Damian made his way down to the cave. He had taken a short nap in the parlor after working for 23 hours on a massive case file with Bruce and Dick. The stairs creaked as he descended them.

"How's it going?" Damian asked as he yawned. He noticed that his father was absent. He must have gone to take a nap himself.

"Awful. The monitor came unplugged." Dick said, kneeling down to check under the desk.

"Well plug it back in." Damian said.

"I can't fit." Dick groaned as he popped back up. His face lit up with an idea. "Hey. You're small." Dick said.

"No. No I am not-" Damian started to back up but Dick lifted him with ease. "Grayson! Put me down. I'll murder you! Let go of me!" Damian struggled against Dick's grip, but he didn't know how to use his super strength against him.

"Here you go, Dami. Go plug in the monitor." Dick shoved him down under the desk.

"I had to open my mouth." Damian growled. He crawled further under the desk, carefully avoiding wires and dust bunnies that Alfred couldn't reach. "Which wire is it?"

"The black one." Dick said.

"Grayson. There are 18 black wires under here. You are not helpful." Damian glared back at him.

"Here, I'll wiggle it." Dick said.

"Whatever." Damian continued crawling until he hit the wall.

"See it moving?" Dick asked.

"I can't see anything." Damian growled.

"Here, catch." Damian waited until something hit his arm. He groped around for it and felt a key chain flashlight.

"Grayson?" Damian asked once he turned on the light.

"Yeah, Dami?" Dick asked.

"This is a Bat symbol light." Damian said, shining the yellow light on the wall.

"It's the only light I have."

"That's pathetic, Grayson." Damian said, trying to shine enough light on the wall to see the only chord not plugged in.

"It's a light." Dick sighed.

"There. It's plugged in." Damian jammed the plug back into the only free outlet. It was a wonder that they didn't blow a circuit.

"Alright. Come on out, Dami. Carefully." Dick said.

"Stop calling that awful nick name." Damian said as he crawled over many cables.

"I'll call you whatever I want, small fry." Dick said back.

Damian finally got out and stood up, stretching his cramped muscles. Dick was staring at him.

"What are you looking at, Grayson?" Damian snapped.

"Damian? I thought you were asleep." Damian looked up as his father entered the cave.

"I was for an hour or so, Father." Damian said.

"Don't you think you should take a shower?" Bruce asked.

"I did after patrol, Father." Damian said.

"Then where did all that dirt come from?"

"What?" Damian looked down at himself and saw that he was covered in black dust and dirt. "Grayson!" He angrily turned his attention to the man who was trying not to laugh.

"This is what I get for helping people." Damian grumbled, heading to the main house.

"Drake!" Damian shouted, running down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Yes, Damian?" Tim asked, looking up from his book.

"Why is this in my room?" Damian asked, holding up a large t-shirt that didn't belong to him.

"It shrunk in the dryer. I thought maybe it would fit you." Tim shrugged.

"Why would I want your gross hand-me-downs?" Damian asked.

"Because you're such a grateful little brother." Tim smirked. "Come help me go through the rest of my closet."

"What? No." Damian said. But Tim grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the stairs anyways. Damian became a dead weight on the floor.

"Come on, it won't be that bad." Tim said, hoisting Damian up. He picked him up and threw him over his shoulder.

"Hey! Put me down! You're despicable." Damian yelled.

"It'll be fun. You can have whatever I don't want." Tim said, turning towards his room.

"Ow!" Damian grabbed his head after it hit the door way.

"Here." Tim flipped his younger brother down onto his bed.

"Why do you all insist on making me help against my will?" Damian asked, sitting up.

"Because you're the smallest." Tim said from his closet. Damian watched in amazement as shirt after shirt came flying out of the closet.

"How much do you actually have in there?" Damian asked, reaching over to pick up a red button up shirt. It was nice. He set it aside.

"Oh wait, I have to keep that!" Tim shouted. Damian picked up the shirt that was on the top of the pile and looked at it.

