A/N: After scuffing up the floor in the Manor, Jason and Dick are placed on cleaning duty while Tim, even though he won the race, was placed on another duty all together And Damian meets the girl of his dreams.

Baby of the Family

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Part 1: Punishment to Fit the Crime.

Once they got back to the Manor, Jason had surprised them with three adult-sized big wheels, though Tim's was a little smaller than the other two. They had been custom made. Jason had established the rules. Race down the hall and to the right, through the east wing and into the ball room. The first person to return was the winner. Whatever they had planned from there, however, their plans would end up going array. The race had started out well with Dick and Jason in the lead, their competitive spirits would not let go and they both ended up crashing into each other. Before anyone knew, Tim was passing both of them And the next thing they knew, the race was over and Tim had won. "YAY! I did it!"

"Yeah, Baby Bird you sure did."

"Humph," Damian scoffed. "If I had one of those I would have won against all three of you."

"This was to celebrate me having a brother for a change," Jason said proudly.

"And what does that make me," Damian groused back.

"You're still our little brother, Dami," Dick tried to sooth their little brother's ruffled feathers.

"He only won because you two idiots kept trying to knock each other over."

"He does have a point," Tim pointed out.

"Yeah, at least I'm not the one who messed up the floor," Damian countered. "And you three are going to get it, now."

"What are you talking about? I planned it perfectly."

"Uh hum."

Jason froze.

"Master Jason, Master Richard, what is the meaning of this?" Alfred scowled. He could rival Bruce in the bat stare. He pointed to the two sets of scuff marks all over the floor.

"Um . . . I . . . oh boy."

"You two will be responsible for cleaning the floor for the rest of the day. March." Alfred pointed toward the kitchen. Both Dick and Jason knew they were in trouble. Alfred followed after them and then led them to the broom closet where there were buckets, rags, brooms, mops, and cleaning supplies.

"It's a good thing I didn't leave any marks," Tim said.

"You Master Timothy, will have a different assignment," Alfred said.

"Me?" Tim groused. "But I won the race."

"Even so, you participated. If you do not want to end up on your knees I suggest you make yourself scarce."

"Um, sure," Tim quickly left. "Come Damian, let's go do something before Alfred recruits both of us. I was planning on taking Sammie for a drive, but she seems to have vanished."

"She said she was tired and was going to take a nap in the sun room," Damian replied.

"After she pulled all that poison out of me, I shouldn't be surprised. The twins must have also tired her out."

"Wait, Drake," Damian grabbed Tim's arm as Tim led them to the garage. "I don't remember you having a driver's license. Riding a motorcycle as Red Robin doesn't count."

"Actually I do," Tim pointed out. "It's still good.

"The special license you received when your father was paralyzed?" Alfred said as he instructed Master Jason and Master Richard in the art of cleaning scuff marks off a marble floor.

"Yeah."

"Master Timothy, that license is only supposed to be used to drive your father around. And might I point out your father is no longer with us."

"Don't remind me," Tim said with a bitter edge to his voice. It was still a sore spot with him that his father had been murdered by Captain Boomerang.

"Master, Timothy, I will not have you driving on a license that has no purpose."

"It's my license, it's good until I turn 18. I'll get my permanent one then. You want me to take Damian somewhere, but you won't let me drive?"

"Where were you planning on taking him, if I allow it?"

"Um . . . ," Tim had to think fast. The idea of his license being taken away did not set well. "The skate park." It wasn't far from the Manor. It was located in the Bristol area, just inside the city limits.

"Do you plan on going anywhere else?"

"Um, maybe ice cream?"

Alfred looked at Tim rather dubiously, and Tim gave Alfred an almost puppy dog stare that was reminiscent of another member of the Wayne clan who shall be nameless, and who was at that very moment scrubbing floors. "Very well, Master Timothy, but you must not go anywhere else."

"I promise, Alfred," Tim was about to run off with Damian when Alfred halted his forward movement by placing a hand on Tim's shoulder. Tim, looked around, but Damian, but the demon brat, was gone. Now, where did he go?

