"Master Bruce. Where do you think you are going?"

"Where do you think Alfred!" Bruce growled as he got up from the chair.

"Bruce. Not tonight. Your hurt. You need rest. He will still be in Gotham in the morning. From what you said, dosn't seem like he is going anywhere anytime soon." Bruce ignored the old butler, grabbing the top half of his uniform and yanking it on.

Damian lept up excitedly. "Father, let me go with you."

"No Damian." Bruce answerd simply, walking to the car.

"But I can help you."

"I said no Damian." He spat through clenched teeth.

Damian lept infront of the now open door of the Batmobil to cut his father off. "No, you listen! I know him. I know his fighting style. His weaknesses. I trained with him. I know exactly what Grandfather was grooming him to be. I know what he is capable of."

Bruce grabbed the boy by the collur, lifting him up into the air. Bringing his sons face only inches away from his own. "I know exactly what he is capable of." The deep growle in his voice. The ferocious waves of anger radiating off his body. Dick could only imagine the look in his eyes. It was to the kids credit that he was not completely falling apart underneath his father's gaze. But Dick could see the fear. The slightest of tremors running through Damians body. He would not speak, maybe he was afraid his voice might give it away. He was trained to never back down, they both were. They were mirror images of eachother.

Something in their standoff shifted at the same time, became softer. Maybe Bruce was seeing his past in his sons eyes. Damian seeing his future in his fathers. Finally, Dick had to look away. Unfortunately, he turned to the crumbled old picture and of course his eyes found his father's. He knew, at that moment, if his father where looking into his sons eyes, he would not see himself. Becomes Dick didn't see himself in his fathers.

Damian slowly continued, sounding a bit more tame. "He is not like you. He does not struggle with the morels you do. He will burn this city to the ground in order to save it."

"Well, then I guess I'll just have to burn him first."

"Ttt. As if you would. As if you even could." There was a mocking in Damians voice. Dick knew the mistake the child had made the moment he heard the words come out of his mouth.

Dick shot up as fast as he could, not even registering that he hadn't been cuffed to the bed this time, but he had only gotten to his feet by the time Bruce had swung around and threw Damian into the computer consol.

Dick pounced and it was only by pure surprise that he was able to bring Bruce to the ground. Now with that element gone, he knew it was going to be impossible to keep him there. Bruce shot up, using the momentum to throw Dick off of him. But Dick recovered and they started to scrape and scramble at eachother. Neither one of them able to make much progress or get the upper hand. In this moment, looking into Bruces eyes, Dick knew that Damians last statement was completely wrong and Bruce had every intention of proving it. He also knew that one day, he would have to pay Alfred back for what the old man did next.

"I said that that is enough!" Alfred punched Bruce right in the face and before he could fall back out of his reach, he grabbed a fist full of his hair and plunged a needle into the younger man's neck before letting go and letting Bruces now limp body fall to the ground. "That should keep him until tomorrow afternoon." Alfred stated, turning his back and looking straight at Dick. "You should not be here when he wakes. None of us should. I will have to put the cave on lockdown. Would you mind gathering young Master Wayne for me." It wasn't a question. It was the first time, Dick heard anyway, a kindness in the Butlers voice when talking about Damian.

So he picked up the unconscious boy. There were sparks comming out of the Damian shaped indent in the computer console, which explained the burns. His leg fell limp in an awkward way. It was broken. This kid was not going to be happy when he woke up.

So Alfred locked down the cave once they were out and showed Dick to a bathroom, where they cleaned Damian up and dressed his wounds. After they put him to bed Dick was suprised that Alfred was showing him to a door that opened into a room and not to a cliff that he ordered him to jump off of.

He handed Dick a clean change of cloths and told him that there was a full bathroom to the right. He should get himself cleaned up and get a full nights rest.

"Alfred." Dick stopped the old man before he could walk through the door he had just opened and would soon close and lock behind him.

"Yes Richard?"

"Why are you trusting me?"

For a long moment, he didn't answer. Long enough, that Dick didnt think he was going to. "I truly believe, that if you give yourself time. One day, you might just be able to answer that question for yourself. Goodnight Mr. Grayson."

The man let out one long high pitched whistle. "Mahahan, this place is Niiiiice. This Wayne guy really knows what he's doing."

"Ahh Jeffreys. It's as if you have never been inside a rich man's house before." A small, skinny man, with a clever look in his eyes, sighed. He was dressed head to toe in protective gear. He was not here for his bronze but for his brains. Jeffreys was the bronze and every inch of his huge, steroid pumped body, screamed it.

