"My name is Damian Wayne, and I am your son."

Those where the words spoken by the young boy who was now sitting at the table in front of him. Bruce stood in front of him, re-reading the note that he had been given.

Bruce,

This boy is my son, Damian Wayne. He is five years old, and has been living with me and Father for this whole time. I am no longer able to take care of him, for I have more important business to attend to. Therefore, I have decided to leave him in your hands. You have enough money- therefore, you need not complain about the expense, and there is no other good argument that you could make. Thus, he will be staying with you. I did not want him much anyway. Damian knows by now not to make trouble, so he shouldn't be an issue. Frankly, I never cared much for him anyway, so I care not what you do with him. He is in your hands now, and I wish you the best of luck.

Talia

Bruce groaned- leave it to Talia to abandon a kid on his doorstep with no explanation. And what was he supposed to do with the kid? The boy- Damian- was sitting at the table with his arms folded across his chest glaring at him. The kid looked like he wanted to commit a murder. Bruce was so lost in thought that he took no notice of Alfred trying to get attention.

"…Bruce. Master Bruce."

"Huh-what?" Bruce startled and looked up at his butler.

"I asked what you wanted to do."

"Ummm…" Alfred shook his head.

"Alright then. You said that your name was Damian?" The boy nodded once in confirmation. "Very well then. Master Damian, if you would please follow me, I will show you to your room." With that, the butler walked out of the room without checking to see if the boy was following. Damian scrambled out of his seat and raced after the elderly man.

"If you do not mind my asking, who might you be?"

"I am Alfred Pennyworth, butler to the Wayne family." The man pointed out several rooms as they walked past them. "This is Master Dick's room. This is Master Jason's, and that is Master Tim's, which is right across the hall from yours. That room down at the end of the hall is Master Bruce's room." The boy stopped in front of the section of rooms.

"I beg your pardon?" Alfred turned to look at the boy. "Who are these other people?"

"Oh, of course you wouldn't know them yet. Masters Dick, Jason, and Tim are the other boys that live in the manor. Master Bruce has taken them in just as he did you, although the three of them were not blood relations."

"So there are three other weaklings living here and leeching off of Father? "

"Excuse me?" inquired the butler.

"There are three random commoners that he took off the streets living here, taking advantage of his home and his money? And Father lets them? How disgraceful for the one known as Batman." The butler looked at him in shock, completely forgetting the insults for a moment. "Yes Pennyworth, I know who my father is. It would be a disgrace if I did not." Alfred was at a loss for words, so he opened the door to Damian's bedroom, and went off to confer with Bruce.

"Master Bruce, and you aware that the boy knows your identity?" Bruce looked up at the sudden entrance of his butler.

"He does?"

"Yes. And I should also mention that he seemed quite surprised and strangely annoyed at the mention of your other adolescent house mates. "

"Speaking of them, isn't it time to pick up the boys from school?"

"Yes Master Bruce. I will go get them."

"Good. And please warn them that I have someone for them to meet."

"Of course Master Bruce."

"Thank you Alfred." With that, the butler left the room and headed toward the garage. Bruce watching him walk away, then pushed himself out from under his desk. He stood and slowly made his way toward Damian's new bedroom.

"Knock knock." Damian looked up to see Bruce standing in the doorway. "Can I come in?" The boy acknowledged him with a nod. Bruce crossed the room and sat at the foot of the bed. "Alright, so you must have some questions for me." The boy nodded again.

"Pennyworth mentioned that there other people living here as well?"

"Yep. Richard, Jason, and Timothy. Alfred is getting them from school now, so you'll be able to meet them in a little while. In fact, why don't I give you a tour of the rest of the mansion while we wait? The boys should be home not long after that, so you can meet them then. Sound good to you?" The boy stood up in response. "Great. Let's go." They walked into the hallway. "Alright, so across from you is Tim, three rooms down from him is Dick, and Jason has the room across the hall and two more down from him. At the very end of the hallway is my room. If you need it, the door is always open. The bathroom is two doors up from you on the opposite side. That bathroom is shared between the four of you, but it's fairly large, so space shouldn't be a problem. Alfred's room is the one to the right of the stairs over here." They walked down the stairs. "My study is down that hallway to the left, and the kitchen and dining room are over to the right. This is the living room, and the front door is this way, which is where the boys should soon be coming from." As soon as Bruce uttered the words, the sound of laughter and slamming car doors could be heard, and the front door burst open. Three boys came running. "Perfect timing. I have someone I want you to meet. Boys, this is Damian, my son, and your new brother." Bruce stepped back to allow the boys to examine each other. The tallest of the three stepped forward.

"Nice to meet you Damian. I'm Richard, but I go by Dick. I'm the oldest, and I'm fourteen. This little one clinging to my leg is Timmy, and he's eight. The grumpy one is Jay, and he's twelve. I'm so glad that I'm gonna have another little brother! We'll have so much fun! We can play games, and watch movies, and bake cookies, and…" He stopped, trying to catch his breath. Bruce laughed.

"As you can probably tell, Dick is quite happy, and rather…energetic."

"He's way too damn perky, is what Bruce means. I'm Jason. If you call me Jay, I'll punch you, and if you touch my video games, you're dead."

"Jason Todd! Watch your language mister!"

"Whatever." Jason wandered off. Bruce sighed.

"Honestly, that boy… Anyway, you've met Dick and Jason, and this little guy is Tim."

"By Tim, do you mean the growth on Grayson's leg?" Damian examined the small creature.

"Yeah…Tim is quite shy. He also doesn't talk. At all. And he only really likes me, Bruce, and Alfred. Sometimes Jason too, when he isn't being a royal pain." Dick paused for a minute, and then wrapped his arms around Damian in a bear hug. "But either way, welcome to the family!" Damian didn't respond, mostly because he was turning slightly blue from the lack of oxygen.

'So this is my new home…I suppose it won't be so bad. Besides, if Grayson continues to squeeze me like this, I probably won't be here long.'