Dick Grayson

To say that the day at the mansion was complete chaos was an understatement; they had only returned from a mission a few minutes earlier and didn't have the energy to tidy up at that moment. They plodding heavily to their rooms. Poor Alfred was the one who had to put everything in order. Only Damian was missing from the mansion, who, for some strange reason, had been driving off course for several hours. Alfred knocked on Dick's door, and Dick, sluggish and tired, went to answer it. The butler informed him that he had to go down to the main hall. Bruised, he nodded, putting on loose clothing that wouldn't rub against the bandages on his ribs. When he went downstairs, he found the other two below. The doors opened, and Damian entered with his back to them, looking relaxed. Behind him was another figure. They had never seen him smile, and when he saw the three idiots in front of him, his face changed completely. "What are you doing here?"