There was the click of a gun. "Please, don't make yourselves at home. You won't be staying long. The cops are on their way. Not that you will be continous by the time they get here."

"Oh man, Spanky, look at this old geezer and his giant cahoonas." Jeffreys laughed.

"Jeffreys, how many times have I told you not to call me that!"

"I can shut him up if you'd like." Alfred turned on the spot to see a man in a red helmet only inches behind him. "Pennyworth." He noded.

"Boss. What are you-!"

Two shots went off and both men fell to the floor. "Thank you for your assistance boys but your services are no longer needed. Where is he Alfred?"

The old man held the gun steady. "Jason." Greeting...No, it was a warning.

The young man laughed once. "I always liked you Alfred. Believe me when I say that you, are not a part of this and anything that may happen next, it's nothing personal."

"I'll keep that in mind if you can." Alfred noded his head once.

Jason spun around just in time to see a raven haired man swing a bat that collided with the side of his head before blacking out.

"That should keep him until tomorrow afternoon." Dick said with a satisfied smile.

Alfreds face was grave as he stared at the unconscious body on the floor.

"Should we put him in the cave? Let the ravaged Bat deal with him." Dick suggested casually. If they destroyed eachother, that would save him a lot of trouble.

"They would tare eachother to shreds. No." Alfred replied sadly.

Dick did his best to ignore the old man's grave mood by keeping his own voice light. "The cops are coming right? Should I hide, or pretend I got here first?"

"They would be surprised to see you here, since you are on leave due to a death in the family."

For a second his casual composer slipped. "What?"

Alfred arched his eyebrows, finally looking away from Jason. "You don't think Master Bruce would cover his tracks? Dick, do you even realise how long you have been here already?"

He shrugged. "A couple days?"

"Try a week."

"So hide."

"I would appreciate it if you took Jason with you. We'll deal with him after they," He indicated the other two body's on the floor." are gone."

"Wait, your not going to hand Red here over to the cops?"

"No Dick." He answerd softly. "This matter is personal. And I would rather have him under my nose, then someone else's."

The old man sighed deeply. "That's a broken door and now a window that will have to be fixed. I thought with Damian out of commission I might get a break, but no."

Dick scratched the side of his head, thinking about the broken door to the room Al had him locked in, currently laying on the hallway floor. "In my defense, it was either the door or your brains on the floor." They both stood in the room that Jasons unconscious body had laid only hours ago. Now the only thing that laid there were shards of glass from the broken window Jason must have jumped through to make his escape.

"You have much to learn about me Mr. Grayson. I'll get the broom." A loud crash came from down the hall. Alfred sighed deeply. "That would be Master Damian. He will require assistance getting dressed. Breakfast will be ready in an hour. I left a wheelchair by his door. Do be careful. He bites."

"Since when did I became the butlers assistant?" Dick sneered to no one because the butler was alread gone.

"This is all your fault!" Damian grumpily said for the hundredth time since Dick had walked into his room and got him dressed and was now pushing him to the kitchen. Dick Ideally wondered the whole way if Alfred would really mind if he pushed the kid out a window or off the roof. The brat's too tough to die but it might put him in a coma for a while. Give everyone a nice break.

Alfred just shook his head once they walked through the door and saw Dicks leg. "I told you he bites."

Dick lifted the little demons arm to show him the teeth marks. "So do I."

Alfred cracked a smile. "Breakfast is served."

"Well, this fancy. Bit much, don't you think?" Dick commented, picking up one of the many utensils infront of him.

"It's just a fork. Geeze." Damian sneered.

Dick just shrugged. Kid was right.

Suddenly the entire mansion rumbled as if a small earthquake had gust erupted.

Again, Alfred sighed deeply. "Master Bruce must be awake. Hopefully the cave hasn't suffered too much damage. Finesh your breakfast. We are going to have a long day ahead of us boys."

Dick and Damian shared a worried glance. They had a feeling they where about to find out exactly what Bruce was capable of.

*Author note*

Hey guys! I know it has been a while, sorry about that. Thank you so much for the reviews and favs while I have been stuck. They are really helping me find the inspection to keep going.

Anyway you might see a slight shift or change in some of the characters, especially Bruce. Hewill be much darker and very unhinged. But you will know why.

Don't worry there will be much more of Jay and the rest of the gange. I am no where need done with any of them yet.

Hopefully, see you guys soon!