"Do we really have to go to the stupid benefit?" whined an upset Jason Todd. Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian were all currently sitting around, discussing the Gotham Police benefit they had been invited to. Even though none of them particularly wanted to go, they had to. They were Wayne's. Just as Dick was about to tell Jason that, yes, they did, in fact, have to go, a loud knocking noise came from the front door, followed by a shout.

"DAMIAN!" shouted a whining voice that the youngest Wayne recognized as Icy. "Open u- oh, well never-mind." Said Icy as the Wayne children heard the lock on their door click open and six children—who were all familiar to both Damian and Dick, stumbled in. Dick saw the one he recognized as Lucifer stuck a lock pick in his pocket. Jason and Tim saw it to, judging from the way Tim's expression changed from bored to scandalized and Jason grinned like a mad man. Dick simply raised an eyebrow but decided not to question it, for now.

"Damian, Damian, Damian, Damian, Damian!" exclaimed Icy, ever the hyper one, while running up and tackling the slightly shorter boy to the couch he was sitting on. Tim's expression changed once again—this time to amused—as the girl pinned down the current robin.

"You're on top of me." Growled out Damian, sounding agitated.

"Astute observation." Grinned Flem as he walked over to the couch Damian was pinned to.

"I hate you all." Stated the son of Bruce Wayne.

"Nah, you love us." Shrugged Lucifer as he ruffled the perturbed boy's messy head of black hair.

None of the children seemed bothered by the fact that three of the most powerful people in Gotham were staring at them like they were a new species. But in some way, they were. Come on, Damian having friends who felt this comfortable around him? It was ludicrous.

"Damian. You have to come with us. Right. Now." Commanded Icy dangerously, staring deeply into Damian's eyes as if she was trying to use mind control on him.

"Why?" questioned Damian, unfazed.

"'Cause we're all going to the Frozen movie sing a long or I'm gonna die!" exclaimed Icy, shaking the boy under her frantically.

"I can't." stated Damian simply, his voice leaving no room for discussion.

But Missy, being Missy, totally ignored his tone and asked "Why can't you?"

"I have to attend a Gotham police benefit." Answered the increasingly irritated Robin.

"You can skip it Dami." Intrijected Dick. "Go play with your friends." Damian let out a low growl and bat-glared at Dick.

"So you do have a nickname… Dami." Teased Wave.

"Yeah, Dami." Hale sing-songed. "Your big brother said you could skip it."

"So get changed and let's depart!" insited the hyper blond.

"What's wrong with his clothes?" inqured an amused Tim.

"Wow." Whispered Wave staring at Tim.

"What?" asked Tim, blushing at the way the girl started at him.

"I dunno why, but… I really want to punch you." Answered the art student, stunned by how much she wanted to punch the boy she just met.

"Well finally someone gets it outside of this house!" exclaimed Jason, overjoyed. "About time."

Tim frowned and stared back at the girl staring at him.

"Okay, so, let's just wrap up this awkward moment—thanks for making one Wave—and go get you clothes." said Flem stepping between Wave and Tim's paths of vision and pushing Icy off of Damian.

With that the seven teens departed to Damians room.

"I like them." Smiled Jason, while Tim glared at him.

"One of them said they wanted to punch me!" argued Tim.

"Punch. No ed. The brunett one wants to punch you, present tense, Timmy." Pointed out Dick, his mind else where.

"Hey! Wait a sec!" blurted Jason "Why can Damian skip and I can't?"

"Because I, little wing, am the oldest and what I say goes." Smiled Dick.

Jason grunted, obviously displeased with the statement.

Damian came down a few seconds later, now wearing black sneakers, dark blue skinny jeans, and a red hoodie that had cat ears and even a tail on it. Jason opened his mouth to say something—probably make fun of his youngest sibling—but Dick clamped his hand over his mouth before he could make a sound.

"That is so cute! Timmy, take a picture!" squealed Dick in a hushed tone.

"Oh, I'm way ahead of you." Smirked Tim. Because the very first thing that had come to mind seeing Damian dressed like that was one word: blackmail.

"Frozen! Frozen! Frozen!" chanted Icy, skipping to the door while dragging an amused Flem after her by his wrist.

