Hey again guys! This is gonna be like a collection of moments in the Batfam ^-^ I really hope you enjoy! They aren't going to all be following the same story line. Please Read and Review!
~Soft-falling-Raindrops

Drinking habits (Dick)

Jason rubbed at his eyes sleepily as he tromped down the stairs, cursing under his breath as he almost missed a step.

"The hell... stupid stairs, stupid Dick for taking my helmet and making me stay here to get it back..." His eyesight was blurry as he made his way into the hall, and he yelped as his foot was pierced by the most horrid death toy known to man: Lego.

"Damian, what the hell?!" The young adult old shouted, hopping up and down on one foot while grasping the other in his hands.

Damian was looking up from his building with an offended expression on his face, and he complained "Todd, you destroyed my barracks! Where are my armies supposed to sleep now?"

Scowling, Jason growled "I don't care! Go play with your toys elsewhere, like in your room."

He ignored Damian's mutters and walked into the kitchen, planning on cornering Dick so he could get his helmet back and leave, when he came upon the older man in the kitchen, leaning over the sink with his head turned to one side. The tap was running, and Dick had his mouth open while the water poured into it.

"What're you doing?"

After a few seconds Dick stood up, and wiped water off his mouth with the back of his his hand. "Uh, getting water?"

Jason snorted, and as he was pulling the fridge open asked "Can't you use a glass, like a normal person?" Shrugging, Dick leaned over and snagged a pack of bacon from the fridge, placing it beside the stove.

"I've always drank my water like that. Well, unless Al is around... he'd probably have a heart attack at my manners."

Jason smirked, and pulled a beer out of the fridge before pushing it closed with his foot. "Well, I spent the night Dicky-bird. Where's my helmet?"

Feigning innocence, Dick asked "What helmet?"

Jason narrowed his eyes at him, and Dick put his hands up. "Okay, okay... Just stay for breakfast? When's the last time you've had some real food, Alfred's food?"

Sighing, Jason let his head hit the counter comically before mumbling "Fine. And THEN I'm gone."

Costume problems. (Tim)

Jason pulled his helmet off and winced as he stretched, pain flaring in his lower back. "Stupid bad-guys with stupid pipe..."

He winced as he tugged his shirt off, probing at his back and groaning when he felt a gash. "Great. How the heck am I going to stitch this?"

Tim came into the Batcave a few seconds later, and he frowned when he saw Jason's back. "Jason, maybe you should think about spending the night here so I can keep an eye on that. Here, stay still and let me stitch it."

Groaning, Jason let Tim sew him back up. Luckily it was over quickly, but when Jason tried to tug his skintight shirt back on it scraped against the cut. "Now I can't even get my costume back on!"

Tim chuckled, and patted Jason's shoulder. "It'll be fine, just a week or two till the stitches can come out." He turned to pull his costume off, and Jason raised an eyebrow as he realized the younger teen was struggling.

"Dude, either you got fat, or your costume shrunk in the wash. That thing is tight now." To prove his point, Jason reached over and flicked the spandex, smirking when it sounded with a sharp 'twang'.

Tim flushed, and muttered "Alfred was teaching Damian how to wash his suit, and they decided to use mine as practice. Al's currently making a new one, but for now I'm stuck with this." He glared at the material, and Jason started snickering.

"Is this why you were doing that weird little dance on patrol last night?"

Beet red now, Tim protested "It's like having a freaking wedgie, but throughout the whole night and you can't do a thing!"

Jason started chortling, and when he could get his breath back he gasped "It's a bat-wedgie!"

I don't want to be alone (Damian)

Dick stumbled up the stairs sleepily, wanting to crawl under his covers and sleep for three years. It had been a rough night on patrol, and all of them were really tired.

Jason was so tired that he didn't even protest when Alfred insisted he stay the night, so 'He can keep an eye on Master Jason's injuries.'

Doing what he called his 'brotherly rounds,' Dick peeked into first Tim's room, and then Jason's, checking on his younger brothers. Tim was curled up on his bed under his blankets, and Jason was spreadeagled on top of his covers.

Chuckling, Dick pulled the blankets up over Jason and smirked when the younger adult nuzzled up to his hand. "Night Jace."

He checked in Damian's room, and instantly felt like something was wrong. Damian was in his bed, but he was holding himself stiffly, and his breathing was too erratic to be sleeping. "Dami, are you okay?"

The younger boy was silent, and as Dick's eyes focused in the darkness he could see the slightest shaking of his shoulders. "Damain..." He crossed the room, and rested a hand on his brother's shoulder, who stiffened.

"Get out Grayson." His voice was hoarse, and Dick frowned. "Little D, are you okay?"

"I said get out!"

Damian sat up and faced Dick, glaring. His eyes were red and puffy, and there was tear tracks down his cheeks. "Little D, tell me what's wrong."

"I just want..." His bottom lip trembled, and in a flash Dick had climbed into bed beside Damian, pulling him onto his lap. "Shh. Tell me what's wrong."

"I don't want Father, or you, or Todd, or, or... Drake, getting hurt. I'm scared, that if you get hurt badly one night, that you won't come home..." His voice had dropped to a whisper, and Dick cuddled the boy in his arms. "Dami, I promise, we will always come home."

~Four years later~

Tears welled behind green eyes, as the youngest member of the Wayne family stood in front of four graves.

"You promised, Dick. You promised me that you would always come home."

A sob was choked in his throat, and he hastily swiped at his eyes with his sleeve, stopping the tears from falling. "You promised..." Damian dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around himself, crying brokenly as rain started falling softly.

"I don't want to be alone."

So there you have it! Please tell me what you think, and if you have ideas for the next Batfam moments! ^-^ I'd love to hear from you!