"This is far too big for you, Drake. Who's is this?" Damian asked. It was a large black t-shirt with a red Superman symbol.

"That's uhh, that's Conner's." Tim stuttered.

"Why is it here?" Damian asked, setting it down on the bed.

"He left it here." Tim mumbled. Damian barely heard him.

"Drake?"

"Yeah?"

"Did Kent stay the night here?" Damian asked. Tim stopped what he was doing at stepped out of his closet.

"Please don't tell anyone." Tim sighed.

"That you and Kent have a secret relationship?" Damian asked, sitting down on the bed.

"Shh! Quiet down. I don't want anyone to hear." Tim rushed over and covered his younger brother's mouth with his hand.

"How long has this been going on?" Damian whispered.

"A while. I just don't want to tell anyone yet. No one knows." Tim sighed. "Can I trust you?" Tim asked.

"I suppose so." Damian sighed.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." Tim threw his arms around Damian.

"I didn't say you could hug me." Damian growled.

"You're the best little brother, you little brat." Tim kissed Damian's forehead repeatedly.

"Stop it, or I'm telling Father." Damian hissed, trying to get away.

Damian was laying on a couch in the library listening to his music and reading a book.

"Hey, short stuff." Jason called as he strode into the library.

"Go away, Todd." Damian dead-panned.

"Hey, I need to talk to you about something." Jason flopped down on the couch by Damian's feet.

"I don't care." Damian turned his music up. Jason reached over and pulled the headphones out of the mp3 player. "Hey!"

"Listen, I need to ask you an important question." Jason said, ignoring the angry pre-teen.

"Whatever."

"I told this out-of-towner that I had a sweet little brother. She has a little sister she's on vacation with and can't leave her alone. I told her I'd bring you along on our date. So if you could just entertain the little sister, that'd be great." Jason explained.

"Hell no." Damian said.

"I'm not asking. I'm telling." Jason said, grabbing Damian's foot.

"No! Ow! Let go of me, Todd! I will murder you in your sleep!" Damian shouted as he was dragged off of the couch and out of the library.

"I can't believe you man-handled me into doing this." Damian growled. The two boys were sitting on a park bench on the outskirts of Gotham. The girls, Damian couldn't be bothered to remember their names, were on their way.

"Just distract her. I just need some time alone with this chick. Maybe sneak behind a bush for a while." Jason said.

"Jason?" The two looked up and saw two girls. One looked to be in her early 20s with short black hair that was pulled into pig tails. She was wearing a pair of jean shorts and a nice red blouse.

The younger one had black hair that fell to her waist, and she was wearing a pink dress, looking just as angry as Damian.

"Damian, this is Amber, and her younger sister, Kylie." Jason introduced them.

"Nice to meet you." Amber waved.

"Damian, why don't you and Kylie got play on the playground?" Jason asked, reaching for Amber's hand.

"Fine." Damian glared at Jason, but he still headed for the swings. He could hear Kylie following him.

"I hope you know that I'm only doing this because Amber is making me." Kylie said as she sat down on the swing.

"That makes two of us. Jason literally dragged me here." Damian said. He looked over Kylie's shoulder and saw Jason whispering something to Amber. She was giggling and nodding.

"I bet I could fake sick and Amber would bring me back to the hotel." Kylie said. She got up from the swing and started to turn back. Damian saw Jason pulling Amber to a more secluded area.

"Uh, wait. This doesn't have to be awful. Want to go hide in the tree and throw rocks at people?" Damian asked, pointing to a tree on the other side of the park.

"Uh, sure. I guess that sounds kind of entertaining." Kylie said, heading towards the tree. Damian looked back to see that Jason was out of sight, but he could still hear Amber giggling somewhere in the park.

AN: Ok, on a quick side note. The whole Tim coming out of the closet thing was totally unintentional. I wrote that over two days and didn't realize my obvious symbolism until I wrote 'Tim stopped what he was doing and stepped out of the closet.' Hope you all enjoyed these stories. Won't be the end, but of the brothers series, it is. I love Damian and Tim too much to not write more stories.