As his parents returned from their tour, Damien gladly took the responsibility of leading his family into the dining room.<br/><br/>“I hope the others don’t ruin this. Especially Todd.” Damien muttered as the three of them took a seat. “Mother, what are your thoughts on the others?” He asked out of curiosity. He figured his grandfather wasn’t a fan of any of the other Bat kids, but his mother was harder to figure out. She wasn’t as strict as he was, and often fought his grandfather on matters that made perfect sense to him.<br/><br/><br/>It was easy for the others to know when Bruce was coming, the cameras hidden all over the Manor doing a good job of that.<br/><br/>“Hey Bruce.” Dick called out as the man himself made an appearance. None of them looked all that eager to leave the safety of the Bat Cave when Bruce said dinner was ready.<br/><br/>“Do we have to?” Jason asked. “We all know it’s just going to be hell for everyone involved.” He stated, arms crossed as he leaned against one of the work tables.<br/><br/>“We’ll be up soon.” Dick said, all three watching as Bruce left.<br/><br/>“We are so screwed.” Jason said.<br/><br/>“Suit up and hope for the best?” Tim asked, swivelling around in the chair to face his brothers.<br/><br/>“Sounds like a plan.” Jason smirked.<br/><br/><br/>As the trio made their way back up the the manor, each wearing their kevlar suits under their clothes, they felt a little more prepared to sit through dinner with demon number one, demon number two, and the demon spawn.