They walked out to the front to a slick black car. Jason went to the driver side.

"You're driving?!" Tim cried out alarmed.

"Yup!" he grinned as he got in.

Tim looked at Dick who shrugged and went into the passenger seat.

"I also did not agree to die in a maniacal car accident." Damian muttered as he got into the back seat.

"You and me both." Tim muttered as he realized that he would be in the back seat with Damian. He got in and the buckled up as Jason started the car. Soon they were flying through the road.

Damian emitted a squeak (that he would later deny and say it was Drake) and cried. "Todd may you attempt to stay near the speed limit!"

"Uuhh, naaa!" Jason let out a laugh as he hit the gas harder.

Dick rolled his eyes and Tim sighed. Damian was used to the Batmobile but this was different. To Tim it wasn't as bad as when Jason drove a motorcycle and basically defied as many laws of gravity as possible but still kind of bad.

Dick turned on the radio. No not a police radio but a regular normal radio. Justin Beiber blared through the speakers.

"Aaww what the fuck?!" Jason cried.

"Sorry." Dick muttered as he changed the dial.

Jason turned to Damian. "Kid, first think to know about music: No Justin Beiber! At least when I'm around. Not sure what I can say about Dickie bird."

Dick merely glared.

Damian gave a curt nod. "Now please; Keep your dam eyes on the ROAD!"

Again Jason laughed as he to take a hand off the steering wheel and reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He ignored Dick's highly disapproving look and Damian paling as he removed his hand from the wheel. Damian got even paler when Jason used his other had to reach for his lighter in his jacket pocket and was steering with his feet.

"Show off." Tim muttered.

"Mmrr, leave it there!" Jason said around the cigarette in his mouth.

Dick left the radio playing "Crazy Train". Jason grunted in approval and even Tim nodded.

"This is a classic." Jason said turning to Damian.

"Way better than Justin Beiber." Dick said.

Jason lit his cigarette and saw Damian's face. He held out his pack. "Want one?"

"Jason!" Yelled Dick and Tim.

"What?!"

"You can't offer an eleven year old a cigarette!"

"You can't offer a Damian a cigarette." Tim clarified.

Damian glared at him then glared at the pack but there was a hint of curiosity.

But Jason was staring at Damian and Damian got it.

"I'd rather not Todd. It is quite hazardous to your health." He sniffed.

Jason gave a grin. "Good decision." then turned back to the road.

Tim and Dick were slightly baffled but Damian wasn't as he smugly smiled out the window. He had passed a test of approval.

Jason took a particularly hard right. They all let out a slight cry and Damian stared wide eyed as he was practically parallel to the ground. After moments of being on two wheels the car landed all four wheels safely on the road.

Then after a few moments Jason took a hard left while avoiding a car. Dick grabbed the side of the car door as hard as he could.

Damian slid in the back seat but was suddenly held by the shoulder firmly in place. He pried open his eyes and saw that Tim was supporting himself with one hand on the door and the other hand was holding Damian safely in place. His body was slightly curled to Damian as if though ready to protect him with his own body. After a few terrifying moments the car once again was on four wheels.

"You jackass, watch where you're going!" Jason yelled at the other car while waving his hand out the window telling them they were "number 1".

Dick punched Jason's shoulder. "You're the one being a jackass. Watch where you're going!"

"Don't get you're leotard in a bunch Grayson! I know what I'm doing."

"Well I for one didn't think a car can be on two wheels for so long. Thank you for that Jason." Tim grumbled as he let go of Damian gingerly. Damian wasn't exactly sure how to react to Drake's protection so he opted on being quiet and resuming his earlier position.

Jason gave a wink. "You can go on a lot of crazy rides with me Babybird. Just watch."

Tim blushed furiously and Dick made a gagging sound.

Damian looked blankly. "What kind of rides?"

There was a pause.

Then Jason and Dick broke out into hooting laughter, Jason almost choking on his cigarette. Tim blushed more furiously and glared but Damian looked frustrated. "I demand to know what kind of rides you intend to have with Drake, Todd!"

It didn't help they merely laughed louder.

Jason choked out and accidently dropped his cigarette out the window. "The same you're mom and I- oww!"

"Don't tell him that!" Dick hissed after elbowing him.

"Well it's –"

"It doesn't matter. Not anymore."

After a few moments of silence Tim spoke, slightly less red. "So what movie are we watching?"

"Well I for one really want to see Django." Jason smiled as he grabbed a new cigarette and lit it. "The D is silent."

Tim chuckled but Dick rolled his crystal blue eyes. "NO! We have a child with us; we have to see a kid's movie."

Jason groaned. "No! Are you kidding me, the kid is practically thirteen already!"

"Practically isn't being." Dick insisted. "Besides that film is rated R. You can't even see it yet."

Tim laughed and Jason glared. "Seriously Golden Boy! Like you and Kid Mouth never snuck into movies with your baby league team?!"

Dick merely shook his head. "Do as I say not as I do. Nope. Kid's movie."

Jason muttered something about cookies and blackmailing Alfred.

Tim was already on his phone. "Well Rise of the Guardians is out and so is Wreck-It Ralph. And . . . um . . . that seems like pretty much it unless you want to see Breaking Dawn."

