"Good morning, Damian." Dick said, pulling the curtains back.

Damian groaned as he sat up. "What time is it?"

"Eight." Dick responded, leaning his back against the window as he watched his youngest brother get up and walk past him to his closet. "Come downstairs, okay? Alfie made breakfast. He got to sleep in a bit. Tim and Jay are in the library."

Damian got dressed and came down the stairs and into the dining room and took his seat beside Tim and across from Dick. Jason sat beside Dick. Tim and Damian used to sit across from each other but they would kick each other under the table too much, bruising each other and interrupting dinner to fight.

Alfred had set the table and sat in Bruce's spot for once, joining the boys.

"How did you sleep, young masters?" Alfred asked. He looked exhausted and sipped from a cup of what looked like incredibly strong tea. He poured the cups in front of the boys with tea.

"Terribly." Damian said, flatly.

The other boys shrugged. Alfred set his cup down. "There has been a development."

"Such as?" Tim asked, setting down his teacup. All of the boys were paying attention now.

"I've located your father. He is in Berlin."

"Located?" Dick asked, setting down his china cup. "He sent a distress signal? He never reveals his location."

"Will the Justice League-" Tim began.

"Fuck them." Damian said, standing up. "I'm going to find Father."

Alfred grabbed the back of Damian's shirt and sat him back down.

"I will pilot you out in T minus 8 hours."

"And what the fuck will we do until then?!" Jason asked, "Stand in the corner and pray?!"

Alfred remained stoic. "Sleep." He answered. "You will sleep."

"How?!" Tim asked, exasperated. "How am I supposed to-"

"In fifteen minutes." Alfred began, ignoring the boys. "You will fall asleep for six hours."

The boys looked confused. Alfred took a sip of tea. "I've drugged you all."

---

"I'm gonna fucking kill someone, I swear." Jason said, staggering up the stairs. Tim followed and Dick carried Damian once again. Tim turned around.

"Will Damian even wake up in time? He's like eighty five pounds and drank a whole cup."

"I think that's the plan." Dick sighed. "Remember what happened to 'Nobody'? Damian shoved his knuckles into his fucking brain." ((A/N: read Batman and Son in which Damian in 10 years old))

Tim remained silent.

"The twerp's only been here for 6 months." Jason said, following behind Dick to their father's room. "He gets an excuse to kill. He's still emotionally untrained. He was raised a killer and will die one, taking lives in the way." Jason sighed. "Lucky Bitch."

"I love him, but I don't trust him." Dick said, laying Damian down in Bruce's freshly made bed that had been waiting for him to return home days ago.

Tim yawned. "I'm not making it to my room. Fuck it." He lay across the foot of the bed.

Jason laughed. "Sure, Mr. one-twenty-five." He teased. (Tim truly wasn't much heavier than that, even with muscle.) Jason took a seat in a wing-back chair beside an antique mirror.

"Sweet dreams, Little Wing." Dick said as he watched Jason fall asleep. "Goodnight, Dick Wayne." Dick muttered to himself, stretching out on the couch from Jason.

---

Alfred checked on the boys. When it was 4 pm, he came to wake them. They would leave in an hour for Berlin. If his calculations were correct, Damian would stay asleep until his brothers were well on their way. Bruce had little contact with Alfred- only a few words crackled over the earpiece. It sounded like Bruce had a crushed lung. Supervillans were unkind.

"Alfie-" Dick said, sitting up. "Is dad?"

"Wake up your responsible brother... and Master Jason and meet me down at the Cave."

"Okay." Dick said, seriously. He shook the other older boys awake and carried Damian. Their foreheads were wet with sweat. Scarecrow's toxin was still in their system, too.

No one said anything as they got dressed and strapped on weapons. Against all odds, Damian woke up. He looked stern.

"I'm coming, too."

"Damian, you're just too y-" Dick began.

"He's my father, too."

"You have to promise me that-"

"I'm not going to kill anyone!" Damian shouted. "Let me go with you or I'll go myself."

Jason tossed Damian his uniform that he kept behind his back. "I was waiting for you to power through. Welcome to the team. If I don't get to kill, you sure as hell don't get dibs." 

Alfred was at the command center. He turned in the chair took off the headset. "I suppose I should supply you with a drone."

Damian crossed his arms. "The fastest."

"Naturally."