Don't worry. This is not yet ANOTHER story I am writing before I finish my others. I don't think I'll finish this fic, so read at your own expense. I have one other chapter written, but as I said I won't finish unless i get like a hundred reviews telling me to get my butt in gear. Until then...

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Day 1: Dick's POV

This was not good.

I'll tell you what is not good: needing to be on the other side of the country when all planes are grounded due to a nationwide storm.

So me and my siblings, Tim, Cass, Stephanie, Damien, and Jason were sitting around a Monopoly game board playing a violent game (by violent I mean whenever Damien landed on someone else's space and he had to pay them he'd chase them around with knives) when Bruce came in.

"Um, kids?" he asked for our attention.

"Yeah?" we answered in unison, looking up from the die Cass had just rolled.

"We have a problem."

"What?" asked Tim.

"All planes have been grounded for the next three weeks across the nation, and we have to be in DC by Tuesday. I have an important business meeting, a few galas, and some charity events. And you guys, at least Dick and Jason, have to come with me."

We all stared at him blankly. "So…?" Stephanie quirked an eyebrow.

"And since the planes are grounded, we have to go by car."

"Wha-what?" we stared at him horrified. Tim and I knocked together our heads for a moment and this was our rapid conversation:

Tim: Well, we're in California right now, so what states will we hit?

Me: Nevada, Arizona, Utah, Wyoming, Nebraska, Iowa, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, West Virginia, Pennsylvania, Maryland, West Virginia- again, Virginia, and then Washington DC. (I traced the map in my head.)

Tim: And, (he muttered a bunch of equations of math I could understand but would take too long to write) So, about 2,300 miles…

Me: At 60 miles an hour with a few detours and rest stops… (I also muttered a bunch of math stuff) that'd be 5 very long days…

Tim: Plus break time, which we'll need, because you know Damien and Jay when they don't get enough exercise-

Me: Don't forget me-

Tim: that would be…

We both turned to Bruce. "SEVEN DAYS?!"

He nodded solemnly.

"You do realize you could have just asked Google, right?" Jason pointed out.

"Or Siri." Stephanie piped.

"The Lady in the phone has zero intelligence, Brown. She could not have answered." Damien pointed out.

"You guys are missing the point!" Tim face-palmed.

"Road Trip!" Stephanie sang. "This is going to be so fun!"

"Wait- what?" Jason realized. "NO! No way! No how!"

"Sorry, Jason."

"We'll have to leave today to get there in time." Cass frowned, confused.

"Yes," Bruce sighed. "Pack up. And I guess I have to drive, since Alfred didn't come to California with us." He lamented. Then he turned to go to his room. "Pack a bag for the week in the car, then for two after that. We should be able to fly back."

We stared at each other, wide-eyed. Then we all scrambled to our perspective rooms to pack. When I was done, I helped a very confused Dami, with Tim occasionally popping in asking questions like, "How many pairs of underwear?" and "Should I pack both of my toothbrushes?" (my response was, "You only need one period!" his answer being: "But one is Batman and the other is Robin! I NEED both!")

When I finished with Dami, I helped Cass, Tim still constantly asking questions, a few more examples are: "Should I pack my backup Laptop? And what about my tablet? Should I bring the Bat-Tablet? Or just the normal one? Will I need my com-set? Should I pack a comb and a brush? Or just a comb? Or can I borrow yours? Do you know where the gel is? I can't find my ipods! Where are they!? Do you think it would be okay if I brought a holo-projector in the car?"

I eventually finished with Cass and decided to check on Jason, who was laying on his back, legs up on the wall at a 90 degree angle, tapping a hand to the sound of music blasting through earbuds into his ears while texting.

I called his name a couple of times then ripped the earbuds out of his ears, sending him into a surprised back roll into a defensive crouch. Then I glared at him and began digging through drawers, throwing clothes at him to pack. Once I was done with that I made my way to Stephanie's room where she was standing in the mirror with a sparkly aqua skirt that brought out her blue eyes and a tight black top that accented what little shape her thin eleven year-old self had, adorned with a sapphire necklace and earrings.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

Stephanie jumped and spun. "I'm choosing clothes for the trip!" she retorted, defensive.

"Well, don't try them on, throw them in a bag!"

"But we're going to the capital! What if I meet the President's son?" she whined. "I have to look my best!"

"A, he's not like a prince or anything, B, he probably doesn't deserve you, C, I'd kill him if he so much as touched you, and D, YOU ARE ELEVEN!"

Stephanie pouted. "Whatever, Dick. But, I still want to try on all the clothes-"

"Stripes with florals, it doesn't matter!" I rolled my eyes exasperatedly.

