Jason really didn't want to deal with any of this right now.

No, seriously. A jumper. At three a.m?

They were a rooftop away so if Jason did decide to go over there, he'd have to try to get there as stealthily as possible. But he was tired.

It was three a.m.

What did Jason do in his last life to deserve this?

Don't get him wrong. It's not like he wanted this person to take a dive from the top of this hotel building. Oh no, no. It was that it was three in the morning. He was tired. He just came back from dealing with a weapon smuggling case and there was a lot, like a lot of bullets. His ears were ringing and again it was three freaking am in the morning. His emotional tank was depleted and so was his patience. Goddammit! He really wished Dick was here right now. He was always the best at this. Heck, even Tim was great at it. You know what, everyone except Damian and himself were great at this. Even Bruce was good at this and that's saying something. Red Hood could even bet Bat Cow could talk down a suicidal person, down on their luck and ready to kiss the pavement from a couple feet high.

After taking a deep breath in and out, he figured he could try talking them down from the ledge and if that didn't work, he'd try the good ol' get close enough and grabbem' strategy. He'd done it twice before. Third time's a charm like they say.

All plans went out the window once he grappled to the next rooftop, landed there and felt the same feeling he'd had before coming over him. There, on the roof, he immediately recognized the dark haired boy who was fully illuminated by the obnoxious surrounding lights from the businesses located close to the hotel. He seemed to be playing around at the edge, a smile plastered on his face as he acted like he was going to fall but then corrected his posture and continued walking on the ledge.

"Hey hey hey. Nice to see you again Jason," Danny waved to him, still treading on the ledge of the roof like he was walking a tightrope now. Wait a damn minute. How the hell did the kid know he was Jason? He had his gear on and everything. Could it be that ghost sense thing the kids were yapping about when they first met? Speaking of kids, where was the girl?

"The fuck kid. Thought you were trying to meet your maker," Jason said as he walked closer to the boy to take a seat on the ledge. Danny eyed him curiously but then decided to take his rooftop adventure to the next level. He tucked in his shirt and positioned himself into a handstand. From this position, he hand-walked from next to Jason to the other end of the rooftop and back. God, Dick would love this kid if he were here. Not like Jason would let them meet. Or at least not in the nearest future if he could help it.

"If I did, I wouldn't die though. Already did it," Danny said with a little laugh as he finally stopped his handstand laps and stood next to Jason, still on his hands.

"I know that now. Still almost gave me a heart attack," Jason replied before he removed his helmet to reveal his face but with the domino mask still in place.

"Huh," Danny said before transitioning from his handstand to a sitting position right next to Jason. He looked at Jason carefully while dangling his legs like an excited child waiting for ice cream. "I never would've guessed you were one of those vigilantes," Danny said with a little chuckle. Jason couldn't resist giving the boy a smirk. He felt something warm fill his chest but a cold feeling could be felt creeping up his spine. He physically shook the feeling off causing Danny to look at him, confused.

"Well. I fucking am," he replied, illiciting a bigger laugh from the kid.

"Hmm. I wonder who the other vigilantes are then. Although, I don't really care, I'm still curious to know the people behind the mask," Danny said then turned his attention to the street below. There seemed to be some pavement construction going on down there. At freaking three am? Jason didn't know why and didn't care.

"Heard about your latest stunt at the museum earlier. Where's your accomplice?" Jason asked. He didn't really care about the item they'd stolen earlier. He just hoped the little girl wasn't in any trouble but from the information provided to him by the latest case his family is working on, it seemed these kids may be more powerful than initially hypothesized.

"You have to answer a question of mine before I answer that," Danny said, a new smile creeping on his face. Jason cocked a brow at that.

"Ok… shoot," he said cautiously. He hoped it wasn't something serious because he felt that for some reason, he wouldn't be able to lie to the younger boy beside him or at least it would be difficult to perform such a task. Danny tapped a finger to his lips before smacking his fingers like he just thought of something.

"Is Batman really dating that billionaire, Bruce Wayne?" Danny asked with a shit eating grin on his face. Jason struggled. He really struggled to keep the laugh that wanted to escape from his mouth at bay. At least, the kid did not piece together the other's identity. That is if he was aware of who his father or siblings were. After his successful attempt at crushing the most embarrassing laugh he knew would haunt him for the rest of his life, he took a deep breath. In and out.