"Not so fast, young. Sir."

"What now?"

"You must hand me that license when you return."

"Aw Alfred."

"No argument, Master Timothy or no skate park and it is polishing the silver for a week, among other chores."

"Yes, Sir." Tim's shoulders slumped.

"Got caught red handed?" Jason stated as he scrubbed a particularly tricky spot.

"No," Tim replied.

"Driving on a license that's only for a single purpose. I'd say that's worthy of my forgery when I was your age."

"You were never my age, Jason."

"Oh yes, I was. I'm only two years older than you."

"Oh shut up." Tim looked around to see that Damian had slipped away. He went looking for him and found him in the sun room with Samantha. She was lying back relaxing while Damian started working on a new sketch. "Hey, Damian?"

"What is it Drake?" Damian griped. "Can't you see I'm busy."

"Why are you griping at me?"

"Oh maybe because you forgot one all-important date!"

"He's upset because you weren't here for his birthday," Samantha explained.

"I couldn't help that," Tim said. "I was a prisoner of Ra's Al Ghul."

"That's no excuse!"

"But it's the truth," Tim said. "Look, I'll make it up to you. How about I take you to the new skate park that opened up in Bristol."

"Skate park!?" Damian gave Tim an odd look then turned back to his sketching. "Not interested. I'm not some idiot."

"It will be fun. I've been dying to try out my new skateboard that I've had since Christmas . . . "

"You're serious. You like skateboarding? I thought that was some excuse to get you out of scrubbing floors."

"Yeah the first, and no it's not," Tim replied. "We were supposed to go do something together."

"I changed my mind." Damian groused.

"Come on, it will be fun. I've used a skateboard to get around Gotham and Gotham Heights, even in Brentwood. I've used a skateboard since I was eight."

"You know any of those fancy moves?"

"You'll just have to come and see."

"And watch you make an idiot of yourself?" Damian smirked.

"I have you know practicing skateboarding can come in real handy in the field."

"In the field? Really enlighten me." Damian wasn't convinced.

"I'm just saying," Tim replied and left it hanging. He left Damian sitting on the floor of the sunroom with his sketch book.

"-TT-"

"Why don't you go with him?" Samantha asked.

"I'm sketching you, Mother," Damian replied. He started calling Samantha his mother. She had been more of a mother to him than Talia had been, especially when Tim was believed to be dead. She supported him through that terrible time. It was only between them for now.

"You can finish your sketching later. You need to spend time with your brother."

Damian wanted to argue that Tim wasn't his brother, but he bit his tongue.

"Aren't you curious about what he can do?"

"Child's play."

"You think you can do what he can do?"

"Have you seen Drake on a skateboard?"

"No,' Samantha answered.

"Neither have I, and I don't want to."

"Damian, go with him. It's time I took a nap."

Damian sighed and got off the floor. He didn't want to admit that he had never been on a skateboard. He didn't even fully understand what a skateboard was, other than the obvious, that it was a board with small wheels. He had only seen someone performing the stunts once on some extreme sports program that Tim had been watching. He never quite understood why anyone would do it. It seemed to have no real purpose or application. "All right, I'll go."

Damian picked up his sketchbook and followed after Drake. He saw him waiting by the door leading to the garage. "I'm only going with you because, Mother said to."

'Mother?' Tim questioned in his mind but stated instead, "Fair enough." Tim went into the garage and grabbed the keys to his car. He hit the button to open the garage door.

"I get to sit in the front," Damian complained.

"You're not tall enough."

"And you're not tall enough to drive. If I don't get to sit in the front, I'll take that board and snap it in two."

"And that will defeat the purpose of going to a skate park," Tim argued, then thought better of it. He really didn't want to get into a fight right now. "All right, you can sit in the front."

"Can I drive?" Damian smirked.

"That's pushing it. Just get in." Tim waited for Damian to get into the front seat and get buckled in. He then climbed in, buckled his seatbelt, and started the engine.

Continues with Part 2