When all of the bat boys had been summoned downstairs to the living room, they had expected the worst. Each eyed the other, trying to think of what they had done that was bringing the wrath down on their heads when Bruce walked in and explained the<span style="font-style: italic">real</span>situation, and it was so much worse.<br/><br/>As if on cue, all hell broke loose. Jason was shouting something about not wanting anything to do with those assholes, getting a very pointed glare from Damien who was just barely restraining himself from strangling the older boy. Tim was trying to get Bruce to change his mind, telling him what the probability of this ending well was, and listing off everything that could go wrong. And Dick, being the oldest of the crew simply shook his head with a small smile. He could agree with Jason that he didn't want them here either, he could agree with Tim that this wasn't going to end well, heck, he could even agree with Damien who was spouting that he didn't want his family (Talia and Ra's) to have to deal with them (the Bats).<br/><br/>As soon as the doorbell rang it was dead silent, as though someone had flipped a switch. No one moved until Bruce did, going to answer the door while the four of them remained rooted to the spot...except for Damien who walked right up beside Bruce. When the door opened, Damien waited patiently, looking every bit the billionaire's kid as he waited with his hands behind his back and chin up.<br/><br/>"Mother, grandfather, it's nice to see you both again." The youngest member of the Batclan addressed the pair. "Father has just now informed us of your plans to join us tonight."<br/><br/>From the doorway leading to the living room Jason mocked Damien, earning a chuckle from Tim, and an elbow in the ribs from Dick. All three boys waited and watched before hearing Alfred arrive from the direction of the kitchen.<br/><br/>"Ah, I see the guests have arrived. Supper should be ready shortly." He sent one of his own glares in the direction of the boys before disappearing back into the kitchen. They all knew what it meant, and no one wanted to cross Alfred.