Act Natural
Note: This story is inspired by this post: nthmetal . tumblr post / 112580792622. (FF won't let me post the URL properly, but I want to give proper credit to the story's inspiration. The full URL is in my profile description.)
"Why are we doing this, again?" Timothy Drake-Wayne asked his siblings as they snuck boxes of decorations into the family room's closet.
"Because Al always says that he doesn't want a party, and Bruce is crap at keeping a secret from him," Jason explained in a too-calm-for-Jason way. Tim raised his eyebrow.
"Quit it, Vulcan. I can feel you trying to mind-meld."
"What are you talking about, Todd?" Damian asked as he lugged the last box into the room.
"Star Trek," Cassie said as she helped him pull the box farther into the room.
"I don't need your help!" he yelled.
"Not helping. Forcing a change of direction."
"Will you all please shut up? I can't hear anythi- Bruce is coming!" Colin whispered loudly as he spotted the Wayne family's official patriarch approaching before quietly closing the door.
"Act natural!" Dick ordered as he and Tim finished storing the boxes in the closet.
And not a moment too soon, either. Just as Dick closed the closet door, Bruce walked in and Cassie sucker punched Jason.
"I don't even want to know," Bruce said, putting his hands up before grabbing the book on medieval art he had been sent to collect. He quickly retreated from the room, silently wondering what people would think if they had witnessed his eldest daughter punch his second son in the face.
The next time Selina left a book somewhere, she could go get it herself and he'd entertain Helena. Three year olds were much easier to handle than teenagers.