"What are you saying Grayson?" Normally any elevenish year old did not posses such a dark and apposing tone. Also, normally if a elevenish year old used that tone while sitting cross legged in his room and was in the middle of sharpening his variety of knifes and his favorite katanas they would immediately high tail it out of their and leave. But then again this was not a normal set of boys.

Dick was the closest with Tim off to the side and Jason was leaning his back against the doorway arms crossed.

"I'm saying we are going out to the movies. All four of us together."

"And what is the purpose of this outing? I see no critical reason." Damian eyed them coolly.

"Um, how about going out with your older brothers and going out to the city for once."

"Tt, we go out to the city nearly every night."

"As civilians." He said slightly exasperated. "To go out and have some fun and act normal for a bit."

"Normalcy is, as you would say, overrated."

"Couldn't agree more." Jason muttered.

"Not helping." Tim frowned.

"C'mon little D, it'll be fun." Dick said.

"I doubt that." Damian muttered as he wiped a Sais clean but Dick continued on.

"We'll go catch a flick, get something to eat; hell maybe hit an arcade and drive through the city. No friends, teammates, boyfriends or girlfriends or anything. Just us."

"If no boyfriends then why are Drake and Todd going." He smirked but again Dick just kept going.

"You haven't done any outings before or any fun that real normal kids have. Besides we all want you to go"

Damian gave him a glare. "Firstly, we are not normal. Second why would I want to go out and act normal, to see how it is. Thirdly, I highly doubt all of you want me to go." He turned his head to glare to the side of the room. The last sentence was thick with annoyance but bitter and there was a crack where a bit of nostalgic seeped out and it was well heard.

Aaww hell. Alfred was right! Jason thought to himself as he leaned his head back.

Dick blink and Tim stepped forward. "We do Damien. It wouldn't be a Robin outing unless all of us went."

Damian snorted. "Like you of all people would care if I went Drake. After all the times I've spat on you, figuratively and literally, and the times I've tried to kill you. All the insults I've thrown at you and hatred."

Damian's eyes were met with Tim's bright cerulean eyes as he nodded. "I do."

Damian's face fell slightly showing what he really was. An eleven year old boy that had been living in shadows then dropped off at his father's doorstep to find he had three other sons other than himself. A bit lost. Damian didn't seem to believe Tim but he had a small hope in his eyes. But then he turned and eyed Jason at the door way.

They all turned to Jason. Jason felt their stare and saw them looking at him. Hell they're going to make me say it! Jason sighed as he ran a hand through his thick hair. "Yeah, I want you to go to punk. Do you seriously think I'll be able to last the night with just these two? I need someone there to keep it interesting!" he gave a smile. And for once it wasn't a sneer or a smirk but a slightly playful one.

Damian glanced at the floor before muttering. "Well I suppose one night won't hurt."

Dick grinned from ear to ear. "Then let's get ready. Get dress and we'll be leaving soon." Since Jason was still in his dirty clothes, Tim in pajama pants since he hadn't really left his room all day for working on a system and Dick and Damian were both in their work out clothes.

"I am dressed." Jason snorted. "I'm perfectly fine."

"I think not Master Todd. Please go and shower then change into decent clothing." Alfred said as he passed by.

Jason groaned and Tim and Damian snickered. "Fuck man, can't get a break!"

"Language Master Todd. I do not want to have to wash your mouth with soap again."