Hello again my peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeps! It's me! Duh. You all know the gist yada yada yada "school, school school." Haven't had time to write, the usual excuse. SO. This new, possibly one shot thing is me taking conversations/battles from a batman comic I am reading. This one is "Batman and Robin" "Volume 2 Pearl" "New 52!" LEZZZZ GOOOO

Wayne Manor

"The lighting in this room is wonderful…"

Bruce Wayne is sitting in a chair, surrounded by Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, and Alfred Pennyworth. All are in formal suit, and posing for a family painting.

Raising his hand Bruce asked," Um, Mister Benioff, might I may a suggestion?"

"Please," The man said, looking from behind the easel," The last five have been sooo productive."

"Can I lose the chair and simply stand in the middle of everyone?"

The painter, looking royally ticked replied," Whatever you prefer Mr. Wayne. Last I checked, you are the client."

After the artist went back to gathering supplies the boys stood, and began talking in a nonchalant tone.

"We should have him pull the shades and paint us with night vision goggles, in our natural habitat." Dick said sarcastically.

With a pompous tone Damian added," I think Caravaggio would be better suited to capture us in our element."

Tim snorted," Didn't he play for the Yankees?"

"-Tt- He was a 17th Century Italian Painter. Thanks for reminding what a complete lack of culture you possess, Drake." The youngest Wayne said while glaring.

Returning the glare Tim shot back," And thanks for reminding me what an arrogant idiot you are, Damian."

"C'mon, let's turn those frowns upside down." Dick Grayson pleaded, spreading his hands.

Bruce gestured for the boys to gather back around him, this time without the chair.

"Okay, this feels better. Don't you think? More natural, less… dictatorial."

"Yeah, we wouldn't want anyone thinking you like to be the boss, Bruce." Coming to stand next to him, Dick gave his old mentor a wry smile.

The tired artist grabbed his paints and said," Everyone a little closer, please, I need to reposition you."

Awkwardly, Alfred started drifting off," Maybe now is a good time to reassess my inclusion in- "

Bruce cut him off, putting a hand on his shoulder, "This is a family portrait Alfred, so stand still and be quiet." Smiling.

Suddenly, much to the artist's despair, Damian burst away, running to the other room with a shout," We forgot a Wayne!"

A thundering was heard as he ran back into the living room, now with a dog following him.

"Sit, Titus."

"You got a new pony to ride, huh?" Tim said, looking down at the slobbering beast.

Standing proudly, with his hand on his dog," He is a great DANE, one word from me and he could rip out your throat."

"I forgot, killing's your specialty…"

There was a pause, then Tim continued, "You did a nice job taking out Netz with that blade you pulled from El Gaucho a few weeks back, so I'm not surprised you have taught your dogs all kinds of new tricks."

"I can show you a lot of old tricks too, if you'd like." Damian sneered back.

Bruce put a firm hand on each of their shoulders, "Mister Benioff, we are going to take a short break.

Tim and Damian grunted uncomfortably.

"Alfred, would you be so kind as to serve our guest brunch in the outside gardens?" Bruce nodded toward the outdoors.

Sighing, the loyal butler said," Of course, Master Bruce."

After he left with the exasperated painter, Tim shouted at Damian," You keep finding ways to taint the Robin legacy with every mission!"

"By taint I assume you mean not allowing a maniac to kill my father and win the day!" He growled back.

"Both of you." They all turned to see Bruce next to the fire, a shadow cast over his face as he boomed," As Robins you all had your strengths and weaknesses, just as I had my own steep learning curve before putting on the cowl. But, you all honored your time as Robin, even Jason."

"T-t." Was the only reply to that, coming from Damian.

But, Bruce continued.

"You share something, a red and green uniform of service, that should be a BOND between all of you, not a WEDGE. I'm tired of this constant battle about who is honoring what legacy."

Damian turned on his heel, towards the door," I'll tell you what I'm tired of, and that's being held to some invented skirmish standard on the whim of a mediocre teenaged crime-fighter!" And with that he left.

Tim also left, sprinting out the other exit," And I've got better things to do than stand here and listen to a TODDLER!"

With a slam of the doors, both boys left in a rage.

Rubbing his neck tiredly Dick said to the only other person left in the room, "Well, there goes movie night, Heh…"

Bruce sighed," Thought rounding us all up out of uniform would be a good idea. Spend some quality time together to- "

"Immortalize ourselves?"

Looking around at the hall they were in, the hall filled with pictures of past Waynes, Bruce said," Actually, no, Dick, seeing all the generations of Waynes hanging on the walls, staring out at us, it's like they're telling me to celebrate our time together, memorialize it."

"Every year's a celebration, huh, Bruce?"

"Yes, yes, it is."

Welp, there is where I am gonna end it. Now, that I have written that, I realize it's not gonna be a one shot. There is so much more that I want to add to that. BTW I don't own this, its originally a comic, I am just taking some pages of Bat Fam conversation writing it for people who haven't read the comic. Sorry, for it being short. - No rest for the wicked. All have a good day! My grammers on point. JUDGE ME. I DARE YOU, jk you all probably have. XD