AN:

So there aren't any actual pairings in this, just characters thinking that JayDick is a thing? Just thought I'd mention that. Anyway, enjoy reading! :)

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This was the first time Damian had really noticed anything; although, apparently, it had been going on for a while. He supposed he could excuse himself, because who had the time to analyse this ridiculous behaviour? In his opinion, these brainless harlots giggled and blushed over everything, so how was he to know that they lusted over Grayson?

He'd been waiting by the school gates for Grayson to arrive. A trio of girls stood nearby — Anna Moore, Emily Crosby, and Janet Burns. He didn't care for any of them personally, but knowing the names of all your peers was an important step in staying vigilant at all times — speaking in what Damian thought were supposed to be whispers, but sounded more like barely-restrained screams.

"Oh my god, he is so hot!"

"I know right? Did you see the way he smiled?"

"Why can't there be guys like that in our school?"

"Oh my god Emily, he's super rich, he's probable gotten, like, tons of plastic surgery and stuff!"

"And hair implants! Did you see his flowing locks?"

"Oh my god Janet, he's not, like, eighty! He doesn't need hair implants, gross!"

Damian sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Oh god," he muttered, glancing down at his watch. Where the hell was Grayson?

Crosby glanced up, and her eyes widened. "Oh my god girls, it's Damian!"

"Oh my god!" Moore squealed, clapping her hands together. "Does that mean he hasn't arrived yet?"

They stared at him intently. Damian stared back, his expression blank. He had no idea what they were talking about, and decided that he didn't care. Now that he had made that decision, it would be wonderful if they'd all just stop talking.

Obviously that was too much to ask though.

"Oh my god girls, I've got to go fix my hair!"

"Shut up Janet, you're not letting him answer!" Moore turned to Damian, and stared intently at him. "Is he picking you up today?"

"Who?"

Moore leaned forward, as if to whisper. "Richard Grayson," she said, in what was definitely not a whisper.

Damian took a step back, scowling, and rubbing his ear. "Grayson?" he demanded. "Why on Earth are you asking about Grayson?"

The girls giggled in response.

"Oh my god, haven't you noticed yet?" Crosby asked. "Your brother is like, super hot!"

"Like, sooooo hot!"

"Oh my god Janet, I already said that!"

"I know, but I just thought — "

(Perhaps their previous behaviour should have been enough of an indication, but no one could blame him for wanting to ignore this horrific scenario).

"You are sexually attracted to…Grayson?"

Yet again, a series of giggles were his only response.

Damian stared at them, appalled. "I refuse to condone this behaviour! Grayson isn't for you to ogle at!" Grayson wasn't for anyone to ogle at. Lord knew, the last thing they needed was Grayson thrusting another useless girlfriend upon them. They'd dodged a bullet with the alien, and Gordon was far easier to tolerate when she wasn't attached to Grayson.

"So is he coming?" Moore demanded, seemingly undeterred by Damian's response.

"I — "

"Little D! Come on!"

Damian bit back a curse, and turned around in time to see Grayson hurrying towards him. His expression darkened when he caught sight of who was following close behind — what was Todd doing here?!

"What is he doing here?" Damian demanded.

The girls, meanwhile…well, they burst into more frantic whispers and giggles.

"Oh my GOD!"

"LOOK at him!"

"Those arms!"

Todd spared a glance at the girls, frowning slightly.

Grayson, meanwhile, grinned from ear to ear, oblivious to his little fan-club. Damian, preoccupied with the current problem — Todd, why was Todd here? — forgot his previous frustrations.

"Well, Jay was in the neighbourhood, so I thought we could all go to lunch together!"

"I was not 'in the neighbourhood,'" Todd snapped. "You stopped by my apartment, and wouldn't leave until I agreed to come out with you.

"…Yeah, but you agreed."

"Because you're annoying as fuck. And you did not say we'd be bringing the demon brat along."

"Oh my god, they want alone time!" Moore hissed.

