Fathers Day
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Bruce Wayne had come back from a late patrol and wanted nothing more than to sleep in for a few more hours, however he was awoken by the sound of yelling and something breaking. He was debating whether or not it was worth getting up to when he smelled something burning. Sighing, he got up to investigate knowing that if he didn't it was likely to end in a bloodbath and with the mansion burning followed the sounds of yelling and found his way into the kitchen. What he saw made his eyes widen in shock.
"WHAT is the meaning of this?!"
Bruce wasn't sure if he wanted to know,The once spotless kitchen (due to Alfred's hard work) was now sprinkled in flour, egg shells littered the floor, everything was upturned and everything looked distinctively burned.
Jason, Dick,Tim and Damian slowly turned around, identical looks of horror growing on their face.
"Umm it's not really our fault ...much...you see"Dick said, however at the batglare sent his way,decided another tactic was needed"Damian will explain it!"
Damian glowered at Dick before sneering "Tt. If the imbecile was more aware of his surroundings none of this would have happened."
"Hey,how was it my fault when you were the one who forgot to turn off the stove?!"Tim yelled, enraged at Damian's unfair now they were both so caught up in the argument they forgot that Bruce was there.
"Tt, If you had not added oil, the fire would have more been easily contained"
"That wasn't even me!"Tim said, sounding exasperated.
"For the last time, I thought it was water!"Jason ranted.
"ENOUGH!"
The boys gulped and turned towards Bruce, Jason looking sheepish, Damian tried to loom superior but the terror was obvious in his eyes and Tim looked liked a deer caught in headlights.
"Now"Bruce said,pinching the bridge of his nose trying to be calm"What exactly happened?"
"Well..."They said in unison
4 hours earlier
Dick shrieking at you at midnight and dumping a cold bucket of water onto your face is not one of the more pleasant ways to wake up, Tim had to learn it the hard way.
"Bruce is gone, Bruce is gone Bruce is gone!" Dick chanted with a wide smile on his face.
"I know,he's out on patrol" Time replied, using all his self control not to punch his eldest brother in the face. " What I don't know is why you are waking me up at freaking midnight to tell me something EVERYONE IN THE HOUSE KNOWS!
"Timmy!I was just here to get your help but if you insist on being so rude to me I guess Damian or Jason and do it" Dick huffed, his lips becoming a big pout that looked very out of place on the 25 year old man.
" The demon spawn and the psycho killer? You must be desperate" Tim said rather nonchalantly, though his curiosity was sparked as to why they'd need Jason here. "So…what do you need?"
"Awww, I knew you'd come around! See you to the living room in 10 minutes, don't be late!" Dick chirped,beaming brighter than the sun, before practically prancing out of the room. Tim let out a rather defeated sigh.
The Living Room
Tim dragged his feet down the hallway only to bump into a disgruntled looking Damian.
"Tt. Watch where you are going you peasant.. Some of us have more important things to do than getting milk at night." Damian sneered.
"I wasn't getting milk! And anyway, I doubt anything your doing at midnight is that important, after all you were banned from patrol weren't you? Tim said in an exasperated tone of voice, rolling his eyes as he did.
" Father simply doesn't want you feeling bad when I inevitably show you up in patrol, as always. And Grayson didn't even tell you, did he? After all your not fit to know." Damian said snidely.
"Oh, so Dick told you too? And in case you didn't know, Dick told me first!"
"Tt. Lying to make yourself feel better won't make you any less of a disgrace"
Just then Dick bounded into the living room with a wide smile that Tim did not trust and a cell phone in his hand
" Grayson I demand you tell drake right now that you told me first about needing help"
"In your dreams demon spawn! C'mon Dick, Damian can take it." Tim urged
" Umm… Well, guys….." Dick stuttered nervously, his eyes scanning the room for another door since Damian had blocked the one he came through. Tim and Damian looked at him expectantly. Suddenly a window broke and shards of glass littered the floor while Jason could be seen in the middle of all of it.
"Jason! I'm so glad you came!" Dick ran over to hug him, looking extremely relieved.
"Tt. What is Todd here? Does he not belong in Arkham?" Damian demanded.
"For once I have to agree with him. I know you said you might ask for his help but seriously?He tried to kill us!No offense Jason." Tim could not have sound more indignant if he tried, even though he and Jason were on better terms now he was still wary about letting him into his house.
"See, I kinda need his help, since it is Father's Day.I know he might not be….stable but he is still our brother." Dick said, mentally bracing himself for the outburst to come. He was not disappointed.
"Dick! You woke us up at midnight for Father's Day? Not that it isn't important-it is- but seriously, midnight?!"Tim said, sounding completely shocked that the former boy wonder had woken him up at such an ungodly hour for this.
"Wow thanks for the vote of confidence Dickiebird, i'm touched" Jason drawled out, his face perfectly relaxed, but his eyes were telling another story, flashing around wildly like a wild something seemed to register in his head "What the hell?! You told me this was about the Black Mask or else I never would have stepped foot into this hellhole!" Jason growled the words out, his face now guarded and his body tense.
"Tt. Your secret missions are very disappointing Grayson. You brought a known criminal into our house for Father's Day? He is not our father's son and neither is Drake for that matter." Damian said snidely, somehow managing to look his nose down on everyone though he was still quite short.
"Hey! I am as much Bruce Wayne's son as you-"
"GUYS! Please, can we just get along? For Bruce, just for today?" Dick's eyes were wider than
should be possible and his voice was practically begging the to stay. Both Tim and Damian seem to be willing to stay, but Jason was another matter,
"Why the fuck should I stay with a man who didn't give a damn that I died for his cause? Who let my murderer live? For that matter why should he want a murderer ere anyway?He made it perfectly clear that he wishes I was never his son and regrets, fucking regrets, ever taking me in. Give me a reason, Golden boy, just one fucking reason to stay."Jason spat each word out venomously, his eyes narrowing into slits.
"Because he's still our father. I know you might not believe it but he still loves you. Please stay, maybe not for Bruce but for me. For your brothers, please? We need you, I need you'" Dick had just brought out his trump card, if this didn't get Jason to stay, nothing will. Jason sighed.
"Fucking fine"
"YES!" Dick cheered
"So what are we doing for Father's Day?"Although Tim posed the question to the whole room his eyes were on else soon followed his lead.
Dick could feel all eyes on him so he looked around frantically, before spotting the door to the kitchen. "Baking! Guys lets bake a cake for Bruce!"
"I don't know dick, isn't it kinda complicated, we just might blow the kitchen up." Tim squeaked out sounding completely and utterly nervous
"What ,Babybird? Scared of a little kitchen?" Jason said in a mocking tone,his best shit eating grin on and his eyes held a devious glint.
"Tt. Baking is a simpleton's job, any fool can do it. Though that makes sense as to why you seem unsure Drake." Damian could not have sounded not snobbish if he stalked over to the kitchen with his chin tilted upwards and his arm crossed over each other, the perfect picture of a haughty young prince. Jason prowled behind, his eyes never stopped scanning the room.
"Fine! If anything happens don't blame me!" Tim sounded both resigned and exasperated, throwing his hands up. Then he went too over to the kitchen, with Dick skipping along behind him, talking a mile a minute into his ear with him catching only a few words, namely "family-bonding" and "isn't this wonderful?" Tim however had a feeling in his chest that decidedly told him that no, this is not in any way shape or form wonderful. He did not know how right he was.