"Have fun!" called Dick as the children departed.

"Try not to die!" called Jason.

"But it's okay if you do." whispered Tim to himself as the children walked away.

At the movie theater, normal P.O.V.

"I'm never going back, the past is in the past!" Icy sang along loudly with the words on the screen of the movie theater. Wave looked over to where her friend was sitting and chuckled, elbowing Flem to alert him to the aborableness that was ensuing. Wave and Flem looked over to Damian and almost laughed. The serious, dangerous, principal biting Damian Wayne, was staring at the movie theater screen like it was a dream come true. They were sure that the oldest one of their friends brothers would want a picture if he were here.

"You like it?" asked Lucifer with a slight smirk, already knowing the answer.

"It's wonderful." Damian stated it like he was saying a history fact that everyone should know, like George Washington was the first president of the united states.

Missy smirked at her friends response as she countinued to softly sing the words on the screen.

At Wayne Manor, normal P.O.V.

"That sucked." complained Jason as the three wards of Bruce Wayne walked back in there front door.

"I know. I got that from the 10,000 times you said it in the limo." grunted an irritated Tim, tired of hearing his technical brother complain.

"Hey, play nice little bro's." teased Dick as he threw his arms around the younger black haired boys shoulders.

"Get off me, golden boy, or I'll shoot you in the foot." grouched Jason as he shrugged off Dicks arm.

"With what? The rubber bullets you use now?"

"Oh, replacement hit a sore spot, well, replacement, you, replacement, had a hit and a miss, replacement, because I, replacement, don't give a fuck, replacement." smirked Jason, punching Tim's sore spot with a hammer. Tim bat-glared the best he could at Jason while Jason bat-glared the best he could right back.

"Why can't we all just shut up and smile?" sighed Dick.

"You were listening to Bowling For Soup in the bathroom, weren't you?" accused Jason, tauntingly.

"What gave it away?"

"You quoted the title of your favorite song, you idiot."

"Oops." shrugged Dick, knowing full well him being an absent minded idiot was the only way his younger brothers wouldn't kill each other. "Dami! We're home! Suit up, where going on patrol!" shouted Dick. But no response came.

"Damian, get down here I want to go on patrol!" whined Tim. Still, Damian didn't respond, and both Jason and Tim could see worry creeping into there brothers face.

"Hey Damian! You want to beat up the replacement with me?" shouted Jason, hopping for a response and an accuse to beat up Tim.

"Dami?" called Dick questioningly. "Damian!" shouted Dick, trying to sound more forceful. The ex- circus performer bounded up the stairs and to the end of the hall, where Damians room was. He opened it and gasped at the sight. There was only one word that could be used to discribe the sight he saw. Adorable. Purely and utterly adorable. Damian was curled up in the center of his queen size bed. Wearing pajama pants with little snowflakes covering them and the words 'Let it go!' randomly in between the flurry. His shirt, which was a few sizes to big, had a picture of a ginger girl with her hair in two braids, a hot blond girl with her hair in one braid, a blond boy with a hat on standing next to a reindeer, a boy ginger in a white coat thing, and a demented looking waving snowman. The sight was enough to make Dick coo, but that wasn't all. In Damians very plain, neat, milatary order room, on the clean, spotless, untouched wall, was a picture of the six teenagers- one with white-blond hair with blue highlights in a braid over her shoulder wearing a blue shirt with an intricet snowflake on it, a gingers girl with her hair in a braided bun wearing a shirt with the profiles of two different heads and someword written across it, another girl with her brown hair loose on her shoulders wearing a shirt with a deranged snowman on it, one boy with a sachel slung over his right shouler hanging down on his left side wearing a t-shirt with a circle of rocks on it, another boy with an easy grin on his face and a t-shirt with what appered to be song lyrics written out on it, a boy wearing a shirt that had a picture of a blond guy beating up the fancy coat ginger dude from Damians shirt, and lastly, Damian, wearing the shirt he was wearing now. Dick almost died. Then he heard a buzzing sound and realized it was from Damians black Wayne Industry cellphone- the latest model- thrown carlessly onto the floor. No one could deniye the fact that Robin was very careful with his expensive things- like his belt, his batarangs, his cape, ect.- but Damian Wayne... not so much. Dick bent down to pick it up and almost died from adorableness a second time. The phone's lock screen had messages on it reading:

