Ok, before I let you go to the chapter, I've got something to say. I've been getting reviews from guests that say, quite simply, hurry up. Or hurry hurry up. That's it. Now, I love reviews and everything, but honestly, at least give me some feedback if you're going to tell me to hurry up! Those reviews just annoyed me and usually turned me off writing for a while rather than made me go faster. I don't mind if you say that at the end of a review, but at least tell me something, not just two words.

Now that I'm done ranting...

Are you ready? Here's Damian and Dick!

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"Would you take Damian while we finish the meeting?" She asked. "Show him some of your acrobatics, or tell him about his father." At this, the young boy's gaze snapped to him and his eyes widened. Obviously, he wanted to hear about his father. Renegade grinned at him. "Sure, Talia." He said casually. "We'll be in the acrobatics room if you need us. C'mon, Dami."

The boy blinked at him. "Dami?"

Ra's chuckled. "Richard is in the habit of giving everyone nicknames." He said dryly. "I shudder to think what he might do with your name." Renegade just grinned impishly at him. "I haven't given you a nickname." He pointed out.

"Only because there are none." Talia drawled. "Go on, you two." Renegade shrugged and grabbed the boy by the hand and led him out of the room.

As they left, Renegade heard the conversation start up again behind them and smirked. No doubt Slade was utterly and completely confused. Heh. Sucks for him. He hoped that Talia wouldn't tell him too much though, he was looking forward to seeing Slade's expression when he found out everything. Plus, it was a big bargaining chip, one he had a feeling he would need.

Banishing the worry from his mind, he glanced down at the boy trailing behind him. God, he looked like Bruce, especially his eyes. He wondered how Bruce would take the discovery of his son. He'd probably flip and demand to do 20 DNA test, then be all awkward for a while, and then get his act together eventually. Or when Dick threatened him.

For his part, Damian was observing the man he was following as well. Mother had called him 'Richard', and that he knew Father. Damian assumed this man was Richard Grayson, his father's ward and heir. He was surprised to find him working with a villain. From what his mother had told him, Damian thought he was a hero through and through. Apparently, he was wrong.

Maybe he could convince the man to tell him some stories about Father. Mother told him a lot about him, yes, but no real stories about his fights. And maybe Richard would show him some fight moves that Father thought him, so Damian could show Father he was worthy to fight with him. Or against him.

He blinked when he realized that Richard had stopped. He looked at the room they had stopped by and frowned. "Mother said I'm not allowed in here unless I was invited." He said. "That applies to you as well."

The man blinked at him. "Oh. Well, I'm inviting you now, kay?"

Damian scowled. "Why do you think you can do that?" He asked rudely. The man rolled his eyes.

"Well, Talia did build this room for me." He said, pointing to the stylized bird on the door. "It's not like your mom or grandpa does acrobatics." He stopped and pulled a face. "Wow, it's so weird thinking of Talia as a mom." He muttered. "And thinking of Talia and Bruce-" He cut himself off quickly, shaking his head. "Baaaad images. I need some brain bleach right about now."

Damian stared at him as he punched in the code for the door. He was a bit… different from anyone else he'd met. Perhaps he wouldn't be too bad.

Renegade let the boy in the room and followed after him, flicking on the lights. He couldn't help but smile at Damian's dumbstruck look, which was quickly replaced by an air of haughty disdain once he realized Dick was watching him. Renegade's smiled widened when Damian sniffed and said, "Well, I suppose it's…adequate."

Renegade glanced around with a feeling of coming home. For him, any acrobatics room felt like home, and he was never truly comfortable without one. He was a bit surprised by the number of acrobatics rooms popping up around him; the circus, Wayne Manor/the Batcave, the Watchtower, Mount Justice, Titan's Tower, Slade's hideout, and here. Seemed like he could make his home anywhere, as long as the person who lived there didn't want to kill him… all of the time.

Renegade walked a few steps into the room and plopped down on the floor, sitting pretzel style. He grinned at Damian and patted the ground next to him. Damian looked a little hesitant but walked forward and sat next to him before scowling. "The floor, Grayson? Not even a chair?"

Undeterred, Renegade just answered cheerfully. "Well, there aren't many chairs in here, are there? And good, you figured out who I am."

"It wasn't hard. There's only one Richard Mother has told me about."

"Fair enough." The man shrugged. "You can call me Dick though."

"Isn't that a… less formal name for male genitalia?"

"It's also a nickname for Richard. Deal with it." Renegade rolled his eyes. "Although, in front of Slade- or anyone else, really- I'm Renegade or Nightwing, depending."

"One name isn't enough?" Damian inquired archly.

"Those aren't even all of them." Again, Renegade contemplated the boy besides him. It was obvious that the al Ghuls had raised him, just based on his attitude, although he was still young and not completely arrogant. Actually… how old was he?

"Eight." Damian told him when he asked.

Ok. He was eight. Which seemed awfully young for the way he acted. Oh well. No doubt some time with him would fix everything. Renegade leaned back on his hands and smirked at Damian.

"So, Little D-" He paused and burst out laughing at the expression on the boy's face. "Little D?" Damian said scathingly. "My name is Damian, Grayson."

