Jon came over to the Wayne Manor. They were grounded from patrol but that didn't mean that they couldn't train in the Cave. It was a Friday, meaning that usually all of the Wayne boys would be patrolling Gotham and Bludhaven, but for now they were stretching and working out.

"No way!" Tim shouted. He was talking with his father. "But dad-"

"It's final- you're training them. You can miss one night of vigilante business."

Tim knew better than to argue and instead balled up his fists. "Fine." Bruce reminded him to watch his attitude and Tim sighed, walking down the metal stairs to the main level of the Batcave.

"Dad said I'm supposed to help train you." Tim said.

Jon thought that Tim was the coolest kid in the world. He was the leader of the Teen Titans and the best detective in all of Gotham. Jon smiled.

"Thank you, Tim."

Damian rolled his eyes. "And what could you help teach us, literal orphan."

"Well literal bastard, I know how to work as a team."

"You mean when you're not making out with Stephanie."

Tim frowned. "Anyways. We're working on teamwork and their is no I in team."

"There is in Spanish." Damian said. "equipo."

Tim frowned and then sighed. "This is going to be a long night."

Jon raised his hand. "I want to say that I am thankful that you are teaching us and I also think that the Teen Titans are awesome."

Damian pretended to gag. Tim caught that.

He had them work on drills. "STOP!" He shouted. "Damian you have to work TOGETHER."

"He's holding me back!" Damian pointed. "What the fuck do you want me to do? Get killed."

"Sometimes." Tim muttered.

"Damian, you shouldn't curse." Jon said.

Damian turned around. "What are you going to go and tell mommy?"

Jon balled up his hands and pointed at Damian. "Gosh darn you are such a..." He paused. "SAD, SAD LITTLE GREMLIN!"

Damian raised an eyebrow. "That's the best you got?"

Jon shrugged. "Yeah."

Tim sighed and pulled up a chair to the sparring mat. "In order to work together, you have to learn each other's weaknesses.

"I don't have any weaknesses." 

Jon laughed. "Yeah? Well you can't reach a granola bar on the top shelf."

Damian frowned. "I was trained how to be a perfect fighter and-"

Jon poked Damian in the ribs. "Tag. You're it."

Damian narrowed his eyes. "Do you think that you're special because of your powers?"

"Kinda." Jon said, levitating. He crossed his arms.

"Spar with me." Damian said. "No powers."

"No way!" Jon disagreed. "I wasn't trained to kill people like you were."

Tim interrupted. "I don't think that you two are learning how to work together." He said, leaning back in his chair.

"Shut up, orphan!" Damian yelled.

"In your dreams, bastard."

Jon sighed. "I think that we need to learn to work together. I want to go out on patrol again."

"Fine." Damian said. "I agree." He looked at Tim. "If I beat you in a match, you let us go out on patrol to learn to work together instead of cramming us here."

"No. Absolutely not." Tim objected.

Damian threw a sharp shuriken  at Tim, who caught it. His hand bled. "Damian- stop it."

"C'mon. Fight me." Damian taunted.

Tim stood up and unlocked his bo staff, activating into a weapon. "If I knock you off of the mat, I win. If you knock me off, you and Jon can go out and I'll cover for you FOR AN HOUR. That's it."

Damian grinned, evilly, and pulled out a sai, tucked in his belt.

---

Damian and Jon walked in the shadows of Crime Alley in Gotham.

"Do you think Tim will be okay?" Jon asked.

"Keep your voice down." Damian said.

"I mean, you slashed his arm pretty deep."

Damian, himself, had a bruising eye and sore ribs. He sighed. "He's fine. We're used to it."

"Geez." Jon breathed. "That's pretty crazy."

"Here they come!" Damian whispered, harshly. A pair of armed thugs opened the door to an alleyway building. He looked at Jon. "It's now or never."

"I vote never."

"Wimp."

"I am not a wimp!" Jon whispered, following Damian. "What's our plan? Diplomacy?" But Damian had already kicked in the door.

"Beg for mercy!" Damian shouted, throwing a star on the bulls-eye from the darts board across the make-shift bar.

"There goes diplomacy." Jon whispered to himself.

Damian jumped up onto the bar, dodging knives and flipping around, dodging everything. Someone came up behind Damian. It was loud in the chaos. "ROBIN!" Jon warned but he was almost too late. He took a deep breath and blew out, hard.

FREEZE BREATH!

He froze the exit door, locking everyone in. 

"Gosh darn it." He whispered. He squeezed his eyes closed and opened them, wide.

LASER VISION!

That seemed to make things worse. He looked around. Damian was now dodging bullets. He threw down a smoke bomb and backed away. He gave the sign for Jon to duck.

"I have an idea!" Jon shouted, picking up a table. He chucked it into the smoke bomb and the gunfire stopped.

"Okay- time to go. I found the drugs." Damian rushed. He held up a brick of cocaine.

"Is that actual cocaine?!" Jon yelled.

"No shit." Damian said, rolling his eyes and leading Jon out of the bar.

They slipped out into the alleyway. "How long will it take us to get home?" Jon asked.

Damian pressed a button his watch, his motorcycle turning on it's lights. "Get on- we've got 10 minutes."

They sped off in the dark, passing by the cops who were off heading to the alleyway bar.

---

"Cutting it close." Tim frowned.

"Where's dad?" Damian asked.

"Not home yet. You guys should go to bed. How did it go?"

"Jon threw a table."

"Damian jumped into a knife fight."

"Jon froze our only exit."

"Damian dodged bullets."

"Then Jon used laser vision and almost caught the place on fire."

"Damian grabbed a block of drugs."

Damian rolled his eyes. "It was just some cocaine."

Tim frowned. "Seriously, D? He's 10- don't show him cocaine."

Damian shrugged. "C'mon Jon, lets get some sleep."

They waked to the elevator and up they went.