Notes:

I don't know... But Dames as a spoiled brat turned adult is adorable…

And just think of him and Timmers as the only Batkids..

Also, Damian is Blackbird... Nightwing is just too... Well, I keep seeing Trench Coat!Batman as Discowing and I can't.

This is how i picture Blackbird... pin/114419646756293000/... Very dramatic and very Damian I think :)

And I'm keeping Jason a red-head, and kinda meshing together his pre-Crisis self with the little boy who stole the Batmobile's wheel.

Dick tried to not look at the back window, where he knew dark olive eyes were watching him. The man had appeared two days before, Dick's twenty-fifth day at Wayne Manor, and he had yet to speak more than a sentence to Dick in that time. It unnerved Dick, after the relationships he had formed with Alfred, Bruce, and Jason. The latter of which was off somewhere again, leaving Dick to tumble in the grass alone. It had amazed Dick that Jason was something of a gymnast. Of course, with his bigger size and more muscular build, Jason was a bit clumsy at times but he was still good and Dick was able to teach the other some games he played with the other kids from the circus.

The fact that Damian had yet to even really speak to him was really bothersome. He had asked Alfred after their first encounter, more or less Damian glaring at him as he awoke in the library once again. The fact that the other male was Bruce's biological child was less of a surprise than the fact that he seemed to have an intense dislike of him.

Landing a double back handspring, Dick decided he was not liking being watched, the eyes on him feeling like a cloud of anger. Marching to the front door, he stomped to the door and opened it. Looking at the older male, he started. "I don't care about why, but you need to stop glaring at me."

Damian had been watching Dick as he came back in, a scowl on his face whenever he replied. "I do?" His eyebrow raise when he was done speaking.

"Yes!" Dick threw his hands up in the air. "It's rude and I don't like it."

"More the reason to continue." A frustrated groan from Dick just made Damian's scowl to a smirk.

Dick, for maybe the first time in his life, did not replied but stared at the elder who was doing the same with him. The staring contest continued for a while, for there was no interruption and it came to the put that ten year old stubbornness would not break the endurance of the heir to the Batman and the League of Assassins (or, to be more frank, the stubbornness inbred into Damian's DNA).

There is no way to say how long the two watched the other, except for the fact that Alfred came to announce that an evening snack had been prepared. "Ah, Master Damian, I was unaware you were still here." The old butler said as he noticed the two's staring contest.

"I have some business to discuss with father." Damian said. He had descended to the Cave the night before, and had only just come up to watch the newest member of the household. Bruce had told him it was not permanent, though the newest Robin seemed to becoming attached to the child.

"Yes, Master Bruce should be home soon." Alfred acknowledged, "He left Metropolis about an hour or so again. Said he'd be home for dinner."

Dick smiled, his eyes completely leaving Damian for the first time. He smiled at Alfred, "Bruce is going to be back?"

"Yes, Master Richard." Alfred said, the smile on Dick's face seeming to be contagious as the old butler returned it.

"Hooray!" Dick whooped. "Jay's gonna be at Dinner too, right?"

"Master Jason arrived home just a few minutes ago." Alfred responded, trying to suppress a chuckle. "Last I saw him, he was heading to the kitchen for food.

Dick smiled even brighter, "Thanks, Alf. I'm gonna go find him if that's okay with you."

"Of course, young sir." Alfred nodded, back to his stoic persona, "I'm sure Master Jason will be glad to see you."

"See you around Alfred." Dick called as he ran out of the room. It had been awhile since he had gotten lost in the Manor.

***Two Nights Ago, Wayne Manor***

"Father, this is ridiculous." Damian spoke into the Bluetooth rigged into his motorcycle helmet. It was not as effective as the commlinks they used for their nighttime activities, but as far as civilian technology went, Damian could not complain.

Bruce Wayne's voice came through to his ear, sounding a bit exasperated, "I told you Damian, this is a temporary situation." Which, of course, he had told his son before; but it did not seem to fit. Bruce was never one to turn his back on a child in need, which seemed to be his biggest weakness. That is, if you asked his 'eldest' son.

"I'm sure I heard that before." Damian ground out, voice slightly tensed as he tried not to think of another dark haired boy who had been lost. "And look at what that has become."

"We can have this conversation when I arrive back in Gotham in two days." Bruce finally said, a bit of finality in his voice.

Damian pulled up to the Manor gate, and punched in the code to open it before replying. "I'll be waiting at the Manor for your return father."

"The boy is not to know anything, Damian. Zucco is still looking for him." Bruce paused, "Jason is keeping an eye on him, but he is becoming curious about things. We believe he may have pieced together Zucco's involvement. He is not to leave the Manor."

"Yes sir." Damian replied. Besides what could be said about Damian's public persona or Blackbird, he was not heartless. Children had no place in their life, something Batman and Bruce Wayne should have known after what happened to Timothy Drake. Jason Todd could be seen as a surprise case, and even Damian was unable to say he presence made things better at times. Sometimes, Damian had surmised that Drake's lose was never going to heal... Even if he saw him running around, knowing that he was now breathing, rather than six-feet under the ground or the doll-child of a deranged Clown.

Damian had found Tim Drake following him one night, one of the first nights he had returned to Gotham following the rift that had separated him from his father. Establishing a name in Gotham for Blackbird was not difficult, it was making people see that he was not The Bat, not his father, was what was hard. Damian was not even going to say it was just the costume, not that he would admit it out loud. Tim Drake, on the other-hand, was never afraid of either of them. The kid probably should have been, running after vigilantes in the dead off night, climbing rickety fire escapes for years before Damian finally took notice. It only made him wonder what else him and his father missed at night.

