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"Alfred! Are you sure he is coming?" Tim asks anxiously.
Alfred sighs heavily, "Yes Master Timothy. Master Richard informed me that he is indeed coming.
Damian, who is sitting in the corner of the couch, as far away from Tim as possible, " Just as long as he hurries, I'm tired of waiting." Tim just sighs and rolls his eyes at Damian's attitude. Damian hears the sigh, even though he has earbuds in, and lunges for Tim. "You want to fight Drake?"
Damian's hands connect with Tim's shoulders and they both go tumbling off the couch. "Master Damian! Master Timothy! Stop this at once!" Alfred scolds them, but they continue to wrestle on the ground.
Suddenly, the doors fly open and Dick strides in, still dressed in his nightwing costume, dragging someone behind him. "Sorry I'm late guys! I had to pick up this guy." Dicks cheerful voice says. He dumps Jason of a chair, who is still dressed in his coat and mask. Although Jason looks disgruntled, he makes no move to get up.
Damian and Tim immediately stop fighting and sit back on the couch, pretending as if nothing happened.
"Okay guys, I am going to head upstairs and change, I'll be right back." Dick calls out as he heads out the door, ruffling Damian hair on the way. There is a moment of tense silence before
Alfred strides over to Jason and holds out his hand. " I'm afraid I am going to have to ask for your weapons Master Jason." Alfred calmly asks. Jason stares him down for a second before giving in. He opens up his coat and removes four guns from various pockets, then brings out two more from his front pockets. Jason folds his arms and leans back, staring down alfred. Alfred returned with a stare just as intense and held out his hand more firmly. Jason finally rolls his eyes and sits up. he removes a belt that is covered in many knives, various guns and a grenade or two. Then he removes two knives strapped to his leg and a another gun. Finally he reaches down into his boots and withdraws one last gun and serrated knife. Alfred, seemingly satisfied, snatches the mask off his face and walks over, setting them down of a table by the doorway. Jason huffs and leans back.
"i am going to get snacks, don't kill each other." Alfred calls over his shoulder as he leaves the room. A an electrified silence fills the air as each boy tries and assert his dominance. It is about to break when Dick flies into the room, wearing some grey sweat pants.
"Hey guys!" he proclaims cheerfully, ignoring the obvious tension in the air, "I'm here! Lets start!" His positiveness seems to affect everyone and they relax. Dick plops down on the couch in between Tim and Damian, punching Time playfully in the arms and ruffling Damian's hair again.
Alfred comes through the door, carrying a tray heavily laden with popcorn and cookies. " Here you go Masters, enjoy." says alfred and settles down in a chair.
"Wait, where is Bruce?" Tim asks Alfred, confused.
Alfred casts his eyes down and replies in a heavy voice, " Master Bruce has to attend some business for Wayne Industries. He can't join us today."
Silence falls over the room. Dick cautiously breaks the silence, "Thats...okay. Lets just start the movie." Everyone mumbles their consent and Dick gets up to start the movie. He dims the lights and settles down back in his spot. The screen begins to glow and words " The Mark of Zorro" Dick wraps his arms around Tim and Damian, drawing them against him. Damian rests his head on Dicks bare chest and Tim on his shoulder. The shine from the TV washes over them as the boys get engrossed in the movie.
About half way through, Jason gets up from his seat and walks towards the kitchen. As he walks by the couch, Dick grabs his sleeve and looks into his face. The white streak in his hair seems to glow, framing his face as he looks into Dick's pleading eyes. Jason relaxes his shoulder and allows himself to be guided over to the couch, he settles down next to Tim, wrapping his arm around his waist in a brotherly gesture and rests his head on Tim's shoulder.
Just as the end credits are rolling around, Bruce slowly opens the door and carefully steps inside. He catches sight of all of his sons asleep on the couch. Damian and Tim are both resting their heads of Dick's abdomen, while Jason is draped across Tim. Dick has his arms around all of them, his head resting next to Jason's. He smiles to himself, looking at them with love in his eyes, and gently places a blanket over them.
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