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Dick -
Bruce had a rough night. Scratch that; a rough week. It felt like all the villains in the city had broken loose. He finally caught the last of them last night, getting home at for in the morning. On top of that, he had a meeting that he needed to go to for Wayne Enterprises and he was late. Why? Because he couldn't find his freaking suit, shoes, or tie.
He groaned, finally deciding to put on another suit. It took him thirty extra minutes to get ready.
"Where's Dickie?" Bruce asked at the front door. Normally the little boy would meet his adoptive father with a big hug at the door before he had to go.
"I believe he fell asleep while watching Octonauts." Alfred answered. "He's had a long week. You know how that is." Bruce winced as he put on his jacket, before giving Alfred a look. "What? Too soon?" The butler asked innocently.
Bruce stepped out the door when five-year-old Dickie Grayson-Wayne came thumping down the stairs. "I'm weady fow the meeting!"
Bruce smiled softly. "I found your things." Alfred stated, making Bruce roll his eyes.
Dick stood at the bottom of the stairs, dragging a briefcase across the floor, with Bruce's missing things on his person. His shoes were dragging on the floor and his sleeves and tie were down to his knees. His haute was slicked back, although messily, and Bruce was pretty sure that wasn't hair gel.
"Chum…" Bruce walked over and kneeled down next to his child. "You know you can't come. Its a meeting for adults."
"But I is this many now!" Dick held up all his fingers on one hand.
Bruce shook his head. "Dickie, you're still just a kid. Besides, these meetings are really boring. They don't even have juice boxes or cereal!" Bruce exclaimed.
Dick gasped. "Really?" He whispered.
"Really." Bruce nodded, a serious look on his face. Bruce looked at his watch. He was an hour late. "You look great though."
Dick frowned. "It's too big." He lifted up his arm, the sleeve flopping around.
"How about this, Chum?" Bruce took off Dick's, his, suit jacket. "I skip the boring grownup meeting, and you and me go shopping to get your very own suit?"
"Can we get juice boxes and cereal?!" The child bounced.
Bruce chuckled, standing up and picking Dick up, hugging him. "Of course."
Dickie's eyes lit up. "I love you, Tati!"
"I love you too, Chum."
Jason -
Bruce breathed steadily as he ran across the rooftops, rushing to catch Two-Face. He was alone tonight, no Boy Wonder in sight. Jason Todd-Wayne had been Robin for almost a year, but the previous night Jason almost fell off a roof because he was still rusty with a grapple.
Besides, it was a school night and Jason, only being nine-years-old, needed sleep. Or so Alfred insisted.
So here he was, out as the Dark Knight alone. Not that he minded. Jason was like Dick, in the way that they both liked talking. This way, Bruce could get in more stakeouts that he's been putting off, like with Two-Face.
Harvey Dent hadn't been able to scope out a new headquarters. Of course it was never that easy. Two-Face got away after Batman's grapple was broke by one of his goons, who was two times bigger than Bruce.
He landed on his arm, definitely breaking it. He tried catching up to Dent, reaching for his extra grapple, only to find it wasn't there.
He let out a few colorful words, glad Alfred wasn't there, before calling the Batmobile. He didn't have to wait very long before it came zooming down the street.
Batman zoomed into the Batcave, tired and sore. Not to mention agitated. He always made sure he had extra things in his belt. He would've sworn on his parents' graves that he packed an extra one before heading out.
He hopped out of the car. He heard a thud and a string of curses, no doubt Jason, and ran up the stairs to the main floor where the training mat was, his heart pounding.
"Jay?!" He found the boy on the floor, holding his arm. "Sport, what are you doing? You have school tomorrow. It's one o'clock!"
Jason turned red. "I-I-"
"Is that…?" Bruce rose his eyebrow behind the cowl at the object in Jason's hand. Bruce's missing grapple.
Jason looked down. "I just wanted to make you proud."
Bruce kneeled down. "Jason, you make me proud everyday. You just need a little more practice is all."
Jason was still a bit upset. "But I couldn't even grapple without hurting myself. I think I brine my arm."
Bruce laughed. "I understand, Sport." Bruce pointed to his arm, which just so happened to be the left, just like Jays.
Jason smiled, even laughing a little bit. Bruce chuckled with him. "C'mon."
Bruce helped Jason with his arm and vice versa. "How about you stay home and we have a little time together?" Bruce suggested.
Jays eyes lit up. "Sweet!" Jason hugged Bruce. "I love you, Pops!"
"I love you too, Sport."
Tim -
Bruce rummaged through the papers on his desk. Where is it? He thought. He was starting to get agitated and nervous.
"Alfred?!"
His oldest, most trusted friend, walked into his office. "Yes, sir?"