Bringing Tim to his father was just supposed to help make things go smoother. Somehow talk the kid into stopping. He was never supposed to become the new Robin, not that his explanation was unsound. On the contrary, Damian felt to his core that this kid was going to be the ruin of his father one day. And he was right, after two years Drake was taken by a madman. He was taken and broken, his mind shattered and his skin mutilated to become someone else. Damian would have killed the Joker at that moment, been distracted by a bombs trapped Timothy. The tearful laughter that followed in the days and nights following his rescue, the raging mumbling of that lunatic mind given to him by that Clown almost broke the entire family. They tried to help, even Damian put his time in to help Drake find himself again. And, the saddest part? It seemed to be helping. There seemed to be improvements; he could have conversations with them on good days, even remembered them during some of the better bad days. They thought they were helping him until the day he was just gone.

They searched for three months, every road taken leading to a dead end. With every dead end, every week leading to the thought that he was dead or did not want to be found. Batman was losing it, losing faith in the crusade. Though Damian had left being Robin, he was still here. Drake had just up and vanished without a trace. Then one day, a corpse shows up. Burnt almost beyond recognition in a chemical fire in Eastern Europe, dental records confirmed it was one Timothy Jackson Drake. Damian had only seen his father cry one time, and it was that night. After that, Batman was brutal. There was more than one night Damian followed his father thinking he could do the unthinkable.

And then Batman brought home a child. A dirty, smart mouth child that had tried and almost succeeded in taking the tires from one of the world's most secure vehicles. Either lucky or just blessed, Jason Todd was brought into the fold; and he helped things even out. Not as smart as Drake, but sharp and brilliant in his own right. A better fighter than Drake, Damian remembers thinking that Todd would have stood a better chance against the Joker in another life.

But Drake is not dead, nor is he completely better. Trading one madness for something darker, Damian wondered how much longer until things came to a head again.

Shaking his head, he parked his bike and walked to the back of the estate to find the outdoor entrance to the Cave. Inside the cave, he was surprised to find his replacement's replacement sitting at the Bat-Computer. A mask over his eyes, but otherwise in civilian street clothing, the smaller male was looking at some files while a secondary screen ran video surveillance of two of the Manor's hallways. Seemingly lost in concentration, Damian was able to sneak up on the boy.

"If I was an assassin, you'd be dead already, Todd." Damian said, yanking the earbuds out of Jason's ears as he stood behind the chair.

"What the shit!" Jason said, standing and turning around. "What are you doing here, Damian?"

Damian looked at the boy who now used his name. Jason Todd was a red haired boy with blue-green eyes that were losing their more surprised look with each time the older man saw him. Though only fifteen, he was almost as tall as Bruce meaning he was just that much shorter than Damian. "Can't I come to the house of my father without being interrogated?"

Jason looked at Damian and back to the surveillance screens as it beeped. On the screen a small boy was walking down the hall, a blanket on his shoulder as he made his way to the library. "You here about Dick, aren't you?" The words were quiet as Jason hit a button and the library came into view.

"Father does not seem to realize," Damian stated, looking at the small boy that was curling up into the library's couch with his face smashed into the back. "Children in this house are never safe from the Batman."

"Dick isn't going to be part of this," Jason had turned around as Damian spoke. If you asked Damian, at that moment he could almost believe Jason. Up to the moment that he remembered that he was speaking to the current Robin. "Me and B. are going to find Zucco and put him away. Then Dick can go back to Haly's." Damian almost saw the smile trying to form on Jason's lips, almost knew that his eyes were bright from the idea of a child having somewhere to return to.

Damian just shrugged, removing the pack from his back. "Let's hope that plan stays that way." He looked up to take a glance at Drake's memorial, positioned just where he knew his father could see it everyday and where he needed a reminder that even Batman was fallible.

It was around dawn when Damian left the cave. Jason had left shortly after Damian's arrival with the explanation that he had to be up with Dick the next day. Damian, though, was used to no sleep and did not see it's need if he was going to essentially lounge around his father's house for a few days. Heading to the library, he was surprised he had forgotten about the child curled up on the couch.

In real life, Damian was almost surprised that the kid was actually small. Maybe it could be that he was only ten, but the child seemed to be able to take only one and a half couch cushions. Looking at the sleeping form, Damian wondered why Jason was not surprised at the kid coming in here to sleep. Which probably meant it was a normal thing, possibly sleep walking. Shaking the boys shoulder gently, he started to awaken.

"I -anna -eep, -ay." The small muffled child voice said as it rubbed against the back of the couch.

"I'm not Jason," Damian said, only using Jason's given name to avoid confusion. "And you should go to your room. I'm going to need to use the library." That was the truth, at least Damian would rather stay in the library than go back and forth from his bedroom. It was basically going to be his anyways. When he father either gave it to him or died.

Dick looked at Damian, sleep still clouding his mind. "Okay, Bruce." The kid grabbed his blanket and left. It was only minutes later that Damian shrugged off the idea that he should check that he made to his room rather than just falling asleep in the hall. In a household full of vigilantes, it was not an uncommon sight. It was an even later thought that he actually realized the kid had thought he was his father.

I've rethought out the aging for this story...

Damian is still about 22-23

Tim is now about 19

Steph 20

Jason 15

and Dick is still 10

And Dick's going to the library thing. It's not really sleep-walking, but more like a comfort thing. Being used to smaller beds (Circus trailers and train bunks), it's more comforting I guess... (I write things, they make sense... I don't know why)