Damien preened under the attention, his sense of superiority over the others evident in the look he gave them. Tim, Jason, and Dick all watched the enemy come in, and between the three were thinking up strategies to handle anything that may come up over supper. They all knew Alfred's rule of no weapons, or hero gear of any sort, in the Manor, and believed that extended to others as well after witnessing the older butler force people like Clark Kent, and Oliver Queen to change or hand over any weapons they may have brought with them.<br/><br/>When Talia approached the three of them, they all froze. How did she know them? Had Bruce talked about them to her? Did Damien tell her? When had he had the chance to do that? Glaring towards the youngest of the Bat kids who had the nerve to look innocent, Jason went to say something but was stopped by Dick who slapped a hand over his brother's mouth and gave an apologetic smile to Talia.<br/><br/>"It's nice to meet you to, but if you'll excuse me I need to talk to Jay about something." As he said this, Dick was already pulling Jason away, Tim right behind them. When the three were out of sight, they used one of the many entrances to the Batcave, the safest place to talk openly without being overheard.<br/><br/>"What the hell was that about?" Jason spat.<br/><br/>"It's a little early to fight with the guests, even for you." Tim supplied from where he taken a seat at the Bat Computer.<br/><br/>"Tim's right, Jay. We were told to behave and neither of them have done anything yet. Maybe they're on their best behaviour too." Dick said with a smile and a shrug, causing Jason to laugh.<br/><br/>"Those two don't have a best behaviour."<br/><br/>Meanwhile upstairs, Damien was asking his grandfather about the training of the League, he being the only one of the Bats actually interested and caring about this sort of thing.<br/><br/>"Are they proving successful Grandfather?" He asked. "I would hate to find that the League has been lacking in their expertise as of late."