**Damian POV

I wake up on my bed with sore eyes and turn to look over at the alarm clock on the nightstand. "9:20 pm....." I sigh and roll over onto my back and stare up at the ceiling, being careful not to wake Titus. "I've been asleep for a little over three hours..... The others have probably eaten dinner without me by now...." I'm not really sure how to describe how I am feeling right now as I stare at the ceiling and think back on Drake's words.

After a few minutes of staring I groan and sit up, shaking the thoughts from my head. "Why the hell do I care about what that idiot says. It's obvious that he's just trying to mess with me." I push myself up off my bed and exit my room heading down the stairs and towards the grandfather clock that leads to the Batcave.

Halfway to the cave I run into a hard sturdy figure. I look up only to see- Kid Flash, well, Wallace West. He is dressed in plaid sleeping pants, and a fitted black shirt. His face looks awkward, like he was caught. "Damian..."

I furrow my brows at the speedster. "Why in god's name are you here West? And why are you dressed in sleepwear?"

"Um, I uh... I'm crashing here tonight... um..." His voice is deep and timid, he only opens up in the presence of Grayson and Drake, but for some reason, not me. Like he is intimidated by me. Which he certainly should be of course.

He awkwardly turns a little, and speeds back up the stairs and undoubtedly into Grayson's bedroom. I suppose those amatuer fools are still having sleep overs. What children.

I decide to follow after him and press my ear against the door. I can hear faint chatter behind Grayson's door. "He saw you...? Who?"

"Damian..."

"Fuck... Hope he doesn't tell dad that I let you in the window again..." Then I hear his overhead light flick off and the quiet rustling of bedding as I hear Grayson's PS4 turn on. "Well anyway, you're on you ass."

"Fight me you dumb bird."

I smirk to myself and suddenly slam the door open. "GRAYSON! FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS!"

Grayson shrieks and falls off of West's... lap?

Grayson's face glows a bright pink as he picks himself up off the floor and seems to hide behind West's favorite hoodie. "Fucking hell knock next time, Jesus."

West just stares at me, not bothered by my appearance, more trying to read me.

He is a very tall, broad shouldered young man, two years older than Grayson. He has honey tinted skin with freckles and a head full of bright red hair, the kind that the girls in training swoon over.
Grayson avoids my eyes. "He was on a mission and I invited him over to play video games, I told dad I wouldn't let him in the window anymore because 'normal people use front doors' but it was so late and he came over and... if you tell Bruce I'll kick your ass." He goes sheepish and tries to regain his confidence.

I stand there in the doorway with my hands on my hips and glare at the two adults. "I'll highly doubt you'd be able to kick my ass Grayson."

Grayson raises an eyebrow at me. "You know I can, and I will. Remember the streetlamp from our first meeting."

I felt heat rising to my face and stumbled over my words, much to my displeasure. "I-.... You..! That didn't count Grayson! And you know it! You were the one who had to get stitches after all!" I cross my arms over my chest and frown at the two adults. "Besides I find it highly weird and disturbing that a 25 year old and 27 year old are having a sleepover as if they were small children. And furthermore Grayson, what exactly were you doing in West's lap? Explain yourself this instance. And maybe, just maybe, I won't tell Father that you let a meta into the house without his permission."

This time West's face turns a light shade of red for a split second. "I was giving him a back massage, he isn't as young as you, Damian. He needs his muscles relaxed sometimes." He throws out quickly, not having an actual reason or answer as to why they had been in that position.

"Hey! No I d--" Grayson opens his mouth in protest but receives a very harsh look from West which quickly shuts him up. "Y-yes I do..." Grayson's face shines pink.

I narrow my eyes and growl at West. "I'm sorry but I don't believe I was talking to you peasant. Now explain yourself Grayson."

Grayson's face goes a bit pale. He knows that I know that he cracks under pressure when I interrogate him, or father, as we are loud and share the same strengths.

I continue staring at Grayson while West makes a disgruntled noise. "Did you just-" He looks at Grayson. "Did he just call me a peasant?"

I roll my eyes in annoyance. "Of course I did. It is what you are after all, isn't it?"

