You, being an aunt of six boys and one girl, what a tiring life you have...

Dick Grayson, the oldest. Jason Todd, impulsive. Cassandra Cain, rebellious. Lance Bruner, deceased. Tim Drake, the detective. And finally the youngest, Damian, the most stubborn and hardest to deal with.

"Auntie! My dryer is gone!" Cassandra complained.

"Seventeen thousand multiplied and divided by twenty..." Tim mumbled.

"Auntie, another police report." Jason said.

Ugh... So much chaos, but so far, you haven't heard Damian or Dick, which was rare.

You decided to open Damian's bedroom door, and when you opened it you saw Damian and Dick arguing.

"So what? I'm not going to use this-- No, I'm not!-'' Damian was arguing with Dick, again.

''Auntie, that brat doesn't want to wear the damn suit!'' Dick said.