"Eeww no!"

"Aaww c'mon Jason!" Dick smirked. "It looks so amazing. Shirtless werewolves, perfect vampires and an adorable half baby thingy. It looks blood draining amazing."

Jason glared under stray hairs of black and white. "It looks like it sucks!"

Damian snorted. "It is pathetic how you two even know what the movie is about."

Jason and Dick got a slight blush and Tim snickered. "I'm pretty sure Barbra recommended it."

Dick shrugged. "She might have mentioned it."

"What about Les Miserables?" Tim supplied.

He looked up and saw three dry faces.

"You want to see a film called The Miserables?" Damian raised an eyebrow.

"Just a suggestion." Tim said defensively.

"Story of our life." Jason muttered.

Tim snorted and Damian rolled his eyes. "I for one could care less for what we see."

"Aaww c'mon little D. This is for you. What movie do you want to see? Rise of the Guardians or Wreck it Ralph?" Dick smiled.

They all looked at Damian (even Jason which was quite unnerving) to decide. He shifted uncomfortably at being the main attention but he lifted his head as he seemed to carefully weigh the options. Almost as if though he was purchasing a house or car, not what type of film they would watch.

"Well Rise of the Guard or whatever it maybe seems to be more of a hopeful film. About overcoming life difficulties."

Dick smiled approvingly.

"But Wreck It Ralph sounds more of a promising film, no doubt guarantying violence. We will see that."

Dick's face fell slightly and Jason chuckled.

Tim merely sighed as they began to enter the city. Jason opened the sun roof as he weaved in and out of traffic. It gave him reminders and he glanced at Dick who seemed to be thinking the same thing.

Dick gave a cheeky grin and undid his seatbelt and stood slightly, popping his head out the sun roof. "Hello GOTHAM CITY!" he yelled grinning looking up at the lights then ducked down.

Tim and Jason rolled their eyes and Damian looked confused.

Jason undid his seatbelt.

"Don't even think about it Todd!" Damian glared. "TODD!"

But Jason punched the gas then had stood slightly, one foot on the wheel to steer. He poked out holding the cigarette in between two fingers and yelled. "Straight from the NARROWS!" holding his arms out as if to hug the city.

A few people on the streets hooted. Jason smiled pleased. "My people."

Dick went back up after Jason. "Circus Freaks RULE!"

Jason laughed then went back up. "Jackets beat LEATARDS. It rhymes with TURD!"

"Ouch low blow." Tim snickered.

"Helmets are STUPID!"

"Disco outfits are STUPID!"

"You SUCK!"

"HELL YEAH!"

"Your jacket SUCKS!"

"Batman SUCKS AND SMELLS!"

Dick couldn't help it and grinned. "Robin laid an EGG!"

"Catwoman has HAIRBALLS!"

They laughed for awhile.

"Babybird, your turn." Jason glanced at Tim.

"No thank you."

"C'mon!"

"No."

"Please."

"Nope."

"What about you demon child?"

Damian glared. "No."

"Why not?"

"Because I do not wish to look like a fool to the city as you and Grayson did."

Tim laughed. "And that's exactly why I didn't do it."

Dick pouted. "You guys have no fun. Right Jaybird?"

Jason nodded. "Bunch of sour cats."

Both had newly windblown hair now. Dick fiddled with the radio again putting a party station on. They continued to drive to the center of town and to the theatre.

"Aaww crap!" Dick suddenly blinked and realized something.

"What?" Jason said as he did an illegal U-turn to get to their target.

"This is Damian's first time out. Like really out."

"Na shit."

But Tim realized what Dick was saying and slapped his palm to his forehead. "Oh! Dang crap!"

Jason looked confused then glanced at their faces then blinked and realization took his face. "Aaww fuck!"

"Yeah." Dick said.

"Should we go to a more low key theatre."

"Na it's fine. People should see him out but- uh" Dick turned to the back seat. "Damian?"

Damian had been staring out the window, well most best said was he had his face pressed against the glass, and in truth had paid particular attention. He was busy looking at the people and the city. But he now turned. "Uh hu."

"We are going to the movies but before we actually go in people might try to talk to us and take pictures. Okay?"

"These people, who are they?"

"Paparazzi." Jason answered.

"You know who those are right?" Tim asked.

Damian looked thoughtful. "They are the one's constantly taking pictures of father and publish articles on him. Some rather nasty but others sufficient ones."

"Yeah." Tim nodded.

"And they are the one that caught Grayson when he tripped over a fire hydrant and Drake when he dropped water on his pants so it seemed as though he urinated himself or caught Jason with his hand in a rather inappropriate place to touch a female. Again."

Jason early choked again on his cigarette, Dick had turned red and Tim was slowly shaking his head. "Yes Damian, yes."

"Or when-"

"Eh that's enough!" Dick cried holding a hand up.

Damian glared at being cut off and crossed his arms but nothing more.

"You get the idea. Just speak to them as little as possible. And you CANNOT kill, hurt, or maim them physically or verbally, AT ALL! Got it?!"

Damian gave a curt nod. "I suppose."

Dick sighed and ran a hand through his tousled hair and met Jason's skeptical gaze. "See? It'll be like a walk through the park."

"More like a walk through a mine field."