I was debating on whether or not to make a New Year's chapter, but technically….. New Years is a holiday. Okay, and at the time I am writing this something weird has been going on with my Fan Fiction home screen, thingy. I just wanted to mention it in case any of you are experiencing this, or if it's just a me problem. Whenever I click "Story Stats" "Profile Stats""Forum Stats" or "Community Stats" I get sent to a screen that says: Error Type 1 an error has occurred while processing your request. Please email this error message in full tosupport . All errors are logged for administrative and security purposes. And then a bunch of numbers. SO I emailed that email and told them what happened, and haven't gotten anything back so far, so please tell me if this is happening to you, if it hasn't been happening to you then thanks for listening to me rant. On with the story! In this one Dick is 25, Tim is 14 and Damian is 12.

"Drake do you really intend to stay up all night, just to see a ball drop to the ground?"

"Yeah. When Dick and I did it last year we had a lot of fun, we watched movies and ate popcorn until midnight."

Damian was sprawled in his usual chair with a thick novel in his hands as he talked with Tim," What even is the point?"

"Have you never done it before?" Tim asked, with a shocked look on his young face.

His adopted brother scowled and stormed out of the room, leaving a very confused Tim alone with his thoughts.

Later that day Tim found Bruce and told him about the conversation he had with Bