It was a peaceful morning in Wayne Manor. Or it could have been.
Bruce Wayne, lord of the house, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist at day, Dark knight at night, sat at the table enjoying rich English breakfast. He was smiling slightly, savoring the fact that all of his sons were for once gathered at home. Last night was a quite rush one, so he – with a help from Alfred – convinced the older three boys it will be the best for them to stay at home for the night.
The oldest of his sons, Dick, was just stuffing his mouth with scrambled eggs. Which was lucky, because he finally fell silent for a moment. This was much appreciated mainly by Bruce´s second youngest, Tim. Bruce had a very strong suspicion that Tim despite his young age had already became highly addicted to caffeine, and today he didn´t have his daily dose yet. And you don´t talk to Tim without his morning coffee.
Jason, second oldest, preferred to go and help Alfred in the kitchen. He never had the nerve for Dick´s constant optimism, especially in the morning, and cooking always helped him to calm down.
Damian, the youngest, was still asleep. Bruce let him, being barely teenager he needed more sleep. And it was Sunday after all.
Bruce smiled again, lifting a cup of Earl Grey to his lips. He never managed to drink it.
Peace and serenity of a Sunday morning was suddenly cut by Damian´s menacing scream.
Bruce almost dropped his favorite cup. Dick choked on his eggs. Tim looked like he was having a heart attack. Alfred rushed out of the kitchen, followed by Jason, who walked into the dining room rather undisturbed.
"What the f**k is going on?" he asked, lifting his eyebrows. In answer, stomping on the staircase sounded and Damian stormed into the room, apparently highly enraged.
"I demand an explanation! What the hell is this?!" And he drew the hair off his forehead.
In the middle of his forehead there shone a textbook example of a pimple.
Bruce just winked. Dick inhaled the piece of eggs he previously managed to expectorate. Tim dug his face in a cup of coffee, but his face was red and tears glistened in corners of his eyes. Jason laughed hysterically, his arm around Alfred´s shoulder, trying not to fall on the floor. Alfred had his usual calm and distinguished expression.
"It is acne, young master," finally said Alfred placidly.
"Time for The Talk, daddy," hiccuped Jason wiping the tears off his eyes.
Tim muttered into his coffee something sounding suspiciously as "time for make-up." Jason howled with laughter again. "Or what about using your katana?" he uttered.
"I will gladly leave the privilege of talking to you," Bruce muttered to Dick, when he finally found speech again. "Oh, you didn´t have to," wheezed Dick.
"Todd, Drake, you both are useless," growled Damian, slapping his hair back on his forehead.
"Err, maybe Barbara would…," Dick started in a faint voice. "Don´t you dare, Grayson," warned Damian menacingly.
At last Alfred stepped in. "Come on, young master. I am sure I can find something in first-aid kit to solve your little problem."
"Very well," Damian frowned and let himself to be led out of the room, glancing murderously over his shoulder.
As soon as they vanished out of the earshot, the three remaining brothers burst into laughter, but Bruce intercepted.
"OK, fun is over. Dick, do you happen to have that anti-blemish-thing you used to use?"
"Nope, Jay used it up years ago."
"Tim?"
"Never needed one."
"Oh God, and I was so hoping never come through this again." Bruce buried his face in his hands.
It was such a peaceful morning...
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