A/N: Hello, so I've always wanted to start my own version of a few AU's as well as a nonlinear story that doesn't rise and drop unexpectedly with cliff hangers. I am still working on Half Truths, but this just came into my head.

My Robin Reversal AU:

Dick-11 Jason-16 Tim-18 Damian-24

Dick glared at his English homework as if it was a personal insult to his heritage. He didn't know how the heck he was suppose to 'diagram a sentence'! As far as he was concerned sentences were for speaking, listening to, or reading. You want to diagram something then go to math or science! But despite his personal beliefs and very strong opinions on the matter, he still had to finish his homework. Grumbling under his breath Dick slammed his head to his desk.

"Whoa there, Dickie, you don't want to rattle your brains too hard," Dick's older brother Jason called from his doorway. That's right! Jason! He loved to read, and if Dick remembered right, he said that English Lit was his favorite subject in school!

"Jason! I need help!" Dick cried out, looking to the book buff of the family.

"Want me to get Damian for you?" Jason offered. Dick thought about their eldest brother. He and Damian were getting along better these days, in fact, everyone in the family swore Dami favored him. But he still felt that he had a long way to go before he was at 'ask the eldest for help' stage in their relationship just yet.

"No, it's English anyway so you're probably a better person to ask." Jason's brow shot up at that statement before he eased into a smug, proud stance, it wasn't often that he was the best fit when it came to helping with homework.

"Alright, Baby Bro, what do you need help with?" Jason asked as he waked in with a swagger. He sat at the end of Dick's bed as he faced the boy sitting at the desk.

"I can't figure out how to diagram a sentence," Dick pouted and showed the paper to the teen. Jason looked shocked and then confused before taking the page and looking it over.

"What the hell kinda of crap are they teaching you kids now a days?" Jason asked in disgust as he tried to make sense of the piece of paper in his hands

"So you never had to do this?" Dick asked incredulously.

"Well, in my defense I was still on the street until I was fourteen and since I read at a college grade level and tested well they just put me with the other fourteen year old's in ninth. You're still in sixth grade, aren't you?" Jason reasoned. Dick sighed and glared at the paper. If only he could have just skipped over third through sixth grade!

"So you can't help me?" Dick asked with a glower as he took his paper back from Jason. His older brother looked at the floor in shame before he suddenly looked back up at the paper with a glare of his own.

"Well, let's work on it together and see if we can figure it out!" Jason decided and moved to sit on his knees by Dick at the desk. The two worked to try and decode the homework for the next hour or so, neither quite figuring it out. At some point they seemed to have attracted an audience as they heard a sharp clearing of a throat from the door way. Both boys looked up to see Damian balancing a tray with one hand, on it two mugs and a plate of sandwiches.

"Pennyworth suggested I feed you cretins." The bite in Damian's words had long since lost its sting, and according to Tim, neither of the younger brothers ever got to feel it at it's full force. Either way, if it wasn't for the fact that Damian seemed in a moderately good mood, Dick might have actually taken him seriously and felt hurt. Jason just laughed him off.

"Hey, thanks Dam! By the way, think you could help us with something? This was before my time in the educational pin and Dick's not having much better luck with it." As Jason spoke, he also moved to relieve Damian of the full tray. That's when he saw that while one mug was full of milk, for Dick, the other was full of Earl Gray, for him. God Bless Alfred! Damian's attention, however, was already on the paper that Dick held in his hands. The look on Damian's face made both of the younger brother's flinch. The eldest of Bruce's sons was glaring with a full rage that had Jason about to take back asking for help.

"Of course, this. I remember this." The way Damian spoke it was almost as if he were having flashbacks of fighting a terrible villain. Then again, it was Gotham, who knows what kind of crazies their were when Bruce had just started going out as Batman?

"So you know how to do it?" Dick asked hopefully.

"No." Damian's voice was full of venom and disdain, "But I will not allow it to concur me a second time!" The young man then took Jason's old spot next to Dick and began going over the instructions and trying to apply them logically to the problems. Jason and Dick shared a look and shrugged. They started on their dinner while they silently worked on the homework next to their eldest brother.

