(Shit guys, this bloody far???)

"You did WHAT?!", Batman roared.

Clark, standing besides the billionaire, winced, feeling nothing but pity for the boy to whom Bruce's anger was directed. Then again, observing the nonchalance on Damian's face, Superman didn't think his sympathy was needed: arms folded; both eyebrows arched; leaning against the wall; and sleeves rolled up- no fucks were given.

Besides, it wasn't as if Clark didn't have his own child to tell off. It had been a regular day at work, nothing too interesting to report, then he got a call from the school saying that his son had concussed a boy. Real pleasant. Oh, and then he gets a call from the Hall of Justice (J'onn J'onzz no less!) saying that Jonathan, Damian and Raven were there- and eating blueberry muffins of all things!

So yeah, that wasn't the best.

Forget cucumbers, Damian was as cool as the Fortress of Solitude, replying, "I fractured on boy's nose. Broke three of another's ribs. Smashed one on to a locker causing a concussion.", he smirked, nodding his head to Raven and Jon, who stood to his left, "They dealt with the rest."

"Raven!", Starfire gasped, her eyes glowing greener than usual, "I did not expect this from you!"

They had obtained a rather large audience in the JLA meeting room -considering that today was the weekly meeting of the Justice League, that shouldn't have been surprising. By Raven's reckoning, the Flash and Green Lantern were only there to see Batman get pissed at someone other than them. And Vic would probably do one of those big-brother type things after they'd been told off where he'd show that he understood what it was like to be a teen and how Bruce and Clark were just being parents and so on and so forth. Raven would look forward to that conversation: Cyborg had a way with people, like a genuine brother. Which only made Raven wonder where Adyn was since he wasn't congregated with the rest of them.

But that was dragging her thoughts away from the real matter at hand: Batman, Superman, Starfire and Nightwing demanding an explanation of the situation.

"Look,", Raven sighed, "I don't know how to say this but...", she dropped the pretends of thoughtfulness and snickered, "Oh they had it coming! I mean, really-"

"The condescension!", Damian agreed enthusiastically. "Tt. It was outrageous!"

"And the arrogance!", Raven threw her hands in the air.

"Three words: over-gelled hair."

"I know right! Almost as bad as the sports hoodies- B.O that bad can't be covered up with cologne!"

With a bark-like, bursting laugh, Damian grimaced, "That's far from the worst-", he narrowed his eyes at nothing, "Something in their general air that screams 'I AM BETTER THAN YOU' accompanied by those ridiculously smug faces as if they believe themselves to know everything and rule over everyone and-".

At this point, he broke off, noticing the raised eyebrow and 'you don't saaay' expression on Raven's face.

"Shut up."

The demoness snapped back, "I didn't say anything!"

"Your face said all!"

Ending this confusing but oddly cute moment, Hal groaned, "But what did they actually do!", wanting to hear the petty story and see Bruce's reaction.

Tuning back in to the outside world (and oh-so-suddenly realising their display of somewhat-hatred in front of several Leaguers and Titans) Damian and Raven halted their bout with faux-anger.

"Just...", Clark sighed, "could someone tell me what happened. I don't want to make judgements if I don't know the full story."

A nice, rational way of speaking and thinking, wasn't it? Very Clark Kent.

That wonderful representation of a respectful and loving father was slashed like a shuriken through flesh. Why?-A simply answered question, truly.

Batman.

"Explain. Now.", he scowled through the mask at his son. "I'll confiscate that katana for a week otherwise."

That threat did not go down well.

***A***Few***Hours***Earlier***

"Hey, whatcha gonna do rich boy? Get daddy to pay us to go away?", the fool guffawed, joined by the rest of his pathetic cronies.

Analysing the situation as carefully as his anticipation-flooded mind could manage (as carefully as the word could be extended to mean, which was unsurprising seeing as he'd been trained from birth to control himself in combat) Damian noted the few centimetres between himself and the boy behind him- and elbow strike to the stomach would work out nicely- the distance from the boy who's hand was on his shoulder and the lockers, and the general spacing of the rest. None of them stood a chance, and Damian was going to enjoy this.

"Last warning. Remove. The. Hand."

Observing in the crowd, Damian watched Raven's smirk grow. She wouldn't want to miss out on the action: he would save some of the children for her to deal with.

As predicted, the boy didn't remove his hand, instead, he decided to take things the hard way and make to shove Damian's shoulder. A snake striking, he twisted the boy's arm, sending an uppercut shattering through the twat's nose. Before the teenager behind him could land the ill-placed punch, Damian's elbow slammed in to him, sending the boy flying in to a locker.

From Raven's end, the fight had only been going on for a few seconds, but that was enough to know that she wanted in. Shoving past the hollering crowd and their obtrusive bags, Raven slid between the boy with the broken nose and one yet uninjured, stopping when she stood besides Damian and facing the enraged pretty-boy-squad.

"Last chance.", she warned. "Back the fuck up."

Assuming the role of leader whilst this pack's injured alpha whimpered, a boy sporting one of those stupid fratty quiffs jeered at Damian, "Ya little girlfriend gonna protect ya?"

Ever the image of regality, Raven snorted, "So be it."

BAM!

SMASH!

CRACK!

Three more idiots had fallen- and they hadn't even sustained greater casualties than a few broken bones! Egging the fighters on, the mass of students with nothing better to do with their lives shouted and shoved. Breaking free from the students, a handful of the twats' associates joined the melee: unsurprisingly, their hair was as gel-soaked as the boy who first approached Damian.