"No. I assure you. Those two aren't romantically involved. Why do you ask?" Jason responded with his own question. Danny waved him off.

"Ellie was arguing with me about it. I wanted to squash the argument quickly. To me, it was obvious Bruce had eyes for that Superman fellow," Danny replied after he crossed his arms to show the seriousness of his response. Jason looked up to the foggy sky and asked, silently, whichever God was listening to give him strength to keep his composure and not laugh so hard and end up throwing himself off the roof in the process. He really didn't want to die again and worse, not in front of the kid. That would be beyond embarrassing. Danny placed a hand on his shoulder and nodded his head in an attempt to soothe, like he could read Jason's mind and knew exactly what he was thinking about. God, he wished Damian was here to witness the question being asked, he wondered if he'd fling himself or Danny off the ledge if he was here to hear this.

"Ok kid. Where's the little troublemaker?" Jason asked again. He didn't bother brushing the Superman issue at all. Danny scoffed at the topic change.

"Hah. She said she needed to look into something and left immediately," Danny said while waving his hand as if to dismiss Jason's worries. The kid turned his attention back to the street below.

"And you're not worried?" Jason asked, not even trying to hide the concern in his voice. Danny pulled his attention away from below and looked at Jason.

"She's fine. She can always find me if she needs me or call me when needed. We may be young but we're not helpless. You'll find out eventually, during our meeting coming soon. That is, if you are coming that is," Danny said with an edge of expectation to his voice. He looked at Jason curiously. It appeared he really wanted Jason to go to their little group meeting. He wondered if Ellie shared the same sentiment but judging by her temperament he observed at their last 'get together' it seemed like both the kids' interests were aligned.

"Stop with the Lil puppy dog eyes. I still haven't decided," Jason spoke. He stretched out a hand and ruffled the kids' hair. The kid smacked his hand away and pouted at him. So cute. Still, Jason wondered why exactly he felt calm around this kid. Like a cool sensation would just wash over him and he felt that he had to please or maybe attend to the boy for some reason. He retracted his hand back and squinted at the kid.

"What?" Danny asked with scrunched brows. Seemed like the boy noticed Jason's shift in mood.

"Nothing. It's just…" Jason started but cut himself to rub a hand to his face.

"What? Whaaaaaaaat?" Danny said before landing a playful punch to Jason's shoulder. Jason just scoffed in reply and placed his hand on his lap.

"It's just… there's this strange feeling I get when I'm around you. It's very peculiar and I didn't get it from your lil sister but from you… I feel this strange sensation come over me. Ugh, this feels weird to say," Jason explained, a little embarrassed about the confession. However, Danny seemed to understand what he meant and even looked like he could give clarity on the topic.

"Oh! I know what it is," the younger kid said with a silly grin on his face.

"Really now? Do explain it to the audience," Jason asked with a raised brow. Danny shook his head.

"Nuh uh! The audience will have to attend the meeting to get more information. So for now this guy's lips are sealed and secure like nuke codes," Danny said. Jason scoffed again at the little twerp's behavior.

"So you're gonna keep me on my toes and blueball me until I decide to join your little club?" Jason asked, exasperated. Danny motioned that his lips were sealed with his hand and earned a punch to his shoulder.

"Maybe if you tell me a bit more about the city, I'll give you a little hint," Danny answered cheekily. And that was what Jason did.

They spent the time admiring the city below as Jason explained how things usually went down in Gotham. That was until, to Jason's surprise, Danny's head snapped to the side away from Jason. It seemed like he saw something ahead Jason couldn't even see.

"I have to go now Jason. Hope to see you soon," Danny said hastily and got up on the ledge and began walking to the other end of the building. Jason got up, placed the helmet back on his head and followed the kid.

"Where are ya headed too?" he asked him once the kid reached the end, Jason trailing behind carefully.

"Someone wants to talk," was all Danny said before leaping off the building. Jason yelped in surprise and ran to the edge to look down below where he expected the kid to have fallen. There he saw nothing below but the beginning of where the road construction was happening. He looked around again. Left and right. Up and down but there was no sign of the kid to be seen. He just vanished along with the strange sensation with him.

"Fucking hell. It's freaking three a.m," he said with a shake of his head.

He was going home now. No more detours.

It was 4 a.m. once he got home.

"Ok. We don't have all day, Spell Devil or should I say: Sean Gallagher," one of the detectives across from him said with a barely concealed mocking tone. He was sitting next to a female detective which seemed bored out of her mind and looked like she really didn't want to be there. Fine, Spell Devil could ignore her presence for the time being.