"May I ask what has all three of you so captivated?" Bruce's voice asked from the door way. Dick had to wonder if maybe he should just close it, but he really did need help with his homework and his two older brother's weren't being much of an aid. They were just too stumped themselves and too stubborn to just give up.

"Bruce do you know how to diagram a sentence?" Dick asked. Jason and Damian looked up to their father as the man seemed to contemplate the question.

"Honestly I don't really remember how. It never really came up after grade school," Bruce confessed. "But I know someone who once told me he found it fun." Damian's eyes narrowed.

"I don't think that he'll appreciate being called just to help with Richard's school work," the eldest started to argue.

"Nonsense," Bruce waved him off as he pulled out his cell phone.

"Wait, you're not about to call who I think you're about to call, are you?" Jason asked excitedly.

"Who?" Dick asked, he had lived with this family for three years now and still felt lost a lot of the time.

"Timmy!" Jason called back at him.

"I'll be right back," Bruce said as he began back down the hall, phone held to his ear. Damian snatched the paper off the desk and got comfortable on the bed. Jason and Dick both shared a knowing look. Damian always hated it when he lost to Tim. The eldest two were merciless to each other as they fought in a war that no one quite understood.

As amusing as it was to watch Damian try harder to figure out the secret to the sixth grade homework, Dick couldn't help but feel nervous. While he didn't really feel comfortable asking Damian for help on his homework, he really didn't feel comfortable about even thinking about talking to Tim. It wasn't that he didn't like Tim, nor that he worried that Tim didn't like him. It was just that in all the years Dick had lived in the manor, he had only ever seen Tim Drake-Wayne in person and out of costume twice. Dick knew the stories and he could see the evidence all over the older boy. Tim was broken in so many ways and just slightly unhinged. He and Jason were thick as thieves of course, but there was something about Tim, something that unsettled Dick.

"Right in here." Bruce's voice alerted Dick that he had spaced out and now Tim was about to see his very messy room. Dick about jumped up and started cleaning but it was too late.

"So where's the infernal homework?" Tim joked as he strode into the room his eyes scanning the layout as he did so.

"Dami's got it," Jason informed him with a jab of his thumb in the eldest's direction. Tim's eyes landed on Damian and his right eye twitched a little.

"If you would kindly," Tim's voice sounded strained as he reached for the piece of paper. Damian's upper lip snarled as he handed it over. Again, always with this two. Jason shook his head and smirked at Dick, who just gave a shaky nod back to him.

"Alright Dick, I suppose as this is your homework, and you're the one that will be tested on this, why don't you and I go over this alone and without audience?" Tim asked giving the others a pointed look.

"Awe, but I wanna see how's it done!" Jason whined, slipping back into the street accent that only Tim ever found endearing.

"Later," Tim promised with a ruffling of Jay's hair before the friendly hand moved to the back of Jason's head and shoved him forcibly out the door. It would almost seem a malevolent action if it wasn't for Jason's laughter. Slowly and while glaring at the second oldest the entire time, Damian stalked out of the bed room and down the hall. Dick wondered if he too wanted to sit in on the lesson, and kind of wished he would. Tim sent Bruce away and closed the door, leaving Dick alone with his second eldest brother for the first time since he joined the family. Well, the first time ever. His insides were crawling and he bit his lip.

"Alright, Dick, let's get started."

Damian found Jason in the library, which was the obvious place to find the third child if one was ever looking. Damian had to admit that even though he always found Jason to be coarse, inappropriate, and petulant, he did approve of the younger boy's more scholastic habits. He frowned when he saw that Jason was reading one of the more modern pieces of trash instead of one of the classic reads in the room, but as Jason seemed to be willing to read just about anything and still held a favorite of Shakespeare, Damian kept his opinion to himself, something he wished he did more often when he first met Tim.

"When do you think they'll be done?" Jason grumbled.

"Excuse me?" Damian asked with a lift of his brow.

