A/n: So this is in response to the reviews I got. The second chapter of any of my stories is always worse because I can't write long stories for S***, I end up never finishing them. Anyway, I tried my best and this is obv. going to be in a different style to the first chapter. Also I don't live in the USA I have no idea what school is like there so I'm just going to guess that you have Parent-teacher meetings every term like we do in Britain.

Parent-teacher meeting

Dick waited anxiously outside the teacher's classroom. Ever since he had gotten the call from the school asking to meet with the guardian of one Damian Wayne he'd been on edge. Please dont let him have hurt anyone; please dont let him have hurt anyone. The young man thought desperately.

"You must be Richard Wayne, Damian's brother am I correct?"

"Dick, please, and yes. Bruce is sorry that he couldn't come but there was a corporate crisis and asked that I came in his stead."

"No problem at all. Damian speaks highly of you."

Dick looked confused at the elderly lady in front of him, "He does?"

"Yes, in fact," the teacher rummaged in the pile of papers she had on the desk and presented Dick with a page of writing with a small flourish. "This is the essay that the children had to write as part of their final year grade. Thinks you quite the superhero."

Dick's eyes scanned the page in shock, a small chuckle here and there before returning the piece to the teacher in front of him. "A B-?" he asked, a tone of surprise inflected his tone.

"Yes well this is where your brother is not so stellar. There have been numerous incidences of misconduct and threats to various staff's welfare. Now we gather that the young lad has had a massive change and the school has tried to accommodate for it but it only takes so much for an explanation to become an excuse. The school has decided to mark him down a grade every time he behaves out of line in the effort to control his behaviour."

Dick merely smiled, "I gather he threatened you with death in various painful ways should this document come into my possession?"

"Yes." The teacher simply stated.

"Well you can be sure that I will have words with Damian and that this won't happen again. Do you mind if I keep the essay?" dick asked as he made to leave the meeting.

"Not at all." Dick thanked the teacher for the essay and bid her goodbye.

Wayne Manor

"Oh this? It's a perfect little essay that my brother wrote. He would have gotten a higher grade as well if he didn't threaten the teacher, I hear." Dick told Alfred, his voice raised so the little miscreant could overhear. Damian froze at his words. The typed title was barely visible from this distance, but realistically he knew to whom Dick was referring.

"Give that back Grayson!" the little boy yelled as he leap for the paper. Dick merely laughed as he kept the sheet out of the boy's reach.

"No way hozay. I'm keeping this to show to my grandkids and your robins, proof that scary ol' Lil D has a heart."

"How did you get that anyway? I swear its kept in a secure vault where you can never get access to it."

"It's called asking nicely. And besides I'm batman!"

"Not anymore."

"Nah-ah-ah, once a bat always a bat. And 'sides I'm your older bro, power to the people and all that shiz." Dick stated holding the prized essay out of the little demons hands.

"TT" Damian muttered in distress, resigning to the fact that Grayson (because there was no way that he was calling the man Dick anymore, albeit in his mind and Grayson wouldn't know, but still) would keep the shitty piece he had written.

Dick ruffled the boy's hair, looking for all the world like an angry little kitten, "Come on lil D let's get a start on that somersault eh?"

"Only if we get to go on patrol later."

"Deal."

"Well? Are you coming or not Grayson? We don't have all day!"

Dick just smiled in response, Yup, thats the brat I know.

Again if any of the characterisations are wrong feel free to tell me, it's always good to know where one can improve.