"And if you get out of bed, it will grab your legs and pull you under and gnaw your head off!"
"Tt, it will not, Todd. There are no monsters under my bed," Damian Wayne snapped at his older brother. "Get out of my room, some of us have school tomorrow and need to rest!"
Jason stood up off of his brother's bed, and backed out of the room. "Ok, but don't come running to me when you're dead. Good night!"" Jason flipped out the light and was gone.
Damian lay down, but felt rather nervous. There is nothing in my room but me, I'm not scared, I'm not scared, I'm not scared….
…
Bruce Wayne typed at his computer, writing out an email to a company he was hoping to merge with. Now, if he could only convince them that-
"Aaaaahhh!"
Bruce was out of his room in seconds, running down the hall to his youngest sons room and throwing the door open. "Damian! Are you alright?"
The small boy coughed and tugged his blanket around his shoulders. "I am…fine."
Bruce frowned and walked into the room. "Then why did you yell?"
"Um, I must have done it in my sleep."
Bruce sat down on his son's bed. "Damian, did you have a nightmare?"
Damian folded his arms. "Tt, of course not!"
Bruce stood up and moved towards the door. "Oh, well in that case, I'll just-"
"Wait!" Damien cried. "I- I may have had a nightmare."
Bruce nodded solemnly and sat back down. "I see. Would you to come stay in my room tonight?"
"I do not need to sleep in your room, father. But-"Damian added hastily as his father prepared to leave. "But maybe you could stay here. If it would make you feel better…."
Bruce stifled a smile. "I think it would."
"And father?"
"Yes Damian?"
"You aren't in the habit of keeping Arkham criminals under my bed, are you?"
"No, Damian. I keep them all under Jason's."
"I knew it!"