"Don't act like you didn't come in here to kill time until Tim finished with Dick. You wanna know the secret to that stupid diagraming thing as much as I do! So, when do you think they'll be done?" Damian huffed and walked over to the shelf. He scanned the books until he found the thickest one, an old autobiography of some general or something, and pulled it off the shelf.

"I suspect long enough for this to be read," He muttered back as he held the book up for Jason's view. Jason snickered, shook his head, and went back to reading 'Mocking Jay'. Damian sighed to himself as he allowed himself a small smile and looked at the book in his hands. He contemplated actually giving it an attempt before he decided he really had better things he could be doing and put it back on the shelf. The excited sound of Dick shouting echoed from the youngest boy's bedroom and the two brothers glanced at each other before they took of down the hall.

When they got to Dick's door, Damian stopped Jason just before the younger broke the door down, and they could hear laughing. Dick was laughing and whooping and cheering. Loudly. He wasn't in danger like they thought and Damian breathed a sigh of relief. Tim didn't do anything stupid, thank the heavens. After giving Dick some time for his celebration, Damian finally let Jason go and opened the door. Dick is still in the middle of jumping up and down at his desk while Tim was saving pages from flying off the desk top, large grin on his face.

"Hey, Damian! Check this out, it's actually really easy! Look!" Dick raced over to his other two older brothers and started in on a long winded explanation of how the problems would be solved. Jason was staring at him barely managing to keep up with the youngest boy's words never mind keeping up with his thoughts. Damian, on the other hand, had his attention caught by Timothy, who was staring sadly at Dick and Jason, before his green eyes then met Damian's and the sadness turned to resentment and the second oldest of the sons finished organizing the papers and stood to leave.

"Thank you for helping Richard with his homework," Damian muttered. See! He was trying dammit!

"I know what you were thinking when you heard him screaming," Tim uttered back darkly. "It's smart to keep on your toes but don't insult me by pretending you trust me." With that, Tim brushed past Damian out of the bedroom. Damian only followed him with a glare but Jason was a bit more adamant.

"Timmy! You're not leaving already are you?" Jason called, his voice the picture of distress. Dick and Damian had to share a look. Just last night Jason had been out as Nightling but had been caught by a giant vine and held as a hostage while Poison Ivy threatened Batman with feeding his side kick to a venomous Venus fly trap that looked more like an Acid Monster than an actual plant. Even then, Jason wasn't nearly as distressed as he was with Tim leaving so soon.

"I have to go Jason, or I might attempt at you life," Tim 'explained' and Dick had never been able to tell if he was joking whenever he said stuff like that or if he was honest. Jason was the only one who didn't seem to take Tim seriously during these talks.

"Aw, okay. I'll see you around then?" Jason asked, dejectedly. Tim just smiled and ruffled Jason's hair again, the same way he did when he first arrived.

"It's a promise." And like that, Tim was gone. Dick could hear the front door and he sighed as he moved to go back to his room. Just as he turned he could have sworn he caught Damian looking remorseful before catching Dick's eye and shifting to something more stoic. Dick had to wonder what that was about before he went back to his room. After he finished putting all his homework back in his backpack and gathering the dinner dishes, Dick made his way down stairs. He put the dishes in the kitchen and then went down to the cave to get ready for patrol.

Tonight, Robin was going to be teamed up with Batman while Nightling and Shadowbat took the east side. And, Dick supposed as he thought about it, Red Hood would be in the Bowery, keeping the bad guys there terrified and on the straight and narrow with his own, eclectic, brand of justice,. . .

A/N: So I have been playing around with the ages of the bat kids for a while trying to make it work and the way I finally managed it was Damian was born when Bruce was 17, he then retired when he himself was 18 and B was 35. Tim then comes along at 12, then let's say something HAPPENS when he's 16 that leads Jason to fill in as Nightling at the age of 14, while Damian is 22 and B is 39. Dick at 9 joins the family less than a year later.

I hope to dive farther into this with you guys and see what happens, but this is my nonlinear story so that I can also work on my chapter stories and it not stop people on an unfinished cliff hanger.

R&R if you liked. (need a default response? just say: 'Cool Story, Brah'. I'll accept it.)