"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!"
A loud, rage-filled shriek echoed across the mansion, making Jason and Dick wince.
"What the heck was that?" Wally asked, having before been talking to Dick about old memories.
Jason sighed. " Someone let Damian near Tim."
"Why does it sound like they're killing each other?"
"They are."
A loud crash followed Jason's sentence, and soon Tim was sprinting through the room, with bleeding scratches all across his arms. Damian chased after him with a pocket knife in his hand and a determined look on his face.
Dick sighed. "I'll get the spray bottle." He got up and headed towards the kitchen, leaving Jason and Wally alone.
Another loud crash could be heard, and soon Tim was running back into the room, jumping up onto the couch and flipping the table over just in Tim for it to smack Damian right in the face.
"YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT DRAKE!"
"WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?"
Suddenly, Steph fell through the chimney screaming, "HO, HO, HOLY SHIT I THINK I JUST BROKE MY LEG!"
"WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU UP THERE?" Jason shouted.
"BRUCE'S COMING! EVERYBODY ACT NORMAL!" Barbara screeched as she an into the room and jumped on the couch.
Everybody froze for a second, before scattering everywhere to clean up the mess. Dick came back sometime in the chaos and started helping. After a minute everybody was sitting on the couch, silently watching a movie together.
Bruce came through the door and saw his children with a smile.
What lovely kids.