Spell Devil eyed the man curiously. From the stench of the man's breath, he could tell this was one of those down on their luck deadbeat drunk cops who looked down on people like him as if a rotten cop wasn't cut from the same cloth as he was. If you asked Spell Devil though, he would say a distinguished person like himself was cut from a finer cloth than any of these riff-raffs could ever afford or would be able to get their hands on in any lifetime.

"Where's my attire, cretin?" he asked the officer while holding eye contact with the man. Spell Devil could see the man's eye twitch and he smiled to himself internally. Good, if this man could feel even a smidge of annoyance Spell Devil felt right now, Spell Devil would be more than satisfied to stay in this dump for a little while. He could not believe they got him this stinky grey t-shirt and black sweatpants that have seen better days.

"So that's how it's gonna be, Sean?" the man said with a sneer to his lips. He seemed to have realized Spell Devil hated that name but Spell Devil won't give him the satisfaction of a reaction. All he did as a response was tilt his head with a small smile to his face and gained an irritated look from the detective.

"And my own clothes?" he asked with a bored look after they stared at each other tensely for a while.

"Well," the detective began as he leaned back into his chair. "It's evidence. So we have to keep it. No matter how ridiculous it is," he finished with a smirk.

"I see. Then I have nothing to say," he replied and turned his face to one of the walls of the interrogation room.

"Fine. Be that way. We'll just keep you here at the station till you're ready to talk or till when one of the Bats comes for a lil session for you or until Arkaham asylum's ready for you," the detective said haughtily. "Take him to one of the holding cells. I've got some other perps to question. Maybe they'd be worth my time,"

With that, the bored-out-of-her-mind woman got up, released his cuffs from the table, stood him up and reclapsed them behind his back. Before they left the room altogether, Spell Devil made sure to give the man a cocky smile and he was given an annoyed sneer by the pig.

Once he was placed in a holding cell, cuffs off, with a little bench he could sleep on, he took his seat peacefully and began to think of his options. He needed to get his suit back immediately but he wasn't sure how he could do that with as little interference as possible. He'd scored that suit from a battle he had fought and won with a nasty demon he had summoned long ago in his late teens. He was able to use the spell to preserve the beast's hide and then used it to make material for his costume. It helped to serve as a conduit to aid his magic and he wasn't sure he could leave this place with much finesse without it. He stared at the booking officer that sat on a desk a few feet from him. The lady eyed him with a suspicious look from time to time but didn't utter a word to him much to Spell Devil's relief. What wasn't to his relief though was that she was too far away for him to enchant and from the way she behaved around him, it would be hard to enchant anyway without the man killing her in the casting process. He blames his ever growing magical strength. He needed that suit and quickly.

You see, Spell Devil came from a family of homo magi on his mother's side of the family, the Morains. His father was the only known homo magi on his own side of the family, the Gallaghers and married his mother due to their shared 'magical connection' (or so they claimed). His family always had great expectations for Spell Devil's magical abilities but when he'd slain that demon at the age of seventeen, their expectations became wariness. They were scared of him, of course. Who wouldn't be when faced with great power. Well, they were right to be wary because one day, when he was nineteen, he'd lost control of his power for the first time in his life and burned down half of the estate that belonged to his family.

They said it was for him to learn better control so he was cast out to live with one of his maternal uncles in order for him to learn some but Spell Devil wasn't the one to be trifled with so he expertly left the man's abode after one week of his stay there. After denouncing the name, Sean Gallagher, he spent his time robbing gangsters and regular civilians to get by on the streets of Gotham. Eventually, he was tracked down by his maternal great great grandmother, Keane, who looked way too good for her age and was asked if he wanted to study further under her tutelage. Of course he did. He later found out that she siphoned off mystical energy from the several curses placed upon Gotham to keep herself younger and she taught him how to use the demon's hide he kept in a magic pouch to make great and useful material for their magic practice. Once he learnt everything he could from her, he bested her in a magical battle, won and took his leave of Gotham to learn from or defeat magical entities from other dimensions and he took their stuff as trophies from his battles. Mostly low level demons and fae like creatures or sometimes fellow homo magi. He was still in contact with his Great great grandmother from time to time but they hadn't seen each other ever since their last battle. Now he was back in Gotham, at the age of twenty-five, to make big money with his abilities and gather useful mythical artifacts to power himself up. He didn't expect to be stopped by some deceivingly young looking entity of death which caught him unaware during his last stint.