Stephanie gasped. "Never! Not stripes with florals!"

"And polka dots." I held up a bright pink dress with polka dots and a lime sash and hemming.

"Not polka dots too! Where is Barbara when I need her!?" the blonde cried.

"Back in Gotham." I snorted, throwing the dress into the purple sparkly suitcase.

I eventually got Steph to agree on less trying on and more packing, but she was by far the most time I spent on any of my siblings, even myself. I then helped Tim finish up by placing the nine year old on the chair in the corner of the room and finishing for him.

I made sure all my siblings got their suitcases down by the door and helped Bruce (who knew almost nothing about cooking) finish up with the extensive snacks and junk-food (how did he get all of that so fast?! Oh well, he is the Batman), loading them into coolers and bags, then dragging them out of our LA penthouse to the brand new minivan, Honda Odyssey, to be exact, in a dark blue-grey color, Bruce mumbling about car mix-up orders and whatnot.

I realized as we loaded the luggage into the trunk and newly installed Thule how lucky we were. I mean, we needed a minivan. So we bought one plain, with cash. No monthly payment, or years for it to finally be ours. Just… we need a minivan, so, we got a minivan.

Then we got situated, Bruce in the driver's seat, Stephanie in Shotgun (much to Jason's dismay), Jason and I in the captain chairs, and Dami, Cass, and Tim in the back. The cooler sat between the two captain chairs and the bags of food and paper-ware under the center console between the front two seats.

And then, at about 7:15, we were off! Only to hear Jason, Stephanie and Dami complain over hunger, and then a big fight over which restaurant we'd attend, which ended in Bruce telling them to suck it up, we're going to Farmer Boys. But then the drive-thru was ridiculously busy, but everyone had excepted the decision by then so there was no turning back, but then Steph, and Dami insisted on going inside with Bruce, and after a fight, our Dad gave in.

So he ran inside and told me to get air in the tires, so I slid into the driver's seat (I know, I'm only fourteen, but technically, I've driven Jets, the Batmobile at speeds not even professional racers drive at through traffic jams, helicopters, the Batwing, robot suits, a floating disc, super-motorcycles, jetpacks, even spaceships, so… both I and Bruce thought I was more than able to drive across the lot and get some air in the tires).

I got out and realized I didn't have any quarters. Crap.

"Hey, guys? You got any quarters?" I peeked my head back in.

Jason shrugged, playing a game on the PS2 hooked up to one of the mini-TVs that Bruce had bought when he got the food. He must've set it up while I was realizing that I lacked quarters. Cass looked up from Tim's tablet, in which he was furiously hacking something, numbers flying across the screen at an alarming rate. Eh. Probably just the Pentagon.

"No." Cass cocked her head and looked back to her big brother, pointing out a number glitch in Tim's sequence.

I looked around and found Stephanie's purse, (why'd she have that? She was eleven!) either way it had a few quarters so I was thankful. I then climbed back out and filled the tires. By then it was nearly 7:30, and that made me extremely thankful that we were the Bats and Bruce had slept a solid four hours last night, he wouldn't fall asleep on the road.

I jumped back into the driver seat and drove back to Farmer Boys, where the traffic had only gotten worse. I had to sit in the middle of the parking lot with someone honking at me to get moving before I finally pulled up beside the restaurant. It took forever, and a lot of yelling at Jason to turn the TV down, but eventually Dad, Steph, and Dami came out, laden with bags. Well… Steph and Dad were, but apparently Dami had gotten tired and was now resting on Bruce's hip. And Jason had put headphones on.

I jumped over the console and back into the captain chair, where I buckled and received the bags of food. I then sifted through them, handing it out as Bruce pulled out and Steph began a monologue about how exciting this would be.

Meanwhile, Tim had put aside his tablet (and laptop, and other laptop, and other tablet, and all three of his ipods, and his holo-projecter, and Bat-Wave Wifi Receiver) to munch happily on his burger. Dami was eating the breading off the zucchini sticks as Cass ate the leftover zucchini. Jason was eating onion rings, frantically trying to keep Sora alive in his game of Kingdom Hearts, and I was dipping my own onion rings in ranch and enjoying the crunch of the breading and the sweet of the onion.

"Oh my goodness!" Steph giggled as rain started beating our window and Bruce turned onto the I-15. "It's beautiful! Like a wonderland! I just love that the planes are grounded- or we would never take a road trip! It's going to be good bonding!"

I smiled as I remembered back when I was little tiny. Going on train trips were dreaded yet so fun, with my family all around me, crowded together, I guess a road trip- this wouldn't be so bad.

