"Let's go you guys!" Richard Grayson yelled as he walked down the hall to the top of the stairs. He was dressed in nicely pressed dark jeans and sneakers and in a nice button down long sleeves, his hair unruly and with a very nice looking watch on his left wrist. He heard the others beginning to come out.
"Coming." Tim said. He was in skinny jeans and a Van's shirt with a hoodie and van shoes. His I-pod earphones were hanging from one of his ears and he had a scarf.
Dick smiled then jumped over the railing and swung from the chandelier and landed near the entry way with graceful flips and turns in the air.
Tim rolled his eyes as he merely walked down the stairs.
"Freaking show off." Jason muttered. He merely jumped over the railing in a single flip and landed easily in a roll then strolled over to where Dick was. He was in black tight jeans and combat boots with a gray shirt and his signature leather jacket. His hair was an odd contrast since he no longer felt the need to dye it. There was still the white strip that would never be another color but his red roots were beginning to show under the more dominant layer of ebony dye. All in all a very alluring contrast. "Hurry up. The faster we do this, the faster we come home."
Damian came muttering incoherent words that were no doubt curses. He was in a t shirt that had a skull kitty and in skinny jeans and Converse. He had a hoodie as well and a beanie that was a skull. He jumped onto the railing and slid down on his feet then preformed a flip and landed easily.
Tim sighed. "Am I the only one that is classy and actually uses the stairs?"
"Yes!" Three voices answered.
"And I appreciate it Master Drake." Alfred said as he walked out from the kitchen with something behind his back.
Tim smiled as he made it to the doorway.
"Everyone ready? Everyone have everything?" Dick said.
Tim lifted his shirt that revealed a small light weight utility belt as did Damian. Jason merely shrugged and Dick sighed. He saw through simply that. He put a hand to his forehead. "Littlewing, please leave the guns."
"What?!"
"Yes. At least most of them. A Damian please leave as many as your knives and katanas as possible."
Damian glared. "I agreed to go, not to go unarmed."
"D, we're not gonna do anything big!"
Hr glared as he began to empty his pockets and sleeves. "But I'm keeping a few! It's not right that Todd can keep the knife my mother gave and not I!" he said pointing at a particular part at Jason's hip. They all looked and noticed a shape.
"Little snitch." Jason growled. "But I'm not leaving it! This is my utility belt."
"Fine! Fine. Can we just go now?" Dick sighed.
"One moment Master Grayson." Alfred said as he brought out the object from behind his back and held a camera. "Smile."
He clicked and then smiled himself as they all grumbled at the surprise. They began to walk out. As he did, Jason pulled something out of Dick's hand. "I'm driving." He said swinging the car ring on his finger.
"You don't have a license."
"To bad!"
Dick rolled his eyes. "Fine. Bye Alfred." He smiled with a wave.
"Good bye Master Grayson, Master Todd, Master Drake and Master Wayne. Enjoy!"