"And mine's Dick, not Grayson." He leaned over to ruffle the boy's hair, which prompted another disgruntled look. Damian couldn't understand- who was this man, who acted so casually around him, like he was… like he was his little brother.

Hmph. He still didn't like it.

Apparently, Dick had given up on talking for the moment to let Damian think and was looking around the room. His eyes landed on the trapeze and his whole face lit up, but he turned back to Damian instead of giving into the urge to use it. "So. I can tell you some stories about your father or show you how to use some of the equipment in this room. Or both, since the adults will probably be doing boring negotiations for a while. What do you think?"

Damian thought for a moment, but knew what he would choose almost as soon as the words came out of Dick's mouth. "Tell me about Father." He said quietly.

Dick smiled softly at him. "Sure thing. Your dad's a great man. Even though he doesn't really seem like it, he really does care about people…"

As Dick talked, Damian began piecing together a picture of his Father. Whenever Mother or Grandfather talked about him, they made him out to be almost godlike, although admittedly on the wrong side. Dick, however, painted a much more realistic picture. He told of his triumphs, but also of his failures. At some points, Dick seemed almost like he was worshipping the man; at others, he spoke with a deep rooted bitterness. Damian was so absorbed in the stories Dick told that he didn't notice the time slipping by. By the time Dick fell silent, almost an hour and a half had gone by, and Damian had a much better understanding of his father.

But hearing the stories made him wonder- how would his Father react when he learned of Damian's existence?

"Grayson." He said uncertainly. "Are you going to tell Father about me?"

Dick blinked. "Umm…." He paused. "Probably not." He said slowly. "Your mom will probably ask me not to, and I don't think we should tell him until you're actually in front of him so he can't deny it."

"That implies that I will meet him." Damian pointed out.

"Of course you will." Dick scoffed. "If nothing else, I'll kidnap you and bring you there."

Unconsciously, a small smile spread across Damian's face. "Like you could evade all the guards and get me out." He mocked. Dick laughed and stood up in a fluid movement. "C'mon." He held his hand out towards Damian. "I'll show you how to use the trapeze. It's practically an induction ceremony. You can't be a Bat unless I teach you the triple. I even tried to teach Bruce, which, trust me, was not easy."

When Talia, Slade, and Ra's finished with their business, they realized that it had been almost three hours, and they hadn't heard a peep from Renegade an Damian. Which, as everyone knew, could only mean bad things. Talia remembered that Richard had said they'd be in the acrobatics room and led them there.

"Might I ask why you have an acrobatics room?" Slade inquired. Talia shot him a surprised look. "For Richard, of course. He cannot possibly survive anywhere without his acrobatics, and we've been trying to convince him to join us for a long time. Essentially, it was a bribe."

"Which didn't work." Slade assumed.

"Oh, I don't know." Talia smirked. "He certainly visits us more often now, even when he disappeared- but he didn't disappear for you, did he."

They reached the room, cutting the conversation short. And just when it had been getting interesting, Slade lamented. When they entered the room, their eyes immediately went to the trapeze, where Richard was standing on one of the platform laughing down at Damian who had fallen onto a net set up below the trapeze. Obviously, he had just fallen, and was scowling darkly at Richard.

"Why must we continue doing this?" He grumbled.

"Because otherwise I won't ever take you out for ice-cream." Richard said cheerfully.

"You haven't."

"That's true. Huh." He glanced down at the three watching. "Hey, Talia, mind if I kidnap Damian to get some ice-cream? Otherwise, the blackmail won't work."

"It probably won't work anyway." Talia responded. Richard shrugged. "Worked for Jay, it'll work for him." He said, unperturbed. "Pleeeeease?" He whined, giving her puppy eyes from behind the mask.

Talia laughed. "Oh, all right." She gave in. "You can go get ice-cream, if Slade will let you."

Now Slade was subjected to the puppy-dog eyes. "Fine." He sighed. Richard cheered and helped the boy out of the net. He grabbed him by the hand and towed him out of the room, presumably to change into civvies.

Ra's smirked at Slade. "He has everyone twisted around his finger." He said serenely. "He is quite possibly the most well liked person ever to be encountered in either the hero or villain communities, with some exceptions of course. Good luck." And with that, the al Ghuls left the room, leaving Slade to find Richard and Damian and bring them for ice-cream.

When they returned, Talia and Ra's were waiting for them. Damian immediately went to stand by them while Richard remained near Slade.

"Bye, Dami." Richard said cheerfully. "I'll come teach you how to use the trapeze some more another time."

Damian disappeared inside without a word, but everyone could see the smile tugging at his lips. Talia moved forward to hug Dick.

"Thank you." She whispered. "He's very happy."

"Yes, I could see that." He replied, straight faced. Talia laughed. "What do I have to bribe you with to make you come babysit?"

One, two, three- AAAAAWWWW!

Hope this lived up to expectations. And so ends the meetings mini-arc, next up will... probably be the whole Slade finding out Nightwing's Robin thing. Maybe I'll stick in a chapter with the League first, if I can come up with an idea for one.

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