Damian vs TMNT

Business As Usual

"Grayson, it will be dawn by the time you finish getting ready." Damian sneered. He fiddled with his gauntlets once more before Dick finally stepped into the room. He gave Damian a wicked smile before carefully placing his domino mask over his face. Damian made a small -tt- noise and easily avoided the hand that was coming forth to ruffle his hair.

"Well it's about time." Tim crossed his arms over his Red Robin chest. He looked over at Damian. "And why do you do that anyways?"

"Why do I do what, Drake?"

"That noise thing that you do."

Damian tutted once more before heading off towards his Father near the Batmobile. Tim raised a questioning eyebrow at Dick.

"When Dami says -tt- it could mean 'this isn't worth my time' or 'that's so stupid'. Just think of it as an expression of his disapproval of something."

"Sooo Damian is basically just a ten-year-old brat that makes Jason look like an alter boy and that's just his bratty way of insulting me?"

"Pretty much."

"Awesome."

"Will you two quit screwing around and get over here!" Damian's harsh voice echoed throughout the cave. Tim and Dick both rolled their eyes before running over to join Batman and son.

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Gotham was quiet that night. Only a few petty criminals dared to make an appearance. Batman looked on as his sons took out a small group of thugs attempting to mug an elderly man and his wife. A frown slowly made its way onto his face as Robin pulled a knife on one of them. "No weapons." Batman spoke in a clear voice as he jumped down to stop his son from going too far. "He's had enough, Robin."

Robin's eyes narrowed as he gazed up at his father, clutching the knife even tighter. "He has not learned his lesson. We need to be sure he will not attempt this again." Robin turned back to the criminal who was now on the ground cowering in fear. Robin winced as he felt a gloved hand on his shoulder.

"Batman is right, Robin. He'll learn his lesson in prison." Robin slowly lowered the weapon and turned to see a smiling Nightwing. "Come on, Gotham police will be here to pick them up any minute."

Robin made his usual -tt- noise and stuffed the knife back into his pocket. Nightwing smiled once more and turned with Red Robin and began to head back to the cave, eventually followed by Batman. Robin began to follow at a distance but stopped short when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. By instinct, he reached for the katana strapped to his side. Robin heard footsteps and turned to meet the fool who thought they could sneak up on him. Before he could react, his head was hit by a very large object that he assumed must have been a bat of some sort. Robin hit the ground hard and looked up to see a large reptile-like creature before everything went black.

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Dick grimaced as he slowly peeled off the top of his Nightwing suit. That last thug gave him a nasty slash with a knife on his neck. He would ask Alfred to stitch it up later. Looking around the cave he saw Tim and Bruce examining themselves for any injuries. What he did not see, however, was a certain ex-assassin. "Where's Damian?"

Tim scoffed. "Probably off sulking somewhere. Don't worry about him, Dick. He is 'perfectly capable of handling himself'." Dick smiled slightly at the direct quote but a small voice in his mind kept telling him that something was wrong. Tim must have noticed Dick's expression because he soon added, "He'll be back soon, Dick. Don't worry." He gave his older sibling a small smile before sitting at the computer to look through old cases.

Bruce gave his eldest a reassuring nod before heading upstairs to bed. It was pretty late. Dick yawned, "You guys are probably right. Goodnight Timmy. Don't stay up too much longer." Tim gave a slight wave of his hand and Dick shook his head and chuckled before going upstairs to get some rest. Damian would be back by morning. He always was.