I was so worried I'd lost you guys due to lack of hits and reviews, but you all came back with such a force I just can't even—I can't even! Thank you so much!

"Are you serious?" Tim asked, giggles quickly turning into howls of laughter.

"Deadly, Drake!" Damian hastily grabbed back his design and looked over it again. "There is nothing wrong with it!"

From behind, Jason managed to snatch up said design and has a reaction equal to Tim's. Fed up with his older brothers' ridicule of his well thought out suit, he once again grabbed back the paper and stomped over to a corner to pout.

Quick footsteps coming down the Batcave entrance signaled Barbara's arrival. She had in her hands a large bag, and once she reached the boys, she pulled out its contents in a quick flurry.

"Look! Look!" She twirled, holding up her well crafted Batgirl suit. "Isn't it awesome? I made some minor adjustments, but everything Dick made notes about was right!"

"Put it on." Jason ordered, a grin slipping onto his face. "Right here."

Barbara made a face and huffed. "Don't be such a sleaze ball. I'll go change when Robin gets here. What about you guys? Did you think of something? It's been a week, you know."

"Yeah, I got something." Jason produced his design from his pocket. "Take a look at this bad boy."

"Red Hood, huh?" Barbara scrutinized every detail, nodding and on occasion making small suggestions. "I like it, but don't you think the ski mask is a little… criminal?"

"That's the point." Jason crossed his arms and puffed out his chest. "Bad guys won't know I'm really a good guy. It'll take 'em off guard and make it easier to take 'em out."

"That's… surprisingly genius." Barbara handed back the design and looked expectantly at Tim.

"I can't believe you still picked red." Tim muttered, pulling out his design.

Barbara took it and did the same, though the smile on her face meant she appreciated his design better.

"Timmy, Timmy, Timmy, it looks like you've really thought about this;" Barbara quirked an eyebrow playfully, "but don't you think naming yourself Red Robin is a little…"

"Copycat Drake," Damian sneered, "can't even think up something original."

"Shut up!"

"I told you to pick another color." Jason teased.

"At least mine isn't Catlad!" Tim grinned mischievously at Damian, who growled in response. Jason immediately started cracking up again, and Barbara couldn't help but snicker a little.

"Cats are regal, stealthy, and—"

"Associated with dangerous thieves, Damian." Dick interrupted, coming out of his hiding spot near the back of the cave. "Catwoman is very dangerous and even Batman doesn't have quite a full handle on her."

"So?" Damian snarled. "I can be whatever I want!"

"Listen, I've got a backup design for you, okay? I had it for whoever didn't quite hit the mark, so why don't you take a look at it." Dick handed his own detailed design to Damian and watched as the boy looked it over once, twice, and nodded with a rather malicious smirk adorning his face.

"I'll take it."

"Whoa, what?"

Instantly the other three came to look at the design. Jason nodded in approval, Tim analyzed it carefully, and Barbara smiled.

"Nightwing is from an ancient Kryptonian legend. Superman told me about it once when I was about your age." Dick smiled at the fond memory. "I figure when I grow up, I'll be Nightwing myself. But for now, I'll have to lend the name to you, okay?"

Damian didn't say anything. Barbara snuck off and returned a few minutes later, all dressed up and looking mighty fine.

"Wow, you look awesome." Tim commented.

"Don't I? I can't wait to take this out." Barbara was over twenty, but at that moment she was acting like she was twelve. "I look so cool in this thing! It only took me a week to put it together!"

"You look exactly how I remember." Dick tilted his head a bit and tried to ignore the blush growing on his cheeks. "Only some things are… a little bigger."

"I'm a grown woman, of course things are… hey!" Barbara covered her chest and suddenly wasn't liking being in a room full of hormonal teenaged boys. "Quit staring at me!"

Dick coughed and looked away from her to Jason and Tim. "Did you guys practice?"

"Of course we practiced, Grayson." Damian set aside the design. "Your juvenile training homework was insulting."

"You want to move on to something harder then, Little D?" Dick grinned. "I've got just the thing!"

"You know, Batsy, old boy," Joker ground out, not bothering to struggle in the cruel grasp of Batman, "I've noticed a lack of a little birdie flying around. You wouldn't happen to know where he is, would you?"

Batman narrowed his eyes and slammed Joker back into the wall. He didn't bother to answer, knowing it would only spark up emotion he wanted to hide and bury.

"It's just," Joker grinned, lips stretching as wide as they could go, "Uncle J misses his favorite Boy Blunder. Where has the little birdie gone?"

Batman's knee connected with the man's stomach. Joker coughed and groaned, but it developed into a low chuckle.

"Who killed him, huh?" Joker looked straight up into the cowl and scowl. "Was it Two Face? He never did learn that you and Boy Blunder were mine. All mine to kill."

Batman tightened his grip, but still held his tongue. He wouldn't give into this madman and he wouldn't believe his son was dead. No, he told himself, not his son. Not when he'd been such a bad father. It was better for Dick to remember his own father, to let that be what he aimed to be when he had children of his own.

"Who killed Robin, Bats?" Joker grew more serious, despite the ever present grin. "Who killed him?"

Batman's fist met his face four times before he let the Joker slump down onto the floor.

"I did."

Batman walked away and a moment later several police officers took his place and apprehended the most dangerous criminal in all of Gotham.

"So that's how it is." Joker snarled. "How dirty of you, Bats. What an underhanded trick. Killing your young and taking away the pleasure of killing him. I'll just have to break you twice. One for you and one for the kid. Twice. Yes, twice."

"Shut up! Get him to Arkham. Make sure he stays there this time!"

Joker didn't fuss, didn't struggle. He'd get out again. Arkham never learned and this time he was going to be a bit more sane, a bit more serious. The Bat had outfoxed him one too many times. Killing the brat was going to be his leverage in tipping Batman over the edge. Once he was over it, there was no going back. That was what he wanted.

Momorulz, we're getting there, I promise! Once it hits that point, things are going to go pretty fast, and there won't be much to explore with Dick getting to know his "siblings". I really wanted to kind of take the time to explore that a little bit more, so I'm sorry if you're getting impatient.

Melkyre, I love Damian too. I know a bunch of people hate him for being such a little snot, but I really enjoy the humor in how opposite he is with Dick. Together the two really make Batman enjoyable. Not that it wasn't before, but you know what I mean. It was interesting while it lasted. Curse you DC Reboot!

Doogadude, as for Wally and his speed, you'll just have to see what I'm planning.