Observing more join the fight, Jonathan bit his lip, contemplating helping out. Those kids looked like real meanies, and they'd tried messing with Damian first! But...Raven and Damian had it pretty well covered. Glancing over at Donna, who stood not too far way- just behind a girl wearing silver hooped earrings that he was pretty sure weren't allowed- Jon made up his mind.

CRASH!

Slumped on the floor, another boy was out cold, blood dripping from his nose. There wasn't any time to gloat as a lazy fist swung through the air, aiming for the newcomer's head.

"Nice to see you've joined in.", Raven chuckled at Jon, intercepting the attacker's lousy punch with a knife hand block, turning to jab her elbow in to the boy's back.

Grinning, the Kent pushed his glasses further up his nose, stepping out of the way of another punch. Careful not to get too carried away, lest his super strength send someone flying to the other end of the corridor, Jon delivered a few blows of his own, receiving the satisfying crunch of bones breaking.

Within the space of a minute or so, the assailants (which might as well be an insult to the term, considering they were but foolish children too big for their boots) had been...defeated. Though one might question whether or not 'defeated' was the right term to use for a few broken bones and two concussed teens.

The gratification remained, even after the hits had been thrown.

"What are you doing?!"

That shout drew the three victors out of their triumph, turning their attention towards one girl who pushed to the front of the crowd. Bag slung over one shoulder, wild black hair tamed by a hairband, skirt travelling dangerously above mid-thigh, and face twisted in an expression none had ever witnessed in her face, Donna gawped at the three of them.

"Have you forgotten 'Don't cause trouble' or 'Don't hurt anyone' or 'Keep a low profile'?!", she groaned, "Gods sakes! Can I not have this one thing?! Is it so hard not to be normal?!"

With that shocking confession bursting out in front of half the school body, Donna barged past the rest of the crowd, ignoring the 'OOOH snaaap's and 'DAAAAM's. Stepping out of the angry girl's way, a student with short black hair, slanted eyes and a studious, curious look about her, shook her head, exhaling, "Troublemakers."

***

Naturally, they left out the whole angry-Donna part, that was somewhat unnecessary and would only add to the growing tension between Donna and Diana: like many of the Justice League and Titans/Young Justice members. Mark my words, it will count for something in the future, though.

Now, I see no reason to bore you with the adults (Kori, Bruce, Clark and a few assorted people over the age of eighteen) chastising the three Titans on their actions, or how amusing the situation was to many of the Justice Leaguers -who had thought that this night would be like all of the boring meetings of the past- or even Damian's outburst at Bruce's constant threats. Instead, I shall leave you at:

"Anyway,", Superman halted Bruce's warning to 'not allow Damian access to the training room for the next three weeks' with a heavy sigh, "The three of you have been excluded from school until next Monday-"

"YESSSS!", Jon made the classic 'get in!' fist pump, only to realise the unimpressed onlookers and dip his head, "Oh...I mean...oh no, that's terrible..."

"A valiant effort J,", Damian patted Jon on the shoulder, raising an eyebrow at the three main accusers (in the DC universe, eyebrows scarcely stayed un-elevated), "Is that all?"

From his seat around the Just i.e. league meeting table, Cyborg peeked up, "Not exactly..."

***

"Ugh! How can there be this many unwashed dishes?!", Jonathan groaned. "ITS THE JUSTICE LEAGUE! They have the frickin fanciest danciest tech this side of the universe and they can't use a dish washer!"

Soap spuds splashing on his face- bless him, the poor thing had apparently never used a sponge properly in his life- Jonathan huffed, scrubbing at week old quiche residue on a saucer, scrunching his nose as foam dropped down his face. Blinking as water splashed in to his eyes, Jonathan indignantly sniffled.

"HEY! It ain't funny!"

Drying a bowl as if Pennyworth were scrutinising his actions, Damian replied, "On the contrary, dear Jonathan, it is hilarious.", exercising the true power of dignified sarcasm, as leant from a certain English butler.

Placing another stack of plates in to the cupboard, Raven mused, "Well, it could've been worse, we just have to do the dishes, that isn't so hard."

Unbeknownst to the three of them, an individual in red and gold (predominantly red) had flashed to the kitchen's doorway -who would have thought there would be a kitchen in the Hall of Justice, it's not really something that comes to mind when someone says 'a headquarters for the defenders of Earth to launch attacks, defended, and recuperate after missions'.

That individual chuckled at the sight of the three, "Oh man, that's not the only thing you guys've gotta do.", he leaned against the wall, "I feel for ya, really, I do."

Jonathan abandoned the soapy water, exclaiming, "What d'ya mean?! There's more!", his hands dropped in despair, "That's not fair!"

Chucking another delicate slab of porcelain at the demoness, Damian said, "Stop whinging Jonathan, you're as bad as Titus when he's not been fed.", he turned to Barry, "What more is there?"

The Flash grinned, counting on his fingers, "Cleaning the floors. Filing the old paperwork that The Bat hasn't gotten his hands on. Double patrol. Finding the-"

Raven didn't let him finish the sentence, sensing a butt of magic to slam the door shut.

A.N:

I don't know what's gone on with this chapter my darlings. It's been a bit of a filler, but what's happened here is also pretty relevant to later stuff so I'm not quite sure.

Anyway, I've got quite a lot planned for the next few chapters! I think you'll enjoy the tea...like, not even a cup, a fucking bucket of tea. Enjoy!

Thanks

-Bats :3