Jason pulled into the valet parking with screeching tires, nearly running over one of the guys. Dick rolled his eyes but stepped out. Tim and Damian stepped out and Jason did after snuffing out his cigarette.

One of the attendees immediately came. "Ah, Mister Way-"

"Todd." Jason interrupted with a cold green gaze. The man gulped. Jason closed the door and tossed him the keys. "No scratches or I scratch you." Then walked to the others and leaving the paled man.

Damian was besides Tim and Dick and was trying to look non-chalant but had not been out in civvies very much and not here. This was Gotham's Central Theatre. This is where all the "who's who" went and the latest movies played.

Dick waited for Jason then they began to walk to the box office and the line. They walked as if nothing but they each had an air around them. They silently surveyed the area, as a natural instinct, to be aware of any danger but other than that they were relaxed. Well except Damian. He had his hands stuffed in his pockets and had positioned himself in-between the others as he wearily watched people, scrutinizing everyone that walked by. Dick smiled and gently, lightly put a hand at the top of his back and led him.

Waiting in line Tim showed the times and was half listening to his music as was Jason. Dick nodded. Jason took some wrappers from his pocket and went to throw them away. Damian was still glancing around curiously. This was not the usual slum areas he had patrolled but the classy nice area that his father walked in the day time. He saw couples in nice evening clothing and families with their children and teens with friends walking about in and out.

But it didn't take long to be noticed. In Gotham it was well known about the "The Wayne Boys."

Dick had been the first taken in as a ward. Everyone knew his story from being in the circus and being brought up by Gotham's playboy. The little boy had grown into a young man and was quite the golden child. He had a clean record and was no doubt the most likely heir.

Then there was the second, Jason. He had the whole bad boy aura around him. From his leather jacket to the smirk on his face. He was the boy parents wanted their daughters to stay away from and the one that guys wanted to be.

When Jason had died, supposedly in a bombing in Sarajevo, the story was that he had not died but had actually been kidnapped since they couldn't exactly say he had actually been thrown into a Lazarus Pit. It was believable since Bruce had wanted the funeral to be closed casket. But the story said that for the time he was "dead" Bruce Wayne had actually been negotiating with the kidnappers on their prices and Jason's life. Finally after long years Batman had caught the men and returned Jason, hurt but alive.

Tim Drake was born into the wealthy lifestyle but after the death of his parents he was taken in by Bruce Wayne. Tim is more silent but seems to be thoughtful, always thinking. He is the youngest teen and considered the neighborhood sweetheart. He has been seen in the Wayne buildings and seems to take part in the business.

Damian is more of a mystery as he is the newest one. They know that he is the only true son of Bruce Wayne and do not know who the mother is. Many rumors and speculations have come up over this and the problems it may cause amongst the boys, him being the only one really of blood. They have seen very little of him but he is described as adorable and silent.

So it was little to no surprise when a woman stepped up. "Hello Mr. Grayson. I'm Cathy Brooks nice to meet you. May I have a word?"

"Hello Cathy. I'm sorry but we're having an outing right now and the movie will be starting soon." He said politely but dismissively.

There was the flash of a camera.

Damian scowled and lifted his arm as if in defense. Tim hastily stood closer to Damian and lowered his hand, and the knife, quickly hiding it. "Damian no! It was just a camera."

Damian gave a hiss at the light but lowered his arm and hid the knife back in his sleeve.

Dick stepped to the window and ordered the tickets and was paying.

A hand landed on Tim's shoulder and he quickly stiffened but eyed the man wearily.

"Mister Drake. Or is it Wayne now?"

Tim gave a rather cool gaze. "Doesn't matter."

" Any comments on the new budget?"

"No." he said rather curtly.

Damian gave a glare as well but then when he turned he came faced to face with a man and woman.

Jason heard the muttering as he walked to a trash can and threw the stuff away. He rolled his eyes and looked at the group of people. "A dam picture would last longer."

"Can I?" a girl asked hastily.

Jason was not in the mood to deal with this. "No."

He began to walk back when a man step up with a voice recorder. "Jason Todd, how long were you held captive?

Jason was silent.

A woman stepped up with a similar object. "Were you tortured?

"…"

"Do you know who held you captive?"

"Stop asking questions." He sighed.

"How long exactly was it?"

"Were their others?"

"Just buzz off!" he growled.

"Why did it take so long for your rescue?"

"Did Batman give you any comments?"

"Is it true of the rumors of you having assaulted a man last month. Why?"

Jason looked at the man with cold stormy green eyes and a particularly vicious glint. "Maybe. I remember he was asking too many questions."

The man gulped and Jason left them standing.

Damian was momentarily surprised but then a scowl on its place on his face. The woman gave a very warm and very fake smile. "Hi, you must be Damian. Aren't you adorable?"

He merely glared.

"So, son how old are you?" the guy asked.

"I am not your son."

The man looked taken aback and his smile frailed.

The lady gave a coy laugh. "So where were you living before you met your dad?"

Silence.

"Does your father have any other biological children?"

"Let me be!" he said annoyed and uncomfortable.

"Did your mother?"

"How many are there?"

"What? No- I-"

"Who is your mother?"

"Where is she?"

"I said-" Damian was beginning to feel a bit panicked.

"Did she abandon you?"

"Did she die?"

"Are you an orphan as well?"

"Did she abandon you?"

"STOP!" Damian growled as he ignored the smallest prickle behind his eyes.

"Hey!" a voice barked. Tim hastily stepped in front of Damian with a hand on his shoulder and sent a Bat glare to the reporters. "He doesn't want to talk, okay!"

They were about to question him when someone called. "I would keep my mouth shut if I were you."

The man and woman whipped around to see a very pissed off looking Jason coming over.

"Don't you dam vultures have anything better to do?" and he pushed Tim and Damian to the side towards Dick and they began to make way to the entrance. Dick held the door open as Jason ushered them in after another deadly glare.

Inside was a bright luxurious lobby. Posters of films and large screens showed trailers. To the side was an arcade room and ahead a huge concessions stand. There were small tables with chairs scattered about for people eating there and different halls for films and stairs that led three stories up for other places and an expensive restaurant at the top.

"You okay little D?" Dick asked as he rubbed his shoulder.

"Yes." He said in a hard voice but it had the smallest quaver. "I simply do not wish to meet people like that again." He pouted.

Tim patted his shoulder. "We all don't."

"But it's okay now, squirt. When does the flick start?" Jason asked.

"Um, not till a long while. You guys want to hit the arcade for awhile?" he pointed with his thumb to said arcade.

Jason grinned. "Do you want to get owned at air hockey Dickie-bird?!"

"So on!"