Rated T for light cursing and the fact that I'm incredibly paranoid. I'll finish if it reviews well. I'm now going to go bash my head into a wall for not making this longer.

It's all about chance. Like winning the lottery, or getting struck by lightning. It was by chance that reality decided to throw a curveball that night. What are the odds that Jason happened to be staking out the same alleyway as me? That at the same time Tim decided to pop by to ask for help taking down Ivy, because she's annoying as hell to take out alone. Alfred hates cleaning all the pollen and sap. Or that Damian was making sure that "Drake wasn't plotting against me with your aide" (his words, not mine.). Personally, I think Damian was just bored and lonely, not that I'd ever admit that to his face. So when Black Mask and Two-Face met to negotiate territory, we all reacted at once. Jason went for Black Mask. Old grudges die hard. Tim judged his lackeys as the biggest threat and he and Damian both lunged for them. Whether they like it or not, they fight well together. When they're not fighting each other, that is. A shot from Mask's gun hit Jay's thigh and I gave Black Mask a concussion in return. We all turned to Two-Face, who proceeded to flip a coin. "Sorry boys, not the fight we're looking for." He said as he and his body guards proceeded to back down the alley. Damian tensed for a fight. "Leave him," I say, "He's not worth it. We've got bigger problems." Damian glances over at Jason's leg, which is now bleeding profusely. "I don't need your help 'Nightwing'." Jason says with malice. I sigh. "Don't murder me for this later". Jason barely has enough time to utter "Whu-?" before I knock him out cold with a syringe of anesthetic.

I narrowly duck the various medical items thrown at my head. "Who do you think you are!"Jason yells. "The person who saved your life?" More ducking. "I would think you would be more grateful, Todd. Personally I would just rather end your worthless life and save a whole lot of trouble, but Grayson disagrees." Damian huffs. "Not the time, brat." Tim warns. "Yet you get all the time in the world to whine about your problems Drake." Damian impersonates Tim in his best high-pitched, annoying voice. "Why doesn't the Brown girl love me? Even though I'm clearly not a match for a woman of her stature, she should lower her standards to the irksome Neanderthal that is me."
"I do not sound like that!"
"I do not sound like that!"
"Could you be more immature right now?"
"Could you be more immature ri-"
"Can you two lovebirds take this little argument elsewhere?" Jason says angrily, causing them both to turn their bat-glares on him menacingly. "Unless you want your life in danger again Jay, I suggest you not make them angry." I warn. "I don't need advice from you, Dickie-bird." He retorts. "Jay? Dickie-bird?" Tim laughs. Then Jason gets this look, one I know well. The look that means he's about to do something evil. "At least Jay isn't as bad as Timmy or Dami." One, Two, Three... "What was that Todd?" "Timmy, Jason? You are so dead!" Then I start snickering and everyone turns to me. "Brucie." I reply in a fit of laughter. Tim starts giggling and even Damian's wall cracks. Jason just smiles. Whether or not he acknowledges it, this will always be his home.