A collection of short drabbles about the bat family.

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T for Jason's mouth

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It was just one of the many habits Damian had taken up from Dick.

Dick Grayson was always a very happy child, and it stayed with him as he grew. He was constantly jumping a round and singing nonsense songs. Damian's acrobatic skills were not at the level of the last Flying Grayson, but he could sing. And sing he did.

Much to the rest of the Bat family's dismay, he very rarely sang modern songs. Most of what he sung was in another language, and seemed very old. But he had a wonderful voice. He was currently singing one of his favourites (or so it seemed, he sung it all the time) while Tim was eating breakfast across from Bruce.

"He likes to show off, doesn't he?" Tim said after swallowing his most recent mouthful of scrambled egg. Bruce looked up from his paper and placed his 'World's Greatest Detective' coffee mug (Dick had bought it for Bruce last Christmas as a joke, yet the Dark Knight used it every morning) and looked at Tim.

"I actually think he has no idea we can hear him. He never sings in front of anyone." Tim raised an eyebrow at this. Damian sung very, very loud, but that could just be because the empty house echoed like crazy. A grin spread across his face. He was going to have fun with this.

Damian flipped Tim easily, and he landed in a terrible fish-tail break fall that caused his right forearm to give that 'there is going to be a massive bruise there tomorrow' feeling.

"Tt. Drake, I thought it was impossible, but I believe you have gotten worse." As soon as Damian turned his back on him, he got up and started humming the tune to his most recently sung song. The young assassin froze, turning slowly on his heel.

"Where did you hear that?" He demanded. Tim smirked.

"Oh, just around. I think I heard it on the radio or something. It's been stuck it my head," he lied easily. Damian visibly relaxed, thinking his secret was safe.

Jason had come over for the weekend, saying he was working on a case. Dick knew it was just because he actually missed his brothers and liked spending time with them. Most of them anyway. Jason was the only one who did yet know of Damian's tendency to sing. He quickly found out.

Jason's room was next to Tim's, and next to that was Damian's. At first, Jason thought the high pitched notes were coming from Tim's room. He hit his boot hard against the wall dividing the two brother's rooms.

"Shut it replacement!" He yelled. The sound stopped imminently. A few seconds later, there was a knock at his door.

"Fuck off replacement." A few clicks later and the third boy wonder was standing in his room, quietly putting away his lock picking tools.

"I said, fu-"

"Shh," Tim shushed him, closing the door behind him.

"What are you doing?" He said, more quietly than before.

"Listen." Tim stood there, face to face with Jason, silent. A few minutes of this and the song started up again.

"Is that…?"

"Damian sings. All the time. He doesn't realise we know. So we're messing with him. Even Alfred's in on it." Jason smiled.

"Well in that case..."

It was eight am. Damian was singing, loud and clear though the halls. 'How does he think we can't hear him?' Jason thought. Eight am might not seem very bad to a normal person, but everyone but Damian and Alfred had been from dusk 'til dawn (literally, the sun was rising when the last of the crooks were off to the loony bin or the hospital) and none of them had gotten into bed until six. And now Damian was fucking singing. He didn't care about Dick and Tim's stupid prank anymore. He needed his god damn sleep. He swung his legs of the bed, opening the door to see Damian only feet away.

"Shut the fuck up demon everyone else in this house can ignore your singing for weeks but I need my fucking sleep. And yes we can all fucking hear you but no one has told you because they can put up with it but I can't! So shut. Up."

And the door was slammed shut, and Jason flopped back onto his bed with a satisfied smirk on his lips. 'Damian's face… I wish I had a camera…' he thought.

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