He swore he would get his revenge, he won't let some silly creature get the best of him for a second time. He was the spell Devil after all. There was no spell he couldn't cast to bind even the most pesky of creatures. For the love of God, he was preparing to challenge Lucifer anyway, he couldn't let one damned creature of death do him in before he even sent his letter of challenge. Heck, he hadn't even gotten his chance to face this city's spirit yet. He needed to rethink his plans now and get his head out of the water as soon as possible.

Still, he needed his suit, as much as it helped him control his magical powers, it also cloaked him from the amount of enemies he had made during the years gone by. If wasn't careful while attempting his escape from this dreaded station, he might leave a powerful magical signature behind and end up being caught lacking by some vengeful fae or something worse. That was why he allowed himself to be manhandled by the brutes of this place that called themselves policemen. He could've used his magical powers to quickly escape but some spells like teleportation require focus and time and by the time he decided to cast first transportation spell without his suit on, he might be stacked mid-cast by some crazy demon that's been waiting to get its revenge on him for his past transgressions. He usually doesn't leave the demon's alive once he defeats them but those creatures are the sneakiest bunch known to the world and would usually escape his grasp once they realized the human they were challenged by was no easy squeeze.

A jangle of keys brought him out of his musings as he lifted up his head to meet the face of a young police officer who was looking at him weirdly from behind the jail bars. The man quickly turned away from him and a slight blush crept across his neck and cheek after the motion.

Oh?

So it wasn't a weird look. It was that look. Spell Devil could use that to his advantage. He looked at the officer's name tag on the man's shirt, M. Kellerman. He looked to be about a year or two younger than Spell Devil and also looked to be new to his job here at the station. Spell Devil could really work with that. He leaned back a bit more against the wall and eyed the man hungrily. Kellerman turned to look at him and quickly turned his head back, his blush even more noticeable than before. So it wasn't gonna be that easy, huh? After an hour or so, Spell Devil got up and slowly made his way to the bars of the cell and leaned on the bars with a longing look at the man from behind said bars. He just needed the man to stare into his eyes for five seconds. Five seconds and he could work his charm spell on the guy effectively. Kellerman eventually gave in to his attempts to get the man's attention. Once their eyes met, Spell Devil made sure to give the man the greatest flirty look he could conjure and bam! The man was staring into his eyes like a puppy looking at a bone. With a quick spell spoken under his breath, Kellerman's eyes flashed red for a second before returning to its normal dark brown hue and that was the indication Spell Devil needed to know the spell worked. Be motioned for the man to come closer and Kelleman did obligingly with no hesitation. Spell Devil had him stop a feet or two away just so that he could whisper effectively to the man without drawing too much suspicion.

"What time does she leave for a break?" Spell Devil asked Kellerman in a low whisper.

"She leaves in seven minutes," Kellerman whispered monotonously, the effect of the charm but Spell Devil wouldn't complain as long as he got his results.

"Everything good, Kellerman?" the lady at the desk asked suddenly, grabbing both men's attention. She had a soft look on her face as she looked at the other officer, waiting for a reply.

"Nothing, m'am. I'm fine," Kellerman replied and was met with the lady's scrunched up brow. Obviously, she noticed there was something wrong with his tone but it seemed like she wasn't going to press any further since he stated he was fine.

"Alright dear," she gave him a warm smile, eyed Spell Devil coldly then went back to her paperwork. Spell Devil would've scoffed at that loudly but he didn't want to bring her attention back to them anytime soon.

Eventually, her break time came and she promptly stood up and mentioned to Kellerman that she would be back in ten minutes. Good, that was more than enough time for him to get his plan on effectively.

