It had been a couple of months now since Talia had dropped Damian off on Bruce's doorstep as he saw it. He hoped that the boy, granted as violent as he was would eventually get along with his eldest son. The two had been at each other's throats ever since Damian's arrival, mostly it was Damian provoking Dick but sometimes it was the other way around. He was just glad Tim was off at college and didn't know about Damian yet.

"It is a stupid thing to do Grayson, why would anyone just open a door knowing the killer is probably on the other side!" Damian shouted at his oldest brother.

Bruce was working in his study and could hear the two coming up the hall.

"It's not stupid Damian, it's a movie!"

"It's too predictable! Besides it wasn't that scary! Show me something that would actually scare me."

"Challenge accepted. Besides I don't know what would scare you."

Damian was silent for a moment then told him. "What's the scariest movie you have?"

Down the hall Bruce stood up and went to the hallway to see the boys standing there, Dick was thinking hard while Damian was scowling at him. Bruce smirked and walked closer to them.

"To answer your question, Damian, the scariest movie we have is the Exorcist."

Frowning up at his father who was now standing beside Dick he asked. "What's an Exorcist?"

Bruce grinned at his son and told him. "It's a priest that can extract demon's from a person's body."

"How many times have you seen this Exorcist movie Father?"

Bruce glanced over at Dick before answering. "Once, but that was a long time ago, back when I was just a little older than you."

Dick tried to suppress a laugh as he told Damian. "It's the one movie that could scare the almighty Batman."

"What makes you think I am scared of that movie?"

"Could be because I asked to watch it a long time ago and you told me no, absolutely not," Dick said with amusement in his eyes.

Giving him a knowing look Bruce replied. "Tim was 12 at the time, you wanted to watch it with him and I said no."

"Damian's 11 and I am asking now, can we watch it?"

"If I said no with Tim being 12 then what are the chances I would agree with Damian being 11?"

"Caused he's a trained assassin, there's not much he hasn't already witnessed or been a part of that wouldn't even come close to the horror in that movie."

Bruce knew he had a point, Tim would be furious that he didn't get to watch it when he was this age, in fact, he hasn't ever seen it.

"Tell you what Dick, call Tim and invite him over to watch that movie with you two so there won't be any tension between any of you. I will even sit and watch it to keep you three from fighting if necessary."

"Eh, you're too much of a chicken to watch it without bolting, according to Alfred that is."

Bruce rose to the challenge that Dick was proposing. "I bet you I can sit through it."

"Till the end?"

"Yes."

Damian watched this back and forth display between his father and brother with some interest.

"Father? What was your reaction to the film back when you were a teenager?"

Looking between the two he replied carefully. "I… uh… didn't make it all the way through the movie."

"How far did you get Father?"

"About half way."

Dick laughed and told him. "I bet you can't even make it that far again."

"After all this time, fighting criminals and facing a demon on a couple of occasions I think I can handle this movie now."

"Then prove it," Dick told him flatly with his arms crossed.

"You faced a demon?"

Dick and Bruce looked down at the newest Robin and Bruce replied. "You didn't know that your grandfather was a demon?"

"Yeah, why do you think Tim calls you 'demon child', or 'spawn of Satan'?" Dick told him.

"I was aware that Grandfather was into dark magic but I didn't know he was an actual Demon."

"Yep," Dick told him.

Bruce went back to his study to call Tim, while the boys talked idly about Ra's Al Ghul.

Hours later found Bruce with his three sons sitting in the viewing room getting ready to watch The Exorcist.

He had not seen this movie in years, but he was curious to how his three boys would take this movie. So to amuse them he decided to take Dick up on his challenge and watch it.

Dick, Tim, and Damian all sat together on the couch, Bruce took up position in the overstuffed recliner beside them. Each of the boys had their own bowl of extra buttery popcorn, Alfred was given the night off so Bruce could spend quality time with his boys. Alfred was quick to comply and went to a friend's house for the night.

As they watched the film in the darkened room Dick glanced over at Bruce, there were moments where he looked nervous. His own curiosity getting the better of him he looked over at Damian who was sitting close to his father at the end of the couch. The boy seemed to be entranced into the movie.

Once the film was over Damian looked slightly pale and Bruce looked no better than his own son. Tim and Dick looked at each other evilly and then announced they were headed off to bed. Once in Dick's room, Tim turned to him.

"You got everything ready?"

"Yep and this is gonna be great," Dick told him excitedly.

"You do realize Bruce is going to kill us right?"

"Only if we get caught."

Hours later found Damian laying awake in his bed, he couldn't get the vision of the girl hovering over her bed out of his head. Or the sound of the demonic voice coming out of her mouth, every time he closed his eyes he could see the movie again. With all the horrible things he had seen growing up and here a simple horror film bothered him to the core. He was So lost in thought he at first didn't catch the sound of pounding on the wall.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He jumped up and sat straight up in bed as the banging continued. He wondered if Dick was having another nightmare? Sometimes he would lash out and hit the wall. He reasoned with himself.

