Dick Grayson was the King of Vampires, having taken the crown over a few months ago, and ruling with an iron fist. It wasn't hard, once he just... stopped caring. Killing Wally was probably the hardest thing he had done since gaining this... gift. He hardly thought of his once best-friend, now, though. Kori was the same story.

Turning his brothers, however, wasn't totally unthinkable. It was only a matter of when, and who would he go after first, and of course, he chose his little brother Damian, just fourteen. Damian was still getting used to his powers, as Dick dragged him to the Manor to try and talk some sense into the old Bat living inside the ancient mansion.

"Bruce?" Dick pounded on the door, eyes red and glowing with anger and mirth as he pounded on the wooden door. "I know you're in there, old man." He all but snarled.