"Dami!" Dick cried as he entered the kitchen and saw Damian sitting on a bar stool eating his breakfast.
Damian turned in time to catch Dick before being enveloped into the ten years old's. "Good morning Grayson." Damian replied as he plied himself free from the monkey grip, "Alfred made muffins, they're on the counter."
Releasing the older man, Dick ran to grab a plate and two muffins before climbing into the seat next to Damian. Damian looked at the boy as he felt eyes burning holes into his side, Dick was watching him like a hawk. The intense stare was a bit off putting, considering it was coming from a boy just a little more than half of his height. "What are you look at kid?"
"Are you really..." Dick stopped and motioned for Damian to lean closer. When the older's ear was a few inches from Dick's face, the younger finished his sentence, "Blackbird?"
Damian straightened almost ramrod straight, looking at Dick. "I am."
"Cool." Dick said before starting to devour his breakfast.
Damian looked at Dick as he heard someone approaching. "Alfred! Jason! Bruce! Where is everyone? Seriously..."
A blonde whirlwind of energy seemed to burst kitchen. "Alfred had to take father to a last minute meeting and Jason is probably still asleep." Damian answered after both of them paused to look at the other. "Alfred made some muffins if you want one."
"Oh..." Stephanie said, looking away to the tray full of assorted muffins. "Sweet, blueberry." Stephanie turned around, eating the muffin as she looked at Damian and finally noticed. "Who's the little cutie?" She smiled at Dick.
Dick smiled back after swallowing a mouth full. "My name is Dick, and who are you?"
Stephanie made some sound that Damian swore was a mixture of a squeal and a hawk screech as she stepped to stand across the kitchen bar from Dick. "Stephanie Brown, I hope this loser isn't giving you a hard time." She said, pointing a finger at Damian. "He can be a big butthead sometimes."
"It's all right Stephanie, I like Damian." Dick responded looking between the two, "Though he wasn't very nice to me when I first met him."
"Was he now?" Stephanie said, eyebrow raised as her eyes laughed at Damian. "How could you be mean to such an adorable child? Do I need to sic Cass on you?"
"No, that is not needed," Damian replied, though Stephanie knew well enough to know that the threat was being taken at least a little bit seriously. "As the kid said, we're good now."
"That's good." Stephanie smiled and looked back at Dick who was beginning on the second muffin on his plate.
"Who's Cass?" Dick asked between bites, "Is she your dog or something?"
"No, sweetie," Stephanie laughed, "She's my roommate, but she can kick Dames's butt quicker than anything I've ever seen."
"That was one time Brown." Damian growled, eyes narrowed. "And I distinctly remember you nearly losing in less than a second against her yourself."
"And you haven't really sparred with her since," Stephanie countered, "Mr. I-Was-Born-to-Fight-So-I-Can-Totally-Take-On-One-Little-Girl."
"Woah! There's someone like that?!" Dick smiled, "Does that mean you're a superhero, too?"
Stephanie look at Dick and then Damian, who nodded as the unspoken question was communicated. "You could say that kiddo."
"Which one are you? I know Damian is Blackbird and Jason is Robin and Bruce is Batman... Are you Batgirl?" Dick asked excitedly.
"Well, I used to Batgirl and was Robin for a little bit." Stephanie answered, "I'm Spoiler now... More like a Ninja-Spy than a crime fighter nowadays."
Dick smiled, "Really? You're a ninja? That's the coolest."
"Not really," Damian answered as Stephanie stared daggers at his forehead. "She mostly just sits in front of a computer unless she can't get someone else to do her dirty work."
"Not true, Cass is just more effective at infiltration than I am." Stephanie said, annoyance clear in her voice. "And I happen to remember you needed my help way more than I've needed yours."
"That's because it's more 'effective' for you to get information." Damian said, standing up and looking down at Stephanie.
Stephanie's response was cut off by the arrival of the resident red-haired teenager walking into the kitchen. "Just great, will you two please get a room." Jason groaned as he padded his way barefoot to tray of muffins, grabbing one seemingly at random. "It's too early for your stupid little tiffs."
"It's almost 11 o'clock Jace." Stephanie responded, "And it's not a 'tiff', it's Damian's stubborn ass that causes ninety percent of all the problems."
"So, its a lovers' quarrel then?" Jason replied, taking a bite of his muffin now that the conversation was making him more alert. "Either way, I just wonder why you're subjecting poor little Dickie here to it. Can't be good for the kid's psyche."
Stephanie and Damian glared at the current Robin. Their relationship, or whatever the nameless thing the two shared could be called, was not necessarily common knowledge. Or at least it was not talked about. They were both fairly sure that Bruce and Alfred knew, but as long as the mission was not interfered with or they were not too obvious about it, no one spoke about it. That was, at least, until Jason found out about it. Not that Jason acted out around the other 'grown ups', but he did like to push their buttons. It did not matter if things were tense since Tim's return. (Which of course Jason knew nothing about, because honestly he would rather just not know anything).
"Wait, they're dating?" Dick finally asked after a moment of staring.
"No, Little bird," Jason laughed, "They're not dating."
"Oh." Dick said.
"Weren't you going to show Dick the cave today, Jason?" Damian says, more or less to get the two out of the kitchen.
Jason groans once more as Dick jumps from his chair and runs his plate to the sink. "Yeah, Jay. You were going to show me the Bat Cave! Hurry up, let's go!" Dick grabbed Jason's muffin free hand and started to pull him out of the kitchen as Jason put the rest in his mouth.
"He's going to try and kill you six ways to Sunday for that." Stephanie as the two left the kitchen, Dick's excited voice slowly fading as they headed upstairs to, apparently, get dressed.
Damian scoffed, "He'll have to train more to even try and kill me." He leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest.
"You know I hate it when you talk like that." Stephanie replied, mirroring Damian's stance from the other side of the kitchen. The kitchen became silent as the unspoken reason was brought to Damian's mind.
Damian moved his eyes away from Stephanie when he spoke next. "Why are you here, Brown?"
"I found some data linking back to Tim." Stephanie said with a breath. "I wanted to talk to Bruce about it. See if he's seen anything."
"I saw Drake last night." Damian's shoulders tense as Stephanie looks at him with wide eyes.
"What did he say?" Stephanie puts a hand on the counter to steady herself. For the last several months she's had multiple programs (from facial recognition to satellite imagery) looking for the lost Robin with nothing. "Why is he back."
Damian fights the urge to step closer, to wrap Stephanie in his arms and comfort her. "He didn't say." Damian swallowed sharply, "He just let me know that he knew about Grayson and then he left. What information did you have?"
"Just some video footage of him going across town." Stephanie let a small smile form on her lips. "It almost looked like he wanted to be seen, the stupid bastard."
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