Crash! Boom!

Damian heard that, and it came from the opposite wall, but then that would mean… it came from outside? Getting up he looked out his window, lightning blinded him momentarily as a crash of thunder sounded around the room. He let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.

"Get a grip, it's just a thunderstorm." Damian said softly to himself.

"Damian… oh Damian..." He heard a gravely voice say.

And that was coming from the hallway…

Going to his door he opened it slightly, the only light was from the lightning outside. He walked down the hall as a cold breeze blew past him. Shivering he said trying to keep his voice even.

"Who's there? Grayson? Drake? Father? Is that you?" He kept walking.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

The pounding was not coming from Dick's room it was further down the hall and very loud.

"Damian… I'm coming for you..." The hoarse voice said in a low whisper.

He could feel the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. He didn't recognize the voice, but it sent shivers down his spine.

He walked to the library door and turned the knob, it squeaked every so slightly as he pushed the door open. Aside from the sounds of the storm, there was nothing to find in the Library. Pulling it closed he heard it again.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

This time it was coming from directly in front of him. Inside the Library, he reopened the door and walked into the room.

"Who's there? Come out! No use hiding!" Damian said loudly, and with more confidence in his voice than he actually felt.

"You are coming with us Damian Wayne… there is no use hiding from your destiny anymore." Hoarse voice droned out.

"Stop your hiding. Come out. Now!" Damian demanded.

Suddenly a cold breeze blew around him as something began to prick at his skin. He brushed it off in a rush and tried to see in the darkness what it was. When he couldn't he tried looking for the light switch. He flipped it up only for it to remain dark in the room.

He felt something crawl across his bare feet, jumping he tried to move away but bumped into something solid, or rather someone solid. Spinning around he could see a dark figure standing taller than his own father.

"Who are you?" Damian asked, fear now evident in his voice.

Remembering that his father had statues in the library he shook it off as it being one of those instead of a person.

Hearing something buzz by his face he swatted at the darkness and said. "Get away from me!"

This time what ever it was swarmed him, there were hundreds all around him crawling on his bare feet, clinging to the exposed skin of his arms, crawling down the neck of his shirt. He kept swatting them away and saying. "Get off me!"

"Don't fight us Damian… you know you are one of us..."

Suddenly the door slammed shut. He jumped and tried to open it back up, only to be knocked to the side by a force of the wind that blew.

Then a dim light came in the form of a mist by the window, as it was taking a distorted shape Damian froze. He stared at it for what seemed like an eternity before it said with a raspy, hoarse voice.

"You will come with us Damian… Don't fight your destiny..."

"Like hell, I will!" Turning back to the door he tried once again to open it, but it simply wouldn't budge.

The prickling and crawling feeling returned to his body as the figure appeared to get closer to him. He felt the coldness of the air get even colder as the figure got closer to him.

"Oh, my child… you must know your destiny lies with us… come join us Damian..."

Panic came to his stomach as he tried once again to open the door. He began to pound and shout. "Father! Help! Grayson! Drake!"

Turning the figure was getting closer, as the air got colder… "Grayson and Drake can no longer help you now…"

He looked over in the dim lighting coming from the ghostly figure and saw the shadow of his older brother.

"Grayson?"

In a gravely voice Dick said to him. "Come Damian… join us… it's the only way..."

Once his oldest brother was close enough Damian could see his eyes were black and his skin was pure white. Turning back to the door once again he began pounding harder. "Father! Help! it's got, Grayson!"

An evil laugh came from the depths of Dick's throat as he said to him. "Oh, my dear boy… Bruce can't help you… after all… we had to have a sacrifice..."

Fear was now overflowing his senses as he redoubled his efforts to get the door opened, this couldn't be true. His father wasn't dead!

He tried to remember if there was another exit in the room, he never remembered seeing one. With all the secret passages in the Manor, he knew there had to be one somewhere in this room. He raced from the door and tried to run along the rows of books to find something that he could either use as a weapon or an escape route.

"Damian… Don't run from your destiny..." He turned to see Dick getting closer to him. He could fight him if he wanted. But if he couldn't win a fight against Dick under normal circumstances what were his chances now? Knowing he would not win a fight with him Damian kept his search up. He found a vent near the floor. Judging by its size he knew he could fit, he just didn't know where it would lead.

He pried it open and crawled in without looking back. He made a few turns before finding another room to get too. He saw a large bed and a figure laying in it, Bruce. Pushing the vent open he climbed out and raced to his father's side.

He jumped on the bed and shouted. "Father! Father wake up! We need to get out of here! Something has Grayson and I don't know where Drake is!"

