"So do you want to explain the situation, or am I just going to have to assume you're smuggling new friends into Gotham?"

Dick stood with his arms crossed, looking down at the two teenagers sitting before him. Dick focused more on Damian, trying to pry some answers to why the younger boy had a boy hiding in his room.

"Well?"

"I don't need to explain anything. You shouldn't have been snooping around in my room in the first place."

"I was just trying to find the hoodie you stole from me, and then I find this kid taking a shower in your bathroom!" Dick pointed to the dark haired boy sitting next to Damian, still dripping wet from said shower.

"Can I at least know names and reasons why he's been staying here? And don't even try to tell me he hasn't been staying. I saw the sleeping bag and pillows stashed under your bed."

Damian pouted and crossed his arms, refusing to give Dick any details.

Dick sighed and grabbed a shirt and some oversized sweatpants from his drawers and threw them at the poor kid stuck in nothing but a towel.

"Why don't you finish drying off in my bathroom and put those on?"

"Um, thank you." He mumbled before disappearing into Dick's bathroom.

"Alright. Here's the deal. Bruce is gonna be gone for a while and I'm in charge while he's gone, so I'm not gonna kick him out. I just wanna know his name, why he's here, and how long he's been hidden in your room."

Damian stayed quiet for a little longer before breaking the silence.

"Fine. His name's Loki,"

"You mean from mythology?"

"Yes Grayson, now let me finish. That is Loki, and he's been here for nine days."

"…You've kept the God of Mischief in your room for nine days?" Dick stared at Damian.

"Well he has no knowledge of how he arrived here, and I figured he may be of use, so I decided to let him stay in my room until he could figure out how to get back home."

"Which is…"

"Asgard."

Dick ran his fingers threw his hair.

"So you're telling me that a god just fell out of the sky, and you decided to let him stay in your room until he can magically return home? And you didn't think to maybe tell Bruce or me, the people who have connections to some of the best magical beings in the world, that you are harboring a thirteen year old God of Mischief?"

"Technically, as a god, I'm much older than that."

Both boys turned to Loki, who was practically swimming in Dick's sweatpants. Dick was about to respond when his phone went off.

"Well, I guess you'll have to tell me those details later. I need to run, but Damian, tell your little 'friend' the rules of the house before you let him run loose." With that, Dick left the two boys.

"I assume that was your brother?"

Damian rolled his eyes. "Adopted. But yeah, he's the oldest one."

"You have more?"

"Unfortunately yes. There's also Jason Todd and Tim Drake."

"Interesting. I also assume this is his room?"

"Yes, why?"

"You know I'm the god of mischief. That includes pranks and such. And there is no better place to start than in your brothers' rooms."

Damian smiled. He could tell he was gonna like having this fallen god around.