Gotham City was under attack by intense rain and wind. The night was otherwise peaceful, with its citizens being able to relax after the Jokers latest attack ending in his imprisonment.

One bar in particular was packed full of gamblers and alcoholics alike. A gorgeous woman with black hair sat at the bar, drinking what the bartender handed to her, and smiling at an attractive man.

He was a known thug in the town, but this didn't seem to deter the woman. She walked over to the man and sat down, watching him play poker with some other men. She giggled and touched his shoulder as he made moves and plays.

"Give me a second, sweetheart," the man growled. "I'll win a nice amount of money and take you out. How does that sound?"

The woman smirked before quickly roundhouse kicking the man in the face. The bar erupted into chaos as his guards tried to stop her. She quickly leaped into the air and sprung under a table, throwing a drink at the thugs.

People uninvolved in the fight fled while the woman punched and kicked the gangsters. She grabbed one man and flung him into another while kicking one behind her. The boss got back up and attempted to grab her but she leaped onto his shoulders and slammed him into the table.

She jumped off of his shoulders and swept kicked his feet from underneath him. She punched at the goons behind him and dodged their sloppy kicks and hits with ease.

The woman smirked as she wiped the blood from her lip and walked out to her car calmly. She hopped into an expensive black Lamborghini and pressed the ignition before speeding off into the city.

A call came in as she turned a corner. "Dick," Bruce said, "how did it go?"

Dick Grayson ripped the wig off and smirked. "I can't believe you see me as a girl." He fake gasped.

Bruce sighed. "I'm assuming it went well?"

"Yeah, it was dandy. I don't think he's taking me out anymore though."

Damian butt in. "Stop being such a flirt, Grayson. Also, you're rich. Buy yourself dinner."

"Love you too, Dami-"

"Police en route. You're clear for tonight. Head back to the manor." Bruce cut his son off.

Dick nodded and hung up the phone. He turned again and waited for the gates to open. The long winding driveway lead up to the spectacular Wayne Manor.

He parked the car in the large, underground garage before heading into the batcave. Tim sat in front of the large computer, studying the city and police activity.

"You need to take a break, Timmy," dick warned as he washed off his makeup. "Have you slept in the past week?"

"Sleep is a social construct," Tim replied. "Also, look at this idiot."

He zoomed in on a camera, showing Jason trying to outsmart the Riddler in an alleyway. He was not as banterful as the tricky villain was.

"So dad and dami are the only ones being useful right now?" Dick chuckled.

"Can you believe he acts on every single dare? It's insane."

"You'd think he didn't go to an expensive private school and get an elite education." He started to head to the elevator. "Get some sleep, we have the gala tomorrow."

Tim nodded before checking the computers one more time. Bruce and Damian were just patrolling and didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Everything was safe.

Just to be sure, Tim called Bruce on the comms. "Batman? Red Robin from control here."

"Red Robin," the hero respond. "I read you."

"Is everything quiet down there? I'm not reading any activity on the police scanners or on the radios."

"We do seem to be alright. I'll have batgirl do a second patrol in a few hours."

"Okay, be safe," Tim left the computer and headed upstairs with his brother, both yawning and yearning for their beds.

They were met on the main floor by Alfred, who smiled slightly when he saw the boys. "Master Dick, Master Tim, off to bed I presume?"

Tim nodded while Dick said "I think I'd actually like to stretch before I head off to bed. Is the gym unlocked?"

Alfred nodded as the boy made his way to the gym, utilizing his circus training and unusual flexibility.

Bruce and Damian arrived home before Dick had even stopped stretching. They changed into pajamas quickly and headed upstairs to their own bedrooms. Damian had to check on all of his pets before he felt safe going to bed.

Jason didn't arrive home until very, very late. He didn't bother going to his room and instead fell asleep on the couch, still in his uniform with loaded guns on his body.

To the outside world, the Wayne family was a powerful yet boring family but they were a truly deadly and dangerous group.

***

The family all woke up at different times throughout the day. Alfred made sure that they got up before noon in order to eat and prepare for the gala later tonight.

Dick and Jason sat at the table, eating eggs and bacon. Tim was a known night owl and wouldn't wake up until Alfred made him. Bruce was by far the most put together, and he was currently out at Wayne Enterprises working on projects and earning money for his kids.

"Why do I have to go to the gala?" Jason complained. He always did, and he always got the same answer.

"You're apart of the family, aren't you Master Jason?" Alfred responded and cleared his plate off the table.

Damian ran by, chasing a turkey.

"Oh a second breakfast?" Jason joked.

"I will kill you again, Todd!" Damian warned as he sped after the strangely fast bird.

Alfred sighed as he started to wash the dishes, getting help from Dick. They would have time to relax, or patrol if they wanted, before they needed to get ready for the gala.

The gala was held by the city of Gotham every year and it was a time to make big announcements and show off how rich you were. While the Wayne's were rich, they didn't need to brag. Bruce had trained them from a young age to be disciplined and polite in public, but then again, they were young adults and teenagers and they would get into mischief if they wanted.

When the time came to get ready, everyone headed to their own rooms where their tuxes had been chosen for them already. Dick was the one most on top of it, as he had been the one going to the galas the longest. He gelled his hair nicely and put the tux on before looking for his black shoes that were always missing.

Jason, of course, had Dick's shoes and refused to help him look for them as he fixed his hair. He parted his hair down to one side, leaving it fluffy and accenting the white strands of hair he had.

Tim got dressed quickly but grabbed a cheap clip on bow tie instead of learning how to tie his own. While he waited for everyone else, he went on his computer and watched cameras and searched up some data. It was surprising that Bruce hadn't taken away his laptop yet.

Damian needed help from Alfred, although he hated to admit it. He was highly trained in battle but didn't have great training when it came to politeness. Alfred tied his tie while Dick messed around with his hair.

"Now you look like me. And we're matching!" Dick smiled and pinched Damians cheek.

He was like his father in the fact that he did love Dick but refused to show it. Maybe he just didn't know how.

Alfred gathered all the boys into the main hall once they were ready. Bruce joined them and messed with Jason's hair while smiling. Alfred arranger them in a neat portrait to take the picture, which Bruce would hang up later.

Family photos were important to him.

They all said goodbye and headed into the limo. Bruce was going to announce a new project at Wayne Enterprises that would help victims of any villain attacks, so he got all of his cards in order.

The boys bickered back and forth and teased each other. Bruce smiled at them. This was his family.