When the lump on the bed began to move he was horrified to see that it was the ghostly face of Tim, his eyes were black and he smiled at him with yellow teeth shining between lightning flashes.

"Hello Damian… Join us… don't flee your destiny my child"

Screaming he jumped off the bed and threw open the door to run directly into Dick, he jumped back just as Tim came up behind him.

"Don't run from us Damian… come, join us..."

"No!" Damian said as he darted quickly between the door frame and Dick. He raced down the hall to the stairs, from there he raced to Bruce's study and made his way to the Batcave's secret entrance. He pulled the pendulum down and opened the concealed door. Without looking back he raced down the cold, stone steps.

"Father? Pennyworth? Are you down here?" He looked around frantically, then he remembered that Alfred wasn't home. He didn't see the Batmobile where it was normally parked, he turned when he could hear the sounds of scraping coming from the top of the steps.

He ran for the massive coin that was down there and hid behind it. Peaking out he saw Dick and Tim come down the steps, he couldn't tell if it was his imagination but it looked as though they were floating.

As the two searched for Damian the roar of an engine in the distance could be heard. Damian was relived to know his father was back.

He could feel something crawl up his back and he swatted it away. He looked up when the cool air turned cold again and he saw his two brothers standing over his crouched form.

"This is your last chance Damian… join us..."

He saw the Batmobile park and he turned back to his brothers. "NO!"

He made a mad dash for the Batmobile just as Batman emerged from it. Wrapping his arms around his father's waist he said. "Your back!"

Batman put his gloved hand on his frightened son's head and said. "What's wrong Damian?"

He looked around the cave and spotted his older sons trying to hide behind the large coin.

"Really? Timothy Drake. Dick Grayson. Front and center. NOW!" He said in his Batman voice as Tim calls it.

Both 'ghosts' walked over to stand in front of Batman. Damian was still nervous and hid behind Batman's cape. Bruce glared at his older sons and said.

"So how many times did you scare him?"

Dick looked sheepishly up at their father and said. "Several, we just couldn't help it Bruce! I mean for once the kid wasn't trying to scare us! It was great!"

Bruce didn't miss the cockiness in the young man's voice. Letting out a slow angry breath he told him. "I suggest you two clean up any messes you made, then go to bed. we will discuss this in the morning. I will not tolerate you scaring your brother half to death, you know how I feel about vengeance."

Tim frowned and told him. "But Bruce!"

"Don't push my buttons tonight Tim, just don't. I said go to bed and I mean now

The two didn't move for the longest time as Damian scowled up at them and asked. "Father, did you know what they were doing?"

"No, I knew they were still up when I left though doing something with the projector in the Library but other than that I had no idea what they were up to."

Dick and Tim chuckled slightly and Dick told him. "Dami, that was for all the times you have freaked us out or been rude to us."

Growling Damian leaped from behind Batman's cape and tackled Dick to the ground in mock rage. "Do that again Grayson and I will personally end you!"

Damian landed a semi-painful blow to Dick's chest and looked up at Tim. "Don't you dare try and go to sleep! You are so dead!"

Tim laughed and told him. "We had you good! I loved how you thought I was Bruce in bed. I loved that! Or when you tried to open the door! You know… if you had just reached under the doorknob and unlocked it you wouldn't have had to go through the vent!"

Damian got off of Dick and punched Tim in the stomach. Still laughing Tim told him. "Easy there killer, you know we were just messing with you."

The blow hadn't hurt him, he knew there was no fight left in Damian after that massive scare they just gave him. Bruce chuckled at his boys and said. "Alright, off to bed, all of you."

He watched as they all walked to the stairs, he didn't miss how Damian walked far behind the other two. That movie had bothered him more than he thought it would, he thought doing a patrol alone would help, but evidently, he should have taken Damian with him. Then he wouldn't have been victim of two 'demons'.

After changing into pajamas again he climbed the stairs to his room. Getting under the covers he started to relax enough he was nearly asleep when his bedroom door started to slowly open.

He waited for a moment before he saw a small figure make his way slowly into the room.

"Damian? what's wrong son?"

Going to the side of the bed the young boy said softly. "Father, I can't sleep."

"You know that Tim and Dick were just trying to scare you right? They are not really possessed."

"I know that Father, but, that movie really had me… nervous." He tried to remain tough for his father.

Shaking his head he wasn't fooled in the least by the act and said. "If you feel the need to sleep in here tonight then feel free to do so. I won't think anything less of you for it."

Giving a slight grin Damian went around to the other side and climbed up into the large bed and snuggled under the covers.

"Happy Halloween Damian," Bruce told his son gently. He looked over and saw his too serious son was fast asleep.

A/N: Happy Halloween! Please tell me what you think!