Matches Malone was looking over the photos that sat in front of his desk. Ten of them. Four held each of his sons when he first got them. Match as a baby, Rojo at six, Freddie at nine, and Alvin at nine and the last one in the middle of those four was all of them in his arms, four little kids smiling at the camera… Ah, the memories.

Match where he was only a week old wrapped in a blanket. Match was his first child he had even though everyone assumes that Freddie must have been first since Freddie is the oldest but that just isn't true.

He had Match for about four years when Matches had some things to take care off in the East End when he had stumbled upon a little boy offering himself to. A little blond blue eyed boy who looked like the world had killed him almost completely. The small child looked up at him with tears expecting the worse and that melted his heart.

So, Matches Malone took him home. Alright so he found the boy's pimp, beat the shit out of him, shot him a few times, dragged him behind his car and before shooting him in the head, THAN he took the little boy home and after that he learned that the Boy's name was Rojo but the last name long forgotten.

So than Matches had two children. One he could cuddle and hug and the other who liked to stand on his own and was very independent. Match seemed to carry himself well enough even when he was small and Matches had a good laugh when Rojo would play games with Match but he was rather quite.

It was after Matches got someone to teach Rojo how to read was when he learned that he would have to not only buy bookshelves but Nemours books! Rojo loved books, and he was never without books, all over the Penthouse was filled with little piles of books.

This was a good year until he had stumbled upon some traitors who were selling his good to a sex ring so Matches went to take care of that and there he found two boys on two different trips there. First was Freddie who was so dead in the eyes the child was like a walking corps, but there was something about the child that made Matches kill people and take him home.

Freddie wasn't his name when he had gotten him. In fact the small boy didn't even know his original name and after a couple of months of working the boy back into life and a year after that the boy had come up with a name that liked from one of Rojo's books, since the younger boys read to him often and so the oldest boy had chosen the name Freddie.

The last one for Matches Malone to acquire was Alvin. He had gone back to the place only a week after getting Freddie to finish what he started when he heard sobbing coming from a locked door and a terrible smell. The smell of death to be precise. Curious about what it was he shot off the lock causing the crying to pause for a moment. With a jerk he opened the door to a sight that still hunted the Mobster to this day.

A little boy with blond hair and green eyes, much to skinny for his own good, dirty and very small, but the thing that hunted Matches Malone was that the small boy was holding the boy of another small boy; one that looked just like him. The other boy's green eyes where open even in death and his body stiff, skim rotten as it decayed slowly.

It seemed that since the twin had died, the other one had nearly gone insane trying to wake his dead brother and refusing to work without screaming and wailing for the twin so the ring bosses locked him in that room with his brother's corps and be rid of them both.

After dealing with certain people Matches took both the boys, dead and alive, and promised the living twin that his brother would be able to rest in peace. They buried the twin in a white casket, one that the little boy had picked out himself and when Matches asked what name they should put on the headstone was the first time the little boy had spoken.

"Albert. His name is Albert… and I'm Alvin…"

Sighing Matches looked at the other pictures where his boys had grown up. Freddie was grinning widely, Rojo with his shy smile his nook in his hand, Alvin wide open smile his arms out wide like a hug, and Match with that lazy smile his eyes up to something, (probably thinking of new ways to bother Robin).

And the last picture was all of them together just this past year. They take one every chance they get and despite the ages now and then he wouldn't change it for the world. Even after what happened with the Bats a year ago with The Preacher, his sons remained close to him.

The door opened suddenly with all four said boys walking in.

"I'm telling you, Rojo, a blind date is good idea!" Freddie insisted. "And if you don't like whoever it is we'll bail!"

"I told you before, Freddie, I don't want to go on a blind date." Rojo waved his nook in his brother's face as the other blinked at it. "Besides, I just downloaded Lord of the Flies, and I'm going to be reading it tonight."

"What?!" Freddie explained looking in disbelief. "But you read that when we we're like… six."

"I read that to you when we we're thirteen… for school, remember?" Rojo smiled at him. "I used to have the paper book, but I misplaced it so I downloaded it."

"Your impossible!" Freddie yelled throwing his hands up before sitting on Matches lap giving him a tight hug. "Hi, Big Daddy,"

"Hello, Freddie," Matches grinned hugging his son. "So, trying to reel your brother in on another blind date huh?"

"It's like he doesn't even care!" Freddie threw his arms up moving away. "Seriously!"

Rojo took Freddie's place with a tight hug and whispered. "I really don't care, Big Daddy,"

"I know son, but don't let him hear you," Matches whispered back with a laugh.

Rojo moved back and in flew Alvin giggling about the situation. "Hi, Big Daddy!"

"Hi, Baby Doll, your dressed up tonight. Going out?"

"No, I was just going through my closet tossing out clothes and put this together. By the way Big Daddy, can I have some shopping money?"

"How much?"

"Um… Lil Match?"

"What?" Match asked tapping excitedly at his phone.

"How much for shopping?"

"For you or for the others? Because it makes a hell of a difference."

"Me,"

"At least five thousands,"

"Who are you talking too," Matches asked his son even though he had a feeling.

"An anger bird." Match snickered. "Sometimes I wonder if he even knows a trap when he sees one or is just too lucky to actually walk into one."

"I still say it's only you that Damian falls for." Rojo stated.

"YES!" Freddie agreed throwing up his hands.

"Not that way!" Rojo flushed. "Stop doing that!"

"I think it's funny!" Alvin joined in. "And besides they've always been like that only now Match can bother him all the time."

"The four of you have no idea how much fun I get out of this," Match grinned tapping in another reply before frowned at the last text. "What the hell… He asked me to marry him."

"WHAT?!"

Meanwhile at Wayne Manor

"Drake, have you've seen my phone?"

"I just saw Dick and Jason running off with it laughing their heads off."

"GRAYSON! TODD! YOU BETTER NOT BE MESSING WITH MY PHONE!"

In the distant Dick was singing the wedding march.

Bruce walked into the Manor before pausing at the chaos that was happened before carefully backing back out of his home.