"Come closer," he commanded the officer once the lady was out of sight. Kellerman came closer and Spell Devil pulled him close so that he could grab onto both sides of the man's face. The man was taller than him so he had to pull Kellerman's face down to meet his own. "I need your saliva and blood," Spell Devil stated and was replied with the man's stiff nod. He pulled the man closer and mashed their lips together, biting into the man's lower lip to draw somebody into his mouth. Their faces pressed against the cold cell bars didn't deter Spell Devil from his task and he was able to relax once the bars warmed up due to their contact. You see, Spell Devil had learnt over the years that lots of things can be used as conduits to help him suppress his magical signature, cast spells and even summon powerful creatures. He'd first learnt this from Keane to make his suit but he'd also learnt more about it from several people and creatures he'd met through his journey. This particular trick he'd learnt from a rogue gang of succubi and incubi who had escaped hell and used humans to hide themselves and grow powerful through human servants. Once he defeated several members of this gang, in exchange to leave them alone, they taught him this technique with lots of practice of course. The leader of the gang, Ailon, had thought he wouldn't be able to actually put it to use since he wasn't an incubus but was quickly shut up once Spell Devil proved to him that he was very very wrong in that assumption. He wasn't able to use it as effectively like his demon instructors but he was by far better than any other human who had tried to learn this technique in the past.

Kellerman, for some reason deepened the kiss even further, making Spell Devil's head feel fuzzy for a bit before he remembered what he was trying to do and focused while still in the entanglement. He forced himself to consciously cast a spell that used the hidden mana reserves of Kellerman as a base for his magic and pulled on some of that reserve in his body. Most humans who are not homo magi don't have any mana or magical particles in them to perform magic but there were a few that did have more than average but those were mostly tied to things like blood and other bodily fluids produced by such persons. That was why, sometimes, people would summon demon's easily using blood rituals when they barely had any magical spark in them. That was also how succubi and incubi made their bank once they traveled the boundaries of hell to steal energy from their human target.

Kellerman, had more mana than the average and Spell Devil could bet that this man probably had some kind of witch in his family lineage that probably boosted the mana in his family tree. Once he was done pulling the required mana he needed for his plan, he tried to push the taller man off his face but was met with some resistance from Kellerman. Really what was going on? He managed to pull the man off his face completely and was met with a confused smirk on the younger guy's face. Kellerman had a hand rubbing Spell Devil's Neck affectionately, Spell Devil hadn't noticed it was there before. What exactly was going on with the officer? Was this the work of the spell or something else? Spell Devil didn't want to know. He needed to get out of there ASAP. He wiped off the blood spilling slowly from Kellerman's lower lip. They were both breathing heavily from the previous interaction.

"Get me the keys and release me," he said and the man went to the desk, got the cell keys and opened the cell door. "Where's my suit?" Spell Devil asked before wiping his lip off blood and saliva.

"It's in the evidence room," Kellerman replied and pointed in the direction of the evidence room.

"And the room where the camera feed goes to?" Spell Devil asked as he pointed at the camera facing his previous cell.

"Down the hall to the left of the evidence room," Kellerman replied, eyes staring into Spell Devil's soul. Spell Devil ignored the look.

"Good," was all he said as he turned to face the evidence room's direction. He'd get his suit then destroy the camera feed and save his dignity and that of Officer Kellerman as a form of thanks for his assistance then he'd finally teleport out of here without any more hiccups.

Right as he was about to make his way to execute his plan, he paused at the lady's desk and stared at a notepad and pen she had laid on there. He picked up the pen and scribbled a note down on the notepad. After tearing out the little page, he cast a small concealment enchantment on it, walked over to Kellerman and placed the note in his left breast pocket.

"You won't remember this but call me once you get the note," he said before casting a concealment spell on himself using Kellerman's mana and walked off to continue his plans on leaving the station.

Bruce wanted to strangle something. Not someone. Just some-thing.

Maybe one of those plush cats Selina got for him sometime ago. She might not like that if she ever comes back to the manor to find them deformed. Maybe something else. He didn't even think about squeezing the Batman ones Damian won for him (or the ones the other kids won for Damian which Damian still gave to his father). Fine, that left the Superman plushie Clark forced upon him a few months ago. If it were anything like who it was modeled after then it would be suitable for taking Bruce's hits. Dick was supposed to have a talk with him about something he had concerns with but he took a raincheck on that talk and left Bruce in aggravating curiosity and confusion. He would have to squeeze the Superman plushie extra hard once he finds it.

Bruce decided to focus back on the current case again.

For a bunch of kids who just found their way into Gotham, they seemed to be thriving so well in their criminal pursuits and Bruce was having a hard time figuring out what exactly those pursuits are meant for. Not only were the kids hard to identify for the time, now there was a bunch of confusing information to sort through and one of their star witnesses was out of the picture for God knows how long. And now, their latest villain just escaped the custody of the police before anyone of the Batfamily could even interrogate him. At least they had his name, for all that was worth. He pinched the bridge of his nose before letting out a huge sigh.

