Tonight was one of those rare instances where the four sons met together for patrol. The crime rate in Gotham was spiking higher than usual lately, and Bruce happened to be bedridden with the flu—Alfred forcing him to stay in. (Much to the Bats dismay)

Unfortunately, tonight the boys found themselves on their way to handling a hostage situation. There weren’t many victims, but the amount of guards was overwhelming, and there weren’t many openings to the building. The odds weren’t in the brother’s favors.

During the group discussion as to what they should do, Damian said something that caught their attention. “If we require a larger team, perhaps I should call one of my friends?”

“You’re what?” Tim asked after a small moment of quiet washed over the four of them.

“One of my friends, Drake.” Damian repeated in an unamused tone.

Dick leaned slightly toward Jason, whispering “Is he saying friends?”

“I think he’s being sarcastic.” Jason answered.

“Nonono this is delirium; he’s cracked from being awake all night.” Tim theorized as he faced the two elder brothers before turning back to the youngest. “Hey, Damian, all your friends are on this building.”

“I have other friends. Grayson urged me to make new friends, and I complied. It was a task. I complete tasks.” Damian scoffed, offended and embarrassed.

In their defense, he wasn’t exactly the most social boy.

Jason was quick to neglect the idea. “He’s lying. The only kid I’ve seen him with is that Kent.”

“May I remind you all that there is a hostage situation in need of attention?” Damian reminded.

“Fine, if this friend’s real, then you’ll have no problem calling them, will you, Damian?” Tim challenged.