"Wait, what?" Todd turned to the girl, his brow furrowed. "What the hell did she say?"

Moore walked forward and stood next to Damian, who immediately moved away, shooting her the most dangerous glare he could muster.

"Boys," she said, "we could totally walk Damian home. You go ahead and enjoy your private time."

Damian glared. "I will not be going anywhere with you, woman!"

Todd squinted at them. "…Are they on drugs?"

"Let's go," Damian snapped, striding forward. "Now."

He walked away as fast as he could, while Grayson chattered away excitedly, and Todd glared at them, and muttered about how much he hated this family.

...

Damian should have known it wouldn't stop there. After all, this was about Grayson and Todd, and those two always caused more trouble than they were worth.

The first thing he heard when he walked into class was Moore rambling, "trust me girls, they were so hot. Like, so, so hot."

"Like you wouldn't believe," Crosby added.

"And they clearly wanted some alone time, like, oh my god, they couldn't wait to get rid of Damian."

Burns sighed. "Richard's such a dreamboat. He's way too god of a brother to leave Damian."

Crosby nodded enthusiastically. "Even though we totally offered to walk him home."

Damian grimaced and made his way to his seat. 'Ignore them,' he thought. 'Pretend they aren't there, and there won't be a problem…'

Moore intercepted him. Damian breathed deeply, and reminded himself that attacking civilians was not allowed. Father would not be pleased if he sent this girl to the hospital, regardless of how mind-numbingly annoying she was.

"Damian! How'd lunch go with Richard, and the other guy?"

"Todd?" Damian sighed. "It was terrible, as predicted. Now get out of my way."

"Todd?" Moore's eyes widened. "Is that his name?!"

"I find monosyllabic names so hot," Burns gushed, appearing by Moore's shoulder.

"How'd they get together?!" someone else demanded, and, oh god, they were closing in. What was this? Why were these people so obsessed with Grayson and Todd?

It was completely ridiculous. He'd told Father that this institution was a complete joke, but no. He was expected to come here and socialise. Socialise. With these ingrates? What a laugh.

"How did they meet?" Moore asked, her eyes shining.

Damian sighed. "Father forced Todd upon us, and now we are stuck with him. Now — will you please remove yourself from my path?"

He then fixed her with the most withering stare he could muster. For some reason it didn't even seem to phase her. Damian came up with two theories: either he was losing his touch, or these girls clearly belonged to some other species. He was going with the latter.

"So are the rumours true?" Crosby asked eagerly. The other girls in the class seemed just as enthusiastic, all leaning in with predatory gleams in their eyes. "Are they Bruce Wayne's boy toys?"

"Are they gay lovers?!" someone else demanded.

Damian stared. "…What?"

"Are they getting married?!"

This was followed by a series of dreamy sighs.

Damian reared back. "Are you all insane?!" he snapped. "Of course Grayson and Todd aren't getting married!"

He then pushed past the crowd of girls, who were getting disturbingly close, and walked over to his seat. Yes — he would be having words with Father.

...

Damian did end up having words with Father, but not about what he'd planned to. Or what he'd ever have wanted to.

After lingering awkwardly by his son's doorway, waiting for an invitation inside (and growing even more uncomfortable when it became obvious that Damian had already seen him, and had still made no move to invite him in), Bruce finally decided that this was his house, and made his way inside.

Damian glanced up, having been waiting for his father to enter his room, and feeling more than a little confused about why he hadn't just walked inside (this was Father's house after all; he didn't need permission to go where he wanted).

"Damian," Bruce said, "it has come to my attention that you may be having…issues. With your peers at school."

(And that explained the discomfort. Bruce made an excellent Batman. He made a…decent father, but he still had a lot of room to grow).

"That's incorrect," Damian replied. "I do not have 'issues with them. I barely speak to them."

Bruce sighed. "I just think you should…interact with them a bit more."