"Do you need some advil father?" Damian, who was sketching something on a sofa close-by, asked him. He had stopped what he was doing at the time to look at his father curiously.

"No, son. What I need is clarity," Bruce replied with a shake of his head. He was sitting at his desk while he contemplated their most recent and ongoing case which was bringing up more questions than answers as the investigation went on.

"Don't we all," Tim said from next to Damian. He was wrapped like a burrito with an orange blanket while hunching his back with a horrendous posture as he fiddled around with his tablet. Bruce really wanted to say something about his posture but since the boy had been getting much more sleep than ever before as of late, he decided to let him have his weirdly shaped spinal position for the time being. Damian scoffed at the older boy next to him then continued on with his sketching.

A notification popped up on the screen of the laptop in front of Bruce and much to his delight, it was from Zatanna. The delight quickly vanished once he opened it and read that she was going to cancel the consult she agreed with Bruce on for their mischievous duo kids case (apparently, she had to follow a lead on Faust who had stolen some old spellbook). Once the delight was completely out of view, irritation quickly took its place as Bruce got to the part where she mentions referring the case to Constantine and that the man was more than available to help at the moment. Bruce slapped a hand to his face. Did he really have to call him? The man annoys him just as much as Bruce seems to annoy the conman too.

"Seems like Zatanna's busy. She referred us to Constantine," Bruce announced to his two present boys. Damian scoffed and continued his work while Tim groaned into his tablet.

"No. Please. I can't do it with that guy," Tim complained like a little kid. Damian gave his older brother one of his nastiest side eyes before shaking his head and continuing his sketch.

"It's not that serious, Drake. He'll just come over, work some magic and then head over to whatever bar that he hasn't been banned from, to wallow in," Damian said before smiling at his piece. He seemed to be happy with its outcome and Bruce wanted to see what exactly he was sketching at the moment.

"Ugh. That's not what I'm upset about, Dami," Tim said before groaning again. It was at that moment that Bruce realized he had been missing something from this conversation. Damian noticed his father's confused look and decided to gift his father the answer, much to Bruce's gratitude.

"Ah. Drake is upset because of the way the warlock always seems to ogle you, father," Damian explains. Bruce's eyes went wide at the statement and if he were drinking something at that particular moment, it would've drenched the papers on his desk along with the computer he was working with. Fine, he was aware that the man did seem to be… admiring him when they worked together from time to time but he never imagined his kids noticing or if they did, he never thought they'd bring it up in front of him. Ok, maybe Jason but not the rest of his brood.

"Oh. I see," Bruce replied finally after a moment of silence. Tim clicked his tongue unexpectedly. That was Damian's thing and surprising to see on Tim, even the younger boy raised a brow to his older brother's behavior.

"Urgh! You don't understand. He basically eyefucks Bruce everytime he comes here. It's so weird to see. No offense Bruce," Tim began hotly then quickly deflated when he got to his last sentence. Bruce blinked rapidly at him before regaining composure and replying to the boy.

"None taken,"

"I'll try getting Raven or even Madame Xanadu. Wait, I've heard Sebastian has been moving around a lot lately. I could pull some strings to get him to consult?" Tim said hopefully. "Anything but the bedroom-eyed blondie, puh-lease,"

"Well, it's just to be expected. Father is a handsome man after all," Damian said while neatly tearing out a page from his sketchbook. Bruce blushed at the comment. He was used to strangers and non-family members telling him such things but hearing it from his own son made his ego feel a bit more inflated. Damian got up and walked over to Bruce before placing the sheet on the man's desk. Bruce smiled and looked over the sketch. There was a big drawing in the center of Bruce looking intently at his computer while there were little sketches of Bruce with various expressions that surrounded the bigger drawing. At the edge of the page though there was one small sketch of a wrapped up Tim. Very cute.

"Thank you Damian. It's beautiful," Bruce said with a warm smile as he put the paper carefully in one of his barely used drawers. He'll have to get it framed later but for now, he'll leave it where he can reach easily and look at it from time to time.

"You are welcome father," Damian said before turning to walk away from the desk. "I'm going to tend to my animals now," he said while heading towards the door. Bruce was a bit sad to see him go but he couldn't let that show on his face. Once he got to the door he paused with a hand at the door handle before turning slightly to face Bruce. "And I think father should use the man's attraction to him as an advantage. Just make sure to use protection if things get serious. I personally prefer Kyle now or maybe even mother but anything is better than Dick's 'OTP'. I don't want to suddenly become brothers with Kent," he stated before leaving the room and leaving Bruce speechless at his desk. He blinked several times before turning his attention to a now barely concealed laughing Tim.

