Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, Young Justice, Justice League, the Batman Family, or any other DC Character in this fanfic.
A/N: /This is the plan. One chapter will be uploaded on Chistmas Eve, hopefully, cause I started writing this at 11:30 P.M. on Christmas Eve. The other chapter will be up on Christmas Day. Enjoy!
30 Minutes Later: This will be uploaded on Chirstmas Day...
EDIT: The REAL plan is in chapter 2. Okay? Okay.
Summary: The Wayne family celebrate the holidays at the end of the year, unknowing of the tragedies that will fall upon this inseparable family at the beginning of the new year.
-herlain011
The Last Days
Chapter 1: Christmas Eve
Richard was seated at the window seat in his bedroom at the Wayne Manor, watching the snow fall to the ground. It was Christmas Eve, and the 12-year-old was very excited. Terry came home from traveling the world two weeks ago, and Cassandra's boyfriend Adam will be coming to the Manor tomorrow on Christmas Day. The Young Justice team and the Justice League will both be throwing Christmas parties. The Waynes will have their own personal party.
A knock echoed throughout the bedroom. This brought a grin to the youngest in the Wayne family. "Come in!"
Jason, Richard's 14-year-old brother, walked in. "Hey Birdie!" The older hugged the small bat.
"Jay! I can't wait for tomorrow! It'll take sooo long for it to be finally Christmas day!" The little bird whined, hitting his head against Jason's chest.
"Be patient. I came to get you for dinner. Now come on! Alfred's cooking is the best around the holidays, especially Christmas Eve!" The two grinned, and flew down the stairs in an instant, a race to the dining room in progress.
Once in the dining room, which was decorated with many Christmas decorations, Richard and Jason sat next to each other at the large dinner table. Every Wayne was dressed nicely for dinner, instructed by Alfred Pennyworth to do so. Bruce walked in, a smile plastered onto his face. He sat down at the head of the table, with Alfred's seat on his left and Richard on his right. Jason was next to Richard, next to him was Cassandra, then Timothy. On the left side next to Alfred was Damian, and next to him was Terry, then finally Stephanie.
Finally, Alfred walked in with a platter of ham. He placed it down in the middle of the table and bowed to Bruce. "A nice ham cooked for the occasion, master Bruce."
"Thank you Alfred for your hard work."
"As always." The butler seated himself.
"You never disappoint Alfred!" Richard exclaimed, shoving a piece of ham into his mouth after everyone was allowed to eat.
"I agree." Jason's voice was muffled since he also had a piece of ham in his mouth.
"Please, young masters, do not talk with food in your mouth."
The traditional Christmas Eve dinner went on, the Waynes loving Alfred's food like always. They all talked and shared stories, specific events not being brought up in the conversations. Bruce smiled and watched all of his adopted children talk with one another, happy that Damian, Tim, and Jason didn't try to kill each other... yet. He never regretted taking in each and every one of them, and the whole Wayne family treated each other like real family... except when Damian, Tim, and Jason try to kill each other. That's what blood-bounded families sometimes do, right? Kill each other and argue until there's a winner? Bruce's smile widened.
Later that night, Richard returned to his window seat. It was dark, but he could still see the snowflakes falling. It was supposed to be a full moon that night, too. Glancing over at the clock, the red glow emitting the numbers 10:03. Alfred chased four of the Waynes up to their bedrooms, saying to be in bed by 10:30. Bedtimes were extended around the holidays. Bruce, Terry, Cassandra, and Damian were the only ones out as bats that night, but the shifts ended earlier for the bat children. Bruce would still be out as Batman for at least another hour after the other bats head home.
After 15 minutes, Richard finally stopped watching the snow fall to the ground. He hurried over to his door, taking his special stuffed toy with him, an elephant he named Arahide, which is Peanut in English. Arahide was named after the elephant at the circus he and his now deceased family lived with. Shaking his head at that thought line, he ran down the hall as quietly as he could, not wanting Alfred, the man he considered family, to know he was out of his room.
Knocking on Jason's door, the little bird waited until Jason opened the door for him, pulling him inside, and shut it quietly. "Birdie, what do you want?" Jason said, rubbing his eyes.
"I can't fall asleep."
"You were just telling me how you couldn't wait for tomorrow..."
"That's just it! I can't fall asleep because I can't wait for tomorrow."
Jason stared at his short little brother. He sighed and picked up the bird, carrying him to his bed and laying down. The two brothers are very close and are inseparable. Richard hugged Arahide to his chest, Jason's arms wrapped around him in a protective way.
Alfred walked through the halls, checking on the bats that were home. He opened the door to Richard's room, the bedroom being empty. Not panicing because he already knows what was happening, the butler made his way to Jason's room. As he glanced in, he found Jason and Richard sleeping together, which he admitted was adorable. He smiled at the brothers and closed the door, making his way to his own bedroom.
It was a silent night in the Wayne Manor for once. The whole household sleeping, waiting for Christmas Day...