"I don't need to — "

Bruce cut him off. "Your teacher called me. She was concerned about your behaviour. She told me you don't seem to have any friends at school, and that you spend your lunchtimes alone."

Damian sighed, and stepped away from his desk. He'd been finishing up his homework, but it was obvious that he wouldn't be getting much done now.

"Well of course I do," he said. "It's called lunchtime, Father — you are supposed to eat, not engage in meaningless chatter. Besides, I don't need civilians weighing me down."

"You don't have any friends outside of school either," Bruce reminded him.

"I have Colin."

"Other than Colin." Bruce sighed. "I just think you need to socialise more, that's all."

Damian raised one eyebrow, and said, almost in an amused voice, "you of all people are telling me to socialise more?"

"…Alfred may have dropped a few hints. And Dick won't leave me alone about it."

Damian inwardly fought back a grimace. The mention of Grayson brought back unpleasant memories of those girls at school, and…well. He didn't need to be reminded of that. "Grayson is an exaggerated example of how to socialise. We don't need to follow his example."

Bruce stared at him for a moment. He then said (and you could just hear the hesitance and discomfort in his voice), "why don't you…invite some of your classmates over."

Damian stared in disbelief. "Here."

"Yes. I think it might be a good idea. Who knows, you might actually like some of them."

(Bruce really needed to work on his lying skills).

"You want me to invite people here?"

Bruce sighed. "It'll shut Dick up, so yes."

And that was the end of that discussion.

...

If it were anyone else, Damian would have said no, and then calmly informed them that he would make them wish they were dead if they asked again. However, this was his Father, and not only was it unwise to threaten Batman, but Damian wasn't going to turn down an order from him. Damian was not a disappointment like the others.

That meant these children would soon be invading his home. Just the thought of it was painful, but he tried to think of it as a training exercise. He'd gone through horrendous things during his time with his mother; and while he wasn't sure if any of them were as painful as this, he was Damian al Ghul Wayne, and he would survive.

Since he had absolutely no idea how to go about this, he walked to the front of the class, ignoring his teacher's loud protests.

"I have an announcement to make."

"Damian, sit down! You can talk to everyone later!"

"Be quiet," Damian ordered. The woman had a shrill voice, and the last thing he wanted was to have her shrieking near his ears. "Now — I will be having a gathering at Wayne Manor tomorrow, after school."

"I really think you can save this for later — "

"Quiet, woman," Damian snapped. "Now — I do not want this, but Father insists, and I therefore expect you all to come."

"Will Rodd be there?!"

Damian's brow furrowed. "What? Who is Rodd?"

"It's what we call Richard and Todd," Moore said.

A series of giggles followed his pronouncement, and Damian twitched in irritation.
"Yes, well, knowing Grayson, he will most likely show up uninvited at some point."

The giggles were replaced by excited squeals. Damian twitched again. Dear lord, maybe it was time he opposed Father after all — it seemed to be a right of passage in his family, and even though his other three 'brothers' were utterly useless, maybe they weren't wrong about everything.

The teacher tried to intervene again. "I really think you should — "

There was a chorus of "yes!" "I'm in!" and "Oh my god, Rodd!" from the crowd, and with that, Damian sealed his fate.

(The boys in the class remained silent throughout this entire exchange. It was obvious who wouldn't be making an appearance).

...

When he went home, Damian informed his father that he would be inviting some friends over the next day.

Bruce loved his son very much, but when Damian's teachers told him his son had no friends, he believed them without a moment of hesitance. Therefore, he was more than a little surprised, and couldn't help but wonder how Damian had managed to convince anyone to come.

(Oh, if only he knew).

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AN:

Hey, hope you enjoyed this! This will be a two-shot, and the next chap will…hopefully not take too long to write. I started writing this AGES ago, and remembered it a few days ago, and decided to finish this chapter. I know I have a ton of other fanfics I need to work on, and I will get around to finishing them (hopefully once I get through exams, which are in a few weeks).