A/N: Happy Easter 2015, everyone! Here's a fun story for you all featuring the Bat family, even Jason! Please, read and review, even if all you say is "good job", it means a lot. This is a short chapter, but the next I suspect will be longer. Also, this is mostly based on the New 52 versions of the Bat-fam, so Jason is starting to get back in with the family and isn't all psycho. :)

Heavily inspired by paganpunk2's writings. Check her out.

"This is stupid."

"C'mon, Dami, it'll be fun! I promise."

"Egg hunts are for children."

"You are a child, genius," Tim rolled his eyes from across the room, where he was stripping from his fancy sport coat and pulling on a comfortable t-shirt.

Damian stuck his tongue out at the older boy, glowering. "I am an adolescent. Children do not do half of what I am capable of, which includes getting involved in deadly conflict to protect the innocents and hinder the malevolent. So please, Drake, keep your incompetent comments to yourself."

The teen stuck his tongue out in response, eliciting a growl from Damian and a wince from Dick. "Nuh-uh," he broke in, gently guiding Damian farther away from Tim. "No fighting on Easter – that's like going around saying 'humbug' on Christmas. Let's all just get along, just for today, okay?"

Damian hissed and jerked his arm away as Dick attempted to pull on the child's jacket. "Seriously, Grayson, I am more than capable of dressing myself. Also, how do you expect me to uphold a cheerful demeanor when I am being forced against my will to participate in juvenile activities that are below me?" He paused, and frowned, barely concealing an eye roll. "Really, Grayson? Isn't puppy pouting a bit beneath a twenty-year-old man?"

"Not if it convinces my little brothers to all have some fun together for once," the young man replied easily. "Please, Dami, just try to have fun. For me, okay? I really want this to happen."

Tim eyed the heartfelt plead with a mixture of sympathy and uneasiness. "Still think that Jason's gonna show up?"

Dick turned to look at him, conviction flashing in his eyes. "I know he is. I texted him again this morning, and he said he'd meet us at the park."

"Did you tell him what we're doing?"

"Nooo… but he'll figure it out when we get there."

"I say as soon as he hears the word 'egg' he shoots us all in the feet and takes off," Damian said sourly, once again tearing himself away from Dick's grip as the older boy attempted to comb his spiky ebony hair with his fingers. "Seriously, Grayson, I am twelve! I am more than capable of dressing myself!"

Dick was frowning now. "C'mon, give Jay a break, okay? He'll be there, he won't be shooting anyone, and we're all going to have fun."

Tim finished pulling on his shirt and socks and crossed his arms, slowly striding towards his two brothers. "Demon kid has a point, Dick," he said, ignoring Damian's glare. "I know you're thrilled about Jason taking part in the family again, but you've still got to be careful. He's still the Red Hood."

"A Red Hood with the Batman symbol splayed across his chest. And remember it's been weeks since any of his targets have died from their wounds. He's developed a knee and foot fetish with his aim – he's stopped killing."

Tim nodded, but didn't look convinced. Damian finished dressing himself and bolted for the doorway, calling over his shoulder, "I still find all of this senseless folly!" Dick sighed as he stood up, both he and Tim exchanged a look, and then both headed downstairs.

"Ready?" Bruce greeted from the kitchen, setting down the mug he'd been holding and smiling softly as his sons entered. "Alfred's already in the car. He's been in there ever since you three headed up to get dressed."

"Yeah, sorry we're running late," Dick said as he leaned against the breakfast island. "Babs invited me to go to the Easter Mass with her, and then Timmy came along too – it was awesome that you came, by the way, Tim – and I didn't know it was later than the others services, so…"

"Relax," Bruce chuckled, shaking his head. "He isn't mad. When is Alfred ever mad?"

"When we sneak cookies off the cooling rack?"

"Leave our stuff lying around the house?"

"Use the chandelier in the hall as a target practice?"

Everyone looked at Damian upon the last statement, and the boy subconsciously shrunk behind Dick. When his father opened his mouth to speak, he glared. "Don't. Pennyworth already lectured me – thoroughly. I have not done so since."

"Good," Bruce replied, rubbing a hand over his face at the thought of birdarangs ricocheting around Wayne Manor. "Alright, you all ready to go?"

"Yes! Let's go!" Dick tore out of the kitchen and out the front door, leaving the others behind to stare. Tim shook his head, though he was grinning. "He's having way too much fun than he should be. It's unhealthy."

"Well, let's not disappoint him then," said Bruce, looking pointedly at Damian, who shrugged. "No fighting, no arguing. No physical harm to each other, and let's all try to be pleasant. When we meet with Jason…" He swallowed a bit, but he'd been getting used to his second eldest showing up for family events more often. He couldn't deny the fact pleased him, even if Red Hood and Batman were still at odds. "…when we meet with Jason, let's all be nice and get along, okay?"

"I still don't get how Grayson managed to convince Todd to take part in this insanity," Damian mumbled as he started heading for the front door. "I still think he's scheming something. We shouldn't be letting our guard down – we should be bringing something."

"Uh-uh, no weapons, remember? Alfred's rules," corrected Bruce as he herded his two youngest outside towards the car, where Alfred was awaiting and Dick bouncing on the seat inside. "Tim, you okay with all this?"

The teen thought a moment, chewing on his nail, before nodding. "Yeah. Jason's been getting… better. I don't trust him all the way yet, but… yeah, yeah, I think we'll be okay." I hope.

"Good. C'mon, keep Dick waiting any longer and he'll explode."

"In an eruption of rainbows and kitties no doubt."

"No doubt."