Hiding out in the Bat Cave for the time being, Tim was at the Bat Computer keeping a close eye on what was going on upstairs, Jason was leaning against a table pretending not to pay attention to the multiple camera screens, and Dick was busy thinking about all the ways this dinner could go wrong. It was already difficult dealing with Damien on a good day, and now that the other side of his family was here they were doomed.<br/><br/>"How long do you we've got until Bruce or Alfred drags us up there?" Jason asked, not uncrossing his arms as he watched Talia and Bruce leave the demon and demon spawn behind.<br/><br/>"Probably soon." Tim said with a sigh, leaning back in the chair.<br/><br/>"Think Gotham will need some extra surveillance tonight?" Dick asked, looking towards where all their uniforms were hanging up. "I mean, we could always say something came up right after dinner so we don't need to hang around and make small talk."<br/><br/>"Bruce would know." Tim remarked, turning in the chair to face his older brother.<br/><br/>"Well just work your techno magic and make it [i[look[/i] like something came up." Jason growled. "He can spend the night eyeing up his woman, and we get out of the whole thing."<br/><br/><br/>Damien was happy to know that things with the League were still doing well. He still missed being part of it, and would love to go back with his Mother and Grandfather, but he knew he couldn't just leave his Father either.<br/><br/>"Of course not." Damien refrained from snapping. How could he think his earliest training had been forgotten? "If anything, it makes me better suited than the others." Damien said proudly.