(A/N: Hey guys! Hope you like the BatFamily Fluff! It hasn't been Beta'ed... R&R! Enjoy.)

(Disclaimer: I own nothing. I got the idea from a picture that i don't own either...I only own that adorable cat on the floor.)

-Early Mornings.-

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Alfred strolled into the master bedroom, and headed straight for the curtains. He draw them back with a whisk and a swoosh! and spun on his heels towards the bed. He inspected the lump filled mattress, there was one two many. With a smile and a sigh he walked back out of the room, ignoring the groaning voices following him as he went.

Bruce Wayne or better known as Batman sat up on his elbow, squinting at the light filled room around him. He stretched his arms above his head as he sighed tiredly, freezing in place as a foot kicked his shin softly.

Bruce relaxed as a soft tired familiar moan reached his ears, as the sheets and blankets ruffled next to him. A moment later a head popped out from under the duvet, little eleven year old Damien yawned rubbing his eyes with closed fists.

"Good morning, Father." He muttered ruffling his hair even more as he ran a hand through it. Bruce smiled slightly, a warm look shining in his eyes.

"Damien, morning son." He said softly.

"Drake." Damien let out a growl as he shifted closer to his father, glaring at Tim's head as he surfaced above the sea of blankets.

"Air! I-I mean, morning Bruce." Tim mumbled, smiling sheepishly at his own sudden outburst. "Tim?" Bruce raised an eyebrow at his second son, glancing at the tense younger son next to him. Damien's scowl deepened as Tim glanced at him with distaste.

"Demon child." He greeted halfheartedly, feeling the tension fill the air, just waiting for Damien to spring-.

"-Good morning Dad!" Tim jumped at the sudden loud voice of his eldest brother Dick, blasted in his right ear.

"Ouch!"

"Tim, Little D." Dick smiled slinging an arm around his younger brother. Leaning slightly around Tim, he smiled broadly at Bruce. "Hey Daddy, how about a good morning kis-."

"-We already talked about this Dick." Bruce cut off his eldest with a sigh, rubbing his temples in anticipation of a headache.

All four occupants of the bed froze as the sheets at the bottom of the bed jerked upward, a head and two flailing arms shooting out as a string of curses met their ears.

"It's six am, dangit!" Jason cried irritably as he sat up in bed, glaring at his brothers with annoyance.

Bruce just stared at him with an, "why am i not surprised." look. "Jason what-."

"-Get away from me Drake!" Damien sprung forward knocking Tim to the bed and Dick out of it, strangling the former.

"A-air!" Cried Tim, clutching at the younger boy's hands around his neck.

"Cut it out you two!"

"How dare you push me off the bed, you demon monkey!"

"Shut up! I'm trying to sleep!"

"Master Bruce, breakfast is ready." Alfred said knocking on the doorframe softly as he peered around the corner.

"Save me." Bruce mouthed to Alfred, as he held Damien in his arms who was thrashing every which way screaming profanities an eleven year old shouldn't ever utter. Tim leaned back against Dick gasping for breath, his face blue from lack of air.

-END.-

(A/N: Review? And I'll write a second oneshot. Thanks for reading!)