweeping at his youngest brothers' feet. They jumped and continued their battle. "My mother is relentless, but she shall not take me from my family." Damian promised, launching himself over Drake's head and landing in front of Todd.

Bruce felt a smile creeping onto his face. "Glad to see you boys are prepared. Think fast!" He whipped out four baterangs and slung them at his sons. They each caught one and stopped to smirk at him. "You'll have to do better than that, Father." Damian said smugly. Bruce was practically beaming with pride.

He couldn't explain how they had all come together. It had just happened and he couldn't be happier that it did. These were his boys, his sons, and he loved them more than they could ever know. He couldn't be more grateful for this family.


A/N Hey guys I know this one was wayyyy long so I'll keep this short. This is just my collection of Batboy fluff, love, and antics. If you guys have any suggestions or requests message me (or leave reviews) and I'll give it a shot.

I hope you guys are enjoying the stories. (Even if no is, that's ok. I'm doing this for my own entertainment ;D)

Peace!