Dick's POV
"Whatcha doing here, kid?" I questioned while looking the boy up and down, still leaning against the doorway. Alfred did mention that Wayne Manor would have a guest for a short while, but I didn't expect a ten year old kid who looked like he knew how to fight. I was visiting Bruce for breakfast this morning at seven. However, I got here half an hour early so I decided to work out which is how I met the little guest, casually beating the living shit out of the punching bag. Saying I'm curious would be an understatement.

The kid walked up to me at the doorway. Now I could see the sweat that covered his olive skin, making his black hair stick to his forehead. I studied the outfit he wore that was very similar to the usual assassin attire. It almost looked like he had on a gray and black ninja outfit. He subtlely put the dagger he was holding into one of his combat boots so the blade was sticking out by a little. The action seemed normal to him but sent shivers down my spine. What the fuck, this kid is ten!

"I am the grandson of Ra's Al Ghul, leader of the League of Assassins and head of the demon." The kid stated quite proudly as if it's some accomplishment. But I was surprised, to say the least. Why shouldn't I be? Batman brought a kid in who was related to Ra's! Even more surprising, Ra's has a grandson! Why don't people tell me these things?

"And what's your name, Mr. Al Ghul?" I smiled widely and ask the boy who just gives me a glare.

The kid blandly states, "Damian."

I reach my hand out to shake while introducing myself, "I'm Dick Grayson."

The boy hesitantly takes my hand to shake. He's got a good grip and even though his 'ninja' outfit is baggy, I could tell he's got at least some muscle under it.

"I've heard about you, Grayson. Mother speaks very highly of you." Damian says in the same formal manner he's used the entire conversation.

I didn't know how to reply. Who was his mother exactly? Talia? Nyssa? Maybe he was adopted? I had no idea. "Um, thanks?"

Damian gave a curt nod, "Your gratitude is appreciated."

"Sure, okay." How do I respond to that?

"However, I must question why one would name a child after the male-"

"Ahh! Nope. Wow, I've heard plenty of things about my name but this...wow okay Dami."

"-tt- Check your ears, Grayson. My name is Damian."

"No, I got that. But Dami is a nickname. You know, just like Dick is the nickname for Richard."

Before Damian could respond, I glanced behind him to the stacks of weights that have obviously been moved to the barbell. Which begs the question, "How long have you been in here?"

Damian's mouth was open to reply to my other comment, but he closed it to take this question into consideration. Damian didn't actually end up replying. He just shrugged his shoulders and moved on to the next topic.

"Do you need something, Grayson?" He asked, looking really pissed off.

"Um, well, I was gonna work out but-" I was interrupted by the ringing of my phone which was in the back pocket of my jeans. I pulled it out and the caller ID said Bruce was calling.

Picking up the phone, I answer, "Yeah?"

"Dick," Bruce's familiar gruff voice replies. "Where are you?"

"In your gym." I casually looked around the room as Damian still stands in front of me with a scowl.

"What are you doing there?" Bruce interrogates.

"Currently? Well, I'm wondering why I was just talking to Ra's Al Ghul's grandson." I nonchalantly respond. At the mention of Damian, I throw a wink towards his way which he returned with a glare.

"What is he doing there?"

Using the same tone as before, I say, "Currently? Well, he's giving me a death stare."

There was a sigh at the other end of the phone and then, "Both of you come to the dining room for breakfast."

When the phone call ended I looked down at Damian and grin. "Come on let's go to breakfast Lil' D."

He looks at me with an unamused face and a raised eyebrow.

I give him my signature smile and joke, "Would you prefer Dami?"

"-tt- your nicknames are an unintelligent waste of time." Then, the kid walked past me and out of the room.

"Ugh." I complained quietly, "Why do you Al Ghuls always have sticks up their asses?"

We walked to the dining room, me leading while Damian followed. I don't think he's been here very long because he keeps observing the manor. The calculating look on his face makes me think he's mapping the place out, which is very intimidating, to be honest. We walked in silence to the dining room and every couple of moments I'd glance at Damian who would always return a glare.

"Good morning Master Richard," Alfred greeted in the doorway with his pleasant grin.

"Hiya Alf!" I smiled.

"And greetings to you as well, Master Damian."

Damian stepped in front of me, staring down Alfred. "Pennyworth," he greeted formally.

"Dick," Bruce said, sitting in his usual seat with the morning paper. "I wanted you to help me with the tests."

I confusedly question, "What tests?"

I made my way from the doorway to the seat next to Bruce. Alfred set breakfast down in front of me, then made his way back to the kitchen.

"To confirm the identity," Bruce points his head to Damian who was still standing in the doorway.

"As the grandson of Ra's?" Well, that leaves out the adopted idea. Not that I actually thought the Demon's Head would adopt, but anything is possible. I mean he has a grandson and nobody would've thought that would happen.

"Yes, and my son."

And what?! But then, "Who's the mother?"

"Talia."

Shit. Bruce and Talia, ten years ago, nobody tells me anything.