"Just leave," Bruce said, head now in his palms. He could hear the kid unwrapping himself from the blanket while snickering.

"Don't forget to add tomorrow's morning board meeting to your schedule. I don't wanna be there alone," Tim said before leaving the room, chuckling at Bruce's anguish. He doesn't blame his kids at all. He blames himself and the life he'd led up to this point. Still, he should consider Tim's alternatives. He was so used to working with Constantine or Zatanna or even Dr Fate recently that he forgot there were other magic users with less baggage he could ask for consultation. Even the Phantom Stranger would be much appreciated but he only seems to appear on his own schedule. Though, if he did get that man's help, Zatanna might actually wring his neck for working with the man. He has heard the complaints and he doesn't want to hear anymore of them. Seemed like they were beefing now and he didn't even want to know why.

Suddenly, a strange cold feeling could be felt at the back of his neck and he felt this urge to look at some cases that were on the bat computer down in the cave. What was it? Maybe he was forgetting something or maybe if he looked through the cases, he'd figure out something he'd never noticed before. He made his way to the door but then paused. What exactly was he doing? He needed to finish up some work from the company he owns and funds all of his ventures. Both secret and not. He could always check on his cases later. There was no need to rush to do that now. He needed to send something to Lucius before nighttime and didn't have time to peruse the batcomputer at the moment. He quickly went back to his desk and opened his computer to continue his work.

The cold feeling persisted but eventually went away much to Bruce's satisfaction. He wondered if he needed to get the ventilation checked or maybe a medical checkup was due. He would think about that later. For now, he had more urgent work to do.

Charlie gulped.

It was time for her to approach their club president, Florence Melton.

She was the most active member of the club (that's why she's the president) and has fought for the rights of the club the most out of anyone (she's the president, of course she does). Lots of teachers and even the principal didn't take them seriously at first but there was a particular event that they were attacked by a rogue magic user at school and Florence Melton, the absolute menace that she was, was able to conjure up a white tiger familiar to protect them from danger. A part of their school ceiling was about to collapse onto Charlie, some other students and some staff members during the attack but then Florence stepped in with her familiar and was able to save them from the falling debris. From then on, the girl had gained the respect of several staff members, the vice principal and even the Principal. She even made the paper and caught the attention of the bats. Of course, she has yet to be able to figure out how to summon the familiar again but that one demonstration of her abilities kept the Occult Club afloat at their school for the time being.

However, although the club gained some respect from staff members at the school, most of the students found the club creepy and eerie and a lot of students tended to stay away from club members whenever possible. That didn't deter Charlie though. With her grandmother's death and that display of power Florence showed during the attack, Charlie was more in awe and decided that she should join the club and see what it was all about. Of course, they didn't let her in so easily but once she presented her grandmother's old spellbook, she was let in easily but was still in the low ranks of the club.

Now, Charlie had to approach Florence for that same book because if she didn't, she was screwed. Totally screwed beyond any form of reasoning. Like a literal manner of life and death. Most especially that death part. She couldn't even think about how to respond to Aaron's confession from earlier. That Danielle girl caught her lacking in the middle of the night and set her with an almost impossible task. She knew what she was planning may not work out as planned but she still had to try for the life of her.

She gripped onto her necklace as she waited for their weekly club meeting to finish and she waited some more till when Florence's admirers finished talking the girls' ear off and finally decided to leave the room. That left Charlie, Veera May (vice president) and Florence left in the room. Both the VP and president seemed to be deep in a serious conversation and didn't seem to notice Charlie's Presence at all.

"Umm. Excuse me, sorry to interrupt. Can I talk to you, privately?" Charlie said after she approached the pair carefully. Veera eyed her inquisitively until Florence raised a hand to tell the VP to calm down.

"Yes you can," Florence said and Veera took the queue to leave but not without giving Charlie a nasty look before she was gone. What the hell was her problem? Charlie still sighed in relief though. Now it was only her and the president left.

"Thank you," Charlie said as she straightened herself up. She was about to talk to someone she wasn't sure even knew of her existence.

"Charlie Ramírez, was it?" Florence asked and Charlie's mind went blank.