Now he's getting impatient. Before he starts to knock again, the door casually swings open revealing a noticeably older but familiar face.

"Master Bruce that shade of blue doesn't match this black at all, may I request a darker shade?"

Without hesitation Bruce Wayne hugs Alfred, but before he can walk in Alfred interrupts.

"Drink this glass of water Master Bruce, it will help calm you down from your shock."

"There's nothing wrong with me Alfred." Alfred sighs and drinks the water instead.

"...At the moment Sir."

Bruce steps by his worried butler into his unusually quiet home. He looks around at the seemingly unchanged house as he calls out to his sons: Damian and Tim. Out of nowhere the "nerdy" one of his sect appears, in awe of his father's return.

"B-Bruce...I mean, you've been gone for so ...how've you been?

"You have a moustache, and a nice patch of chin hair I see. Looks like someone's growing up. Where's your brother?"

Tim nervously looks at his feet a second and twirls his noticeably longer hair as he ponders this question.

"Huh? Which one? Nevermind. Can I go? Bruce stares intensly at his son, trying to force eye contact and failing on Tim's behalf.

"No."

Bruce moves his son and marches towards his study, where he finds a slightly smaller man with features remarkably similar to his own. But with a slightly darker, almost exotic tone who drops what he is reading and walks over to him. The man is wearing a black robin t-shirt and dark blue jeans and is clichely chewing and blowing bubbles of gum. His hair jet black and messy. He looks at the men with an intent to run and embrace him, but insteads lazily walks directly in front of him and speaks.

"That shade of blue doesn't match your pants."

With this Bruce hugs him strongly and speaks.

"You've grown Damian."Damian nods and looks at the door leading to the hallway.

"That's what milk does to a boy in four years I guess."

"I mean you've literally grown and wait...did you say Tim?"

"I kinda grew out of the whole prince of gotham thing. Doesn't interest me. I'm just Damian Wayne...that's all."

"Wow!" Bruce proclaims. Damian scowls a little as he puts a finger to his mouth to shush his father before taking a deep breath and screaming out-

"Yo Baby D!"

Before Bruce can open his mouth to ask him who that is, a small black-haired child comes bumbling into the room looking happily at Damian and Bruce.

"I'm Daniel Thomas Wayne, but my uncle Damian calls me Baby D, but I think he's the baby." The boy leans in and whispers

"But don't tell him that, he might get mad at me."

Bruce is dizzy now he sits down in his chair before being greeted by Alfred brandishing another glass of water.

"Here you are sir." Bruce takes it and drinks it all in one gulp.

"Thank you Alfred." Now Tim enters back into the room and he's scratching his chin looking at his father before the door is busted in by an adult man and woman.

"Daniel where ar-" The man says with the woman next to him carrying a large stuffed bat.

Now the man and woman are staring at Bruce, with the man crying a little.

"Always so emotional Dick, and you to Barbara."Says Damian. He looks down to see Daniel tugging at his shirt.

" Uncle Damian, does mommy and daddy know him?

" They know him...very well"

"Dick I-" Before Bruce can finish his sentence Dick gives him a swift punch in gut causing Bruce to cough a little.

"That's for missing my wedding!" Bruce slowly gets up realizing his age.

"But Dick I-" Dick sweeps his leg sending Bruce crashing into the floor."

" And that's for missing the day my son was born!"

. . .

"Uncle Damian, I don't think daddy likes him very much."

"Give it a second." Damian chuckles.

Dick extends his hand and picks the old man up and hugs him while smiling.

"I love you dad."

"Uncle Damian our family is weird. I don't get it. Who is that?"

Bruce kneels down to meet the boy at almost eye level.

"I'm your Grandpa Daniel." The boy's eyes lit up with excitement, then almost immediate confusion."

"My uncle said you were really tall, but you're just as tall as him." The boy posed the statment as more of a question than anything. Immediately Bruce has the same confused expression as him."

"What do you mean, I'm taller than both of your uncles." As Bruce stands he notices theres no one crowding the front of him, yet he still hears a voice distinguably older than Daniel's, who seems to be flicking a zippo lighter

" Not really feelin' the blue...but, you know me, I'm more of a fan of red myself."