They arrived late in Gotham that night. As soon as they landed the craft, Alfred was on the landing waiting for them.
"Alfred, any word from Dick?"
"He has just returned sir. It has been quiet here the last few-." His attention was immediately on Damian, as the boy exited the craft following Marti.
"Damian, this is Alfred."
"Hello Pennyworth, I've heard of you."
"At your service Master Damian."
Damian looked around the cave, then looked to his father. "Where are the rest of your servants?"
"Alfred is a friend." Bruce corrected.
"More like family." Marti added, as she gave Alfred a quick hug, before she went with Tim to return their gear.
Damian raised his brow at this.
Bruce ignored this, and headed over to the main computer. There he found Dick, still suited up in his backup Batman suit. Dick was looking over some live security feeds.
"Any updates?" Bruce said coming up beside him.
Dick had his elbows on the edge of the desk, and had his chin resting on his clasped hands. "I can see why you brood so much in this suit."
Bruce rolled his eyes at this.
"No I'm serious." Dick pulled off the cowl with this, and draped it over the top of the chair. "There is something this suit adds to the experience."
Damian was strolling about the cave behind them, looking over every station. This caught Dicks attention, and made him stand suddenly.
"Who the hell is that?!"
"And you must be Richard Grayson." Damian offered his hand to Dick. "So you are the equivalent to my uncle? Or Brother?"
Dick looked over to Bruce with utter confusion. "Bruce… What the fuck is going on?"
"Dick this is my son."
Dick cocked his head. "After all the times you lectured me on protection."
"Yeah well Talia drugged me." Bruce said as he took a seat, and began to scan over the news feed.
Dick shrugged at this, and turned to face Damian.
"What is a Robin wearing a Batsuit for?"
Dick scowled at this. "They call me Nightwing now." Dick gripped Damian still outstretched hand, giving it a firm shake, he looked the boy in the eyes. "And I wear the suit because I am the only one your father trusts to be Batman when he is away."
Damian's eye twitched with this statement, betraying his lofty demeanor.
Dick smiled at this, and walked past the boy. "Well… I think I'll return the suit. Too many Batman's in this cave."
A few hours later Alfred returned to the cave with morning coffee.
"How is the boy settling in?" Questioned Bruce as he poured himself a cup.
"He is all the way up on the third floor guest room." Alfred quickly sipped his coffee, then took in a deep agitated breath. "I miss him already."
"Bruce scrolled through some old files of Ra's."
"A possible new lead on the case sir?"
Bruce shook his head. "No… Eh. Just looking over my son's role model."
"I always felt Talia was different than her father."
"Yes… But the boy was being trained by Ra's to lead The League of Assassins."
"Oh dear. Well I believe you have your work cut out for you sir."
Bruce rubbed his brow with this. He was not looking forward to all the retraining the boy would need.