AU Story... Bruce will be a caring, loving dad... so in other words there will be daddybats fluffiness... and he took the boys in when Dick was seven and Jason was five.
Chapter One
Jason's in his spacious walk-in closet trying to decide on an outfit to meet his mother in, he is incredibly nervous on what she'll think of him and wants to make a good impression on her, he rummages through his closet and every so often and throws a potential article of clothing onto his king sized bed.
"What are you doing Jay-Bird? Moving to Ethiopia?" His brother laughs as he strolls into the room noticing the clothing that adorned the bed.
"I've told you to stop fucking calling me that Dick!" Jason always makes Richard's nickname sound like a curse word when he says it. He steps out of his closet to finds his brother sitting on his desk chair.
"Need any help?" Dick asks indicating to the clothing.
Already feeling over stressed with such a simple task, he simply nods surprising his brother because he rarely accepts any help. "I want to pick out something that will make a good impression and not make me look like a rich brat."
"You are a rich brat."
"Fuck you."
Dick laughs. "Okay I get it, Alfred picked out an outfit and you're not cool with it."
Dick goes through the clothing on the bed and pulls an outfit together. "Here, try this on." Dick throws an outfit towards his brother.
"I'm not trying it on."
"Just try it on and see if you like it." Dick insists.
"Fine whatever; you're such a girl." Jason mutters as he starts to undressed.
As he pulls up his pants he hears a click of a camera and sees Dick with his iPhone out directed at him.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Jason hollers as he quickly pulls up his pants.
Dick laughs and Alfred appears at his doorway. "Master Jason, do you need the taste of soap to mind your tongue?"
"No Alfred...sorry." Jason apologizes pathetically, feverishly hoping he will not get his mouth soaped out by the elder man as he pulls on his shirt.
"Very well, see that you keep that tongue in check young sir; next time I won't be so forgiving."
Jason takes Alfred's threat to heart; he hates being cross with the older man he considers as his grandfather.
Alfred disappears from his doorway and Bruce appears having heard Jason's yell when he arrived home from work. "What's going on?"
"Dick is being a Dick!" Jason points accusingly at his brother.
"Jason." Bruce abolishes.
"I didn't do anything; he cursed and got into trouble with Alfie." Dick now points accusingly at his brother.
"He took a picture of me in my underwear like some fag!"
"Jason! Watch your mouth and Richard hand me your phone now."
"I was only kidding around!" Dick slowly places his phone on to Bruce's outstretched hand. Bruce looks through his seventeen year olds phone and deletes the last picture taken then sees a few pictures of Dick making out with a red-headed girl. "Who's this?" Bruce is very overprotective of his boys and does not want them to make the same mistakes he did as a youth and he most certainly does not want them to ever gain the "playboy" title like he has. He wants to instill the traditional values he knew his own parents had wanted to instill in him.
Dick flushes as Bruce flashes the image in front of his face and Jason laughs as he catches a glimpse of the picture; he knows exactly who it is.
"Just a friend..." Dick feverishly hopes his dad doesn't ask any more questions.
Bruce hands the phone back to his son giving him a meaningful look. "It's not what it looks like… it's complicated…and I didn't do anything wrong! Jason did! He cursed in front of Alfred!"
"Richard you will mind your tone with me young man and you will not take any more embarrassing pictures of your brother again, do you understand me?
"Yes sir." Dick mutters.
"I already apologized to Alfred dad." Jason tells his dad in hopes to avoid a lecture.
"I'm glad to hear that son, just don't let it happen again."
Dick makes a face at that ready to argue on how Jason always gets away with everything... but one look at his brother happy in his outfit to meet his mother in diffuses his anger. "What do you think of Jason's outfit? He is thinking about wearing it to meet his mom tomorrow."
"You look great son." Bruce smiles proudly and pulls the boy in for a hug making Jason flush. Bruce feels anxious about his son meeting his birth mother, the woman is a stranger to him and he usually is very protective of his children with strangers and the fact that this woman is Jason's birth mother scares him deep down with the idea of losing his child to the woman.
"Group hug!" Dick dives towards the pair and joins in the hug. Bruce withdraws first and watches with amusement as his eldest transfers his hug solely on to Jason practically throwing him on the bed. Bruce notices Jason is about to outgrow his brother soon because despite Dick being older at seventeen his build is smaller than his brother's and he is leaner and a couple of inches shorter.
The following morning the family fly out to Ethiopia on Bruce's private jet. It's a very comfortable luxury jet with four large black plush recliner seats with white tables in front of them for meals and on the other side of the jet there was a large sectional sofa and a large flat screen television for entertainment, it luxury at its finest.