From Wave

Hey Dami! Lols, that's as fun to type as it is to say, but seriously, u wanna sleepover with the gang at my apt on fri after school? There's a ScoobyDoo maranton on and we are going to watch it so. Extremely. HARD! C u tmrw at school. :)

From Icy

LET IT GO! LET IT GO! CAN'T HOLD IT BACK ANY MORE! LET IT GO! LET IT GO! THAT PERFECT GIRL IS GONE! HERE I STAND, IN THE LIGHT OF DAY! LET THE STORM RAGE ON! THE COLD NEVER BOTHERED ME ANYWAY!

From Missy

Damian, I hope you come to Wave's 'sleep over', but be warned: it's called a sleep over because we skip over sleep. Even if people really want to sleep.

From Hale

Yo, dude, I ws at the cmc bok stre and gt 1 for the graphic novel exploration or watevr and now 'm thinkin ur a cape. Just though u should knw... kid flash?

From Lucifer

I swear if you still haven't changed my contact name to Luci or at least some nickname I'm going to let myself be my name sake and stramgle you! Jk, love ya babe, see you in the morning *Makes suggestive eyebrow wiggle* ;) JK! C u in da morning sunshine! XD

From Flem

SOS an SOB is staying with me! That's right folks... DUN DUN DUN! *Thunder* *and lightning* *Oh so very frigtning* my grandma is coming to stay with me for two days and I think I might kill someone. Jsut a warning. :(

"I think I just died three times from the adorableness." Whispered Dick to himself. He walked over to Damian's bed side table and put down his phone before shaking the youngest boy awake.

"Dami, wake up!" sing-songed Dick while shaking the younger boy. "We have patrol!"

"I'm aware Greyson." said Damian while sitting up, already alert even though he just woke up.

"Then let's go to the cave and change! I wanna go!" whined the eldest child.

"I have my uniform up here."

"So change!"

"Greyson."

"Yeah Dami?"

"Get out."

Dick simply chuckled and ruffled the younger boys hair before walking out the door. He heard Damian grumble something about stupid former robins, but payed it no mind. His baby brother had friends.

On Patrol Normal P.O.V

"Scarecrow hit up an apartment building for some reason. He has live hostages, but he's put them under fear gas induced comas, basically. There are around 20 goons with him and, well, the building has 4 floors, around 7 apartments to a floor, there are maybe around three people for each, so... around, maybe... 80 hostages. Possibly 50. Depends. I need back up." the voice of Red Robin went through all three brothers cominicators.

"Do we even have that much antidote?" questioned Red Hood, but he wasn't saying they should waste another second checking before they went in. No, you could hear him taking the safety off three guns that shot rubber bullets.

"Dunno. Red Hood, take the south side. Red Robin, take the east. I'll take the north. Robin, you get the west side. Strike on my signal and not a second sooner. Everyone knows which attack plan to use?" asked Nightwing as he started graphling towards the apartment building.

"E." came the simontanious voice of the three younger brothers.

"What bugs me is that usally, scarecrow couldn't do this by himself." comment Red Robin as he got in position.

''We can figure that out later. Right now we just go for the innocents." commented Red Hood as he pointed his gun from his position.

"Now." commanded Night wing. Red Hood shot his targets dead on. Red Robin hacked into the building and alerted the police while locking down the building. Everyone rolled under the doors at the perfect time. Robin took out half the goons flawlessly. Nightwing had Scarecrow in cuffs in under 5 minutes. They had a flawless attack

At the manor Normal P.O.V

"Alright, tommorrow-scratch that- today is friday so Timmy and Dami, bed. Jason, bed. Me, bed. Cat Damian's trying to hide, bed." commanded Dick as he walked sleepily into the cave, stripping out of his bloodied and torn uniform as he walked.

"I'm not hiding a ca-"

"We all know your hiding a cat Damian, we all know it's name is snowy because it's white. I know it, Tim knows it, Dick knows it, Stephanie knows it, Cass knows it, Babs knows it, Alfred knows it, everyone knows it." Jason called, already half way up the stairs.

Wow that was long.