"Have you seen my flash drive with all the new project blueprints? I need it for my presentation tomorrow, but I can't find it. If I don't find it-"
Alfred placed a hand on his wards shoulder. "I'm sure it'll come up, sir."
Bruce huffed, sitting down. "I sure hope so."
It was then that little Timmy Drake-Wayne, only two-years-old, waddled in.
Bruce's face brightened as he picked the small boy up and set him on his lap. "Hey, Buds."
Timmy beamed at his father, before wiggling, signaling that he wanted to be put down.
Bruce set the squirming boy down. "Come! Come!"
Tim grabbed Bruce and Alfred's hands (well, more like fingers) and led them to the kitchen. "Where are we going?" Bruce inquired of his youngster.
"Sa-pwi!" Bruce looked over at Alfred confused. Alfred, who knows everything, chuckled.
"He has a surprise for us, sir."
Bruce made an 'o' with his mouth. Tim came to a halt in front of the freezer. He grabbed the handle and slid it open. "In! In!" He cheered, clapping and pointing inside.
There, sitting on top of the pizza rolls, was Bruce's missing flash drive. "Besan!" Timmy smiled, watching Bruce's face for his reaction.
"He got a present for you." Alfred translated, nudging Bruce's arm with his elbow, warning him not to get upset.
Bruce looked down at his kid, whose smile was fading slightly, before he picked up the flash drive. Luckily, the device wasn't wet or too cold. Tim must've just put it in.
"Thanks, Buds. I really needed that." Bruce grinned at the boy, whose smile was bigger than before. "But why'd you put it in the freezer?"
Tim smirked, proud of his plan he came up with. "You wike fose! You wike tat!" Tim first pointed to the pizza rolls, then to the flash drive.
"So…because I like pizza rolls, I'd like this if you put it on them?" Bruce confirmed.
Timmy nodded excitedly.
Bruce smiled, before laughing. Tim joined him as Bruce threw him into the air. "Your so smart." Bruce hugged his boy.
Timmy's eyes lit up "Wuv Daddy! Wuv Daddy!"
"I love you too, Buds."
Damian -
Bruce came home to a silent house with four sleeping boys. Whom he loved dearly, add hard as it was sometimes. The newest edition especially. Twelve-year-old Damian was a handful, just joining the Wayne's group of misfits and orphans a little over a year ago. He was still learning the ropes. However, Bruce was willing to help him learn the rules.
Unfortunately, he had come home late, so he wasn't able to spend time with his boys like he had promised.
He dropped all his papers off at his desk, before changing the hands on the grandfather clock. It made a clicking noise, before it slid open, revealing an elevator. He walked in, putting his hands in his pockets.
He walked out when the doors opened deep in the caves under Wayne Manor. He went to the Batcomputer. Things had been quiet ever since he rounded up the inmates of Arkham Asylum after the breakout. He wasn't expecting anyone to break out tonight, just little crimes tonight.
"I see you made it, sir." Alfred stated, walking in.
"Don't give me that, Alfred. You know I tried. The meeting was nine hours! Only the people Wayne Enterprises meets with can talk for nine hours!" Bruce exclaimed, exasperated.
Alfred chuckled, before informing Bruce. "The boys were quite upset,"
"I'll stay home with them tomorrow."
"especially Damian." Alfred continued, ignoring Bruce's promise. Bruce looked at Alfred, confused and a little shocked. "He really wants you to like him, Master Bruce. He's still awake…it's not too late to get to know him today like you promised."
Bruce looked back at the computer, his foot tapping like it does when he's thinking. "I'll have a short night tonight, get home early and take him out early tomorrow."
Alfred held in a sigh. "Very well, sir."
Bruce blocked out the disappointment in his father-figures voice and turned back to finishing up his files.
It was about an hour later when Bruce finished updating files and adding new ones. Alfred had left, probably to clean because we all know that Alfred is inhuman and doesn't need sleep.
Bruce went to get changed. He put on his pants, tunic, boots, gloves, and belt, before reaching for his cowl and cape. Only to find them missing.
His eyes narrowed as he looked around the cave, searching for any signs of life besides the bats. After thirty or so minutes, Bruce gave up and decided it was a sign that he should skip patrol.
He got changed in flannel pants, before climbing up the stairs. He was about to go into his room, when ghee looked down the hall at Damian's room, which had a light on. He walked over and peeked into his room, before sighing, smiling softly.
Damian was asleep sitting up against his beds headboard, holding tightly onto the cape and cowl of the Bat, like a blanket.
Bruce walked over and climbed in next to his youngest, while tucking him in.
Damian opened his eyes a bit as Bruce hugged him.
Damis eyes lit up. "I love you, Father."
"I love you too, Pal."