Gotham, 11am.

It's dark, cold and raining. But that's usually the case in Gotham.

Bruce and his other wards were all attending a gala so they couldn't call them for back up.

The batboys were sent on a mission that went south.

The four of them hid behind a wall, thinking of a plan.

Robin, (Damian AKA you) speaks up.

"We.. need more help. Maybe i should call my friends."

Jason pauses, generally confused.

"Your what?"

Damian pinches the bridge of his nose.

"My friends."

"Is he saying friends?" Tim asks.

"I think he's being sarcastic." Jason ever so helpfully adds.

"No, no, this is delirium. He's cracked from being awake all night, hey Robin, all your friends are here." Tim says, thoughtfully.

Damian glares at them.

"I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends! I made new friends, it was a task, I complete tasks!"

"That's so great..! I can't wait to meet them..." Tim tries to force a smile, not fully convinced.

Dick is starstruck.

"Robin, you actually listened to me im so proud of you-!" Dick wipes a genuine tear from his cheek.