Grayson looks at West with pleading eyes. "Um... Damian, I do have a screwed up back, it would make more sense if it bruised, but I believe I pulled a muscle from training the other day, you understand, don't you?"

I open my mouth to protest, not believing his lame excuse for an instant, when I get cut off. "Cut the bulls-"

"DICK!! Tell Jason to stop drunk texting me!!" Drake waltzes into Grayson's bedroom staring at his phone. "Ugh!! I swear he drives me nuts! He's drunk texting me about melons. Who even does th-" He looks up and sees the three of us. "Oh. Hey Wally, didn't know Dick invited you over. Did you come in through the window again?" He raises an eyebrow curiously.

Grayson's face goes pure white. "You've got to be joking..." West simply smiles politely.

Drake simply stands there completely oblivious to the current situation. "Um...is this a bad time? I feel like I'm interrupting something...?"

Grayson groans and sits down on his bed, far from West. "What do you all want? It's too late for this."

"I want you to explain yourself!"

"I want you to tell Jason to stop drunk texting me all the time." Drake looks down at his phone when it pings several times in a row. A deep seated scowl immediately takes root on his face as he lets out a drawn out groan and drags his free hand down his face. "Oh my god now he's telling yo mama jokes!"

Grayson rolls his eyes but stays silent. But to my surprise, West speaks. "Guys, can you just go? I've had a very long rough day and I'd like to get some rest. Thanks."

Grayson looks at West sheepishly, and nods in agreement. "Please guys, he's in pain too."

"Okay look I have no idea what the spawn is doing here and frankly I don't really care. But Jason is now sending selfies of himself as he slowly strips and he keeps mentioning someone named Trixie and I really don't want nudes of him on my phone so please do something about him before I see things I can never unsee Dick!"

I turn to glare at Drake. "I was here first Drake. Go deal with your drunk Todd problem by yourself."

Drake glares right back. "Actually Dick was here first before all of us. And hell no! I refuse to deal with a fuck all wasted Jason!"

Our glaring contest quickly turns into a heated argument in the middle of Grayson's bedroom.

Grayson groans and turns, climbing out his own window, twisting and throwing himself up onto the roof easily, West gives us all a protective glare and very quickly follows.

"Now look what you did!" Drake says angrily and proceeds towards the open window and climbs out it.

I'm unfortunately not quick enough and Drake shuts it before I'm able to climb through. He sticks his tongue out at me and scrambles up onto the roof.

I growl and quickly open the window back up and start to climb through only to stop as Drake's words from earlier once again play through my head. I sigh and just stand by the window opting to listen to the conversation instead.

"So what's with the demon brat? Why was he in your room Dick?" Drake said thinking that I must have given up and left.

Grayson is holding his head in his hands. "You know, guys, I come up here on the roof to be away from people. Can you all just leave me alone for once in your lives?"

"Okay look, just forgot the whole drunk Jason thing, alright? I'll just block him and then unblock him later. Right now I'm more concerned with you Dick. I mean no offence to either of you, but you normally don't invite Wally over uninvited unless something is horribly wrong, or your stressed, or both. So what's up? Does it have to do with the spawn?" Drake looks back and forth between Grayson and West.

West gives Drake a stern look. "Tim, seriously, not now. Just please go, okay?"

Drakes sighs and holds up his hands in defeat. "Yeah, okay, okay. I'm going, I'm going. I totally get it guys, this is one of those 'We'll tell you when you're older' things, isn't it? Say no more, I understand, I'll let you two have your bro time. Maybe I'll see if Gar is still awake and online on Xbox. .....Maybe I'll go get myself some coffee too..." Drake gets up and starts to walk down the roof back towards the window. "Goodnight!"

Grayson sighs quietly and seems to turn himself toward his best friend. "Night Tim."

"Good night Timbo!" West calls out loudly.

I quickly rush out of Grayson's room and back into mine before Drake renters through the window.

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Author's Note:

Again I ask that you please be gentle, feedback is welcome though.

P.S. Anyone who catches the movie reference will get two months worth of Alfred's Snickerdoodles.