"Yep, I'm glad too, Steph." I used a napkin to wipe some mayo off my lip after a bite of burger.

"Dick, don't you just love the rain?" she reclined, pressing on to my knees a bit, and flung her bare feet up onto the dash, pressing them against the freezing window, giggling and squealing in surprise at the cold.

I scooted my chair back so she wouldn't be pressing on me, and Damien tapped my shoulder, he was right behind me, still grumpy Bruce made him sit in a booster. "Yes, Domino?"

"Don't call me that, Grayson. But you're smashing me."

I looked over my shoulder to see I wasn't even touching his black-sweatpant clad knees at all. I rolled my eyes. "Dami, I'm not touching you at all. Steph reclined so I have to scoot back."

"Tell Brown to un-recline then!"

"Dami, you're fine." I stuffed the garbage from my dinner under my seat.

"I am NOT Grayson, you are smashing me!" Damien grabbed my hair and pulled on it, making me yelp in surprise.

"DAD!" I choked, scratching at Damien's unrelenting hands.

"What?" Bruce glanced behind his shoulder only to refocus on the road.

"Dami's hurting me!"

"You sound like a five-year-old, Grayson!"

"You are a five-year-old! Le' go!"

"No!" I grabbed his hand, squeezing his fingers and thumb uncomfortably tight, and twisted, popping his wrist painfully up, upside down, grimacing in pain as some of my hair went with it.

I then twisted and held both of his hands, engulfing them and vising them in my larger ones. I stared at him intensely as I spoke in low, menacing voice. "Damien Wayne. We are on a road-trip in a minivan due to Alfred ordering it instead of the motor-home Dad asked for. This is going to be uncomfortable. But you are not to be rude, scream, or misbehave. Got it?"

Damien glared at me. But I was in big-brother mode, he had no choice but to mutter, "Fine, Dick."

I sighed and turned back around. Steph was humming "Black Hills of Dakota", Jason was now in a fight against a bunch of Forsaken, with Donald Duck already down, and Goofy only half-health. Cass was staring out of the front window, bored to death as the desert rolled by. Damien was sulking behind me and Tim was reading a book on his Kindle.

I rested my head against the backrest and sighed. This would be one very long road trip. I tugged my comforter up on my and folded my legs underneath myself, resting my head against the freezing window. Eventually, Cass and Damien slumped onto each other falling asleep with a panda tie-blanket across them. Tim had turned on night-mode on his Kindle, and Jason had gotten annoyed when he couldn't defeat the pirates on Pirates of the Caribbean World to get to the next destination, and had huffed, settling with his MP3 player and neon orange headphones, tapping his foot and occasionally humming along. From what I heard it sounded like Lindsey Stirling.

Stephanie was now singing along to the radio, the current scratchy song being "Jingle Bell Rock," don't even ask why that was on in October. Bruce was leaning on the wheel and staring thoughtfully at the road, and I was trying to follow Cass' and Damien's example.

Eventually Jason started snoring and Stephanie had resorted to humming to Michael Bublé, or as Dami and Cass called it, Bubble. It kinda' had become a thing in our family, except for Bruce, because, well, Bruce was… Bruce.

I was about to doze off when Bruce interrupted, "Dick? Get me the Oreos, please."

I yawned and nodded, digging through the orange bag and handing him the Oreos, which were birthday with little sprinkles in the filling.

He nodded thanks and I attempted once again to go to sleep, scooting my chair up far enough to have literally no leg room and then reclining it back to almost a 180 degree angle. I drifted off to sleep.

I woke several hours later, Bruce telling me to help my siblings, it was about seven in the morning when we reached our Salt Lake City hotel, Holiday Inn… I think? No, that was a movie… I had no idea. I was too tired to care. I loaded Cass onto my hip along with my blanket, laptop, tablet and phone (yeah, I know, Tim and I have a lot of gadgets… but we like to hack. In fact, the Hotel's security system would already be gone due to one of us if we weren't so tired.

Anyway, I helped my Dad get everyone and everything to our hotel room, number 119 on the sixth floor then collapsed on one of the queens, Jason on the other side and Tim between us. Stephanie and Cass slept on the pull-out bed and Dami and Bruce slept on the other queen. Then… we fell asleep. A nice, blissful sleep…

There we go. As I said, i have one more chapter but unless i get an overwhelming amount of death sentences unless i continue, i don't think I'll continue because i want to finish my other fics so I can write my novel... yeah. Thanks guys,

Peace be with.

And watch Studio C, they are amazing (random, I know)

Boiy!

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