Jason didn't get much sleep due to his nerves, he tries to ignore Dick who's bursting with excitement as he snaps pictures with his iPhone of his family until Bruce tells him to relax and sit still. Bruce regrets allowing Dick coffee that morning; the boy already has too much energy and coffee just makes him behave like a hyper-active kid.
Jason converts the sofa into a bed and lays on it wanting to sleep but his brother had other ideas. "Come on Jay don't go to sleep yet, you will have plenty of time to sleep later."
"Richard, leave your brother alone please." Bruce tells his son sounding annoyed as emails Lucius Fox from his laptop.
Dick reluctantly obeys as he watches his brother snuggle down further into the sofa bed; he decides to settle down on the other side of the sofa to listen to music on his Beats headphones.
Jason wakes with a jolt a few hours later; he feels queasy and hopes the feeling goes away but it only gets worse. Dick looks over at his brother and notices how sick Jason looks. "Jay-Bird you okay? You're looking a little green…"
"Don't call me that!" Bile suddenly rises up his throat and he dashes to the bathroom, he throws himself in front of the toilet and starts to unload the contents of his stomach violently. Bruce rushes in after him once he hears the boy's loud retching, he tries to soothe him the best he can by gently rubbing soothing circles on his back as he continues to vomit. Alfred appears in the bathroom doorway holding a glass of ginger ale to help ease the boy's stomach and places the glass on the vanity and watches as Bruce tries to comfort Jason.
By the time Jason finishes retching in the toilet Bruce asks softly "Think you're all done?"
"Yes." he answers hoarsely, feeling weak and miserable.
Bruce flushes the toilet and helps Jason to his feet; it is then that he notices his son has stained his t-shirt with vomit. Bruce turns to Alfred and asks "Alfred, bring me a shirt and Compazine tablets please."
"Yes sir."
Bruce damps a washcloth and cleans the teen's face then guides him to stand in front of the sink. Staggering a little on his feet Jason rinses his mouth out the best he can, the vomiting has zapped him of his energy. Bruce keeps close noticing he is not yet steady on his feet; he easily lifts him and sits him down on the vanity. Looking into his son's blue-green eyes he asks "Are you still feeling nauseous chum?"
"Yes." Jason responds with a slight whine in his tone.
Bruce picks up the glass of ginger ale and holds it up to his son telling him "Drink in small sips." Just the thought of drinking anything makes Jason all the more nauseous, to his relief Alfred appears in the doorway taking away Bruce's attention from him.
"Here are the items as requested sir."
"Thanks Alfred." Bruce accepts the medicine and a red t-shirt and places them beside his son on the vanity, he helps his son change out of his dirty shirt and into a clean one then he picks up the glass and holds it to the boy's lips again for him to drink only to see him turn his head away like an errant toddler. He hates it when his kids get sick, especially Jason, he can be the most stubborn child when sick, it always frustrates him to no end. "Jason, look at me."
Slowly Jason turns his head only to face the glass once again.
"Drink." He orders firmly.
"Daad…I don't want any." Jason whines, he really does not want to have a repeat performance with him bent over the toilet and he is certain if he drinks anything that is bound to happen.
"Jason, stop being difficult; drink now please." He tries being firm but Jason keeps his lips shut and avoids looking at his face.
"Either you drink now so you can take your medicine or I'll call Alfred to bring me the medicine in the form you hate and I'll have him help me give it to you." He threatens.
Jason's eyes widen comically, he unfortunately knows from personal experience what his dad is referring to and he never wants to find himself in that position ever again, just the thought of it makes him flush with embarrassment.
Still seeing no move from his son he lifts his face by his chin and locks his eyes with his errant child's. "Fine, I'm calling Alfred now to bring the suppositories then." He bluffs knowing his son too well.
"No!" Jason readily sips from the offered glass. Bruce lets out a sigh of relief once he sees his son finally drinking the ginger ale.
Once Jason pulls away from the glass Bruce sets it down off to the side and pulls the boy in for a hug, he rubs soothing circles on the his back for a couple of minutes almost lulling the boy to sleep... Jason would never admit it to anyone but he loves it when his dad rubs his back.
When Bruce sees his son is able to keep the soda down; he pulls away from him and takes out the medication to help the boy with the nausea.
"Feeling any better?
"A little."
"Take these." Bruce hands him a couple of capsules and the glass of ginger ale and he swallows the medicine in one gulp before leaning forward against his dad's muscular chest.
"That's my boy." Bruce ruffles his hair then gives the crown of his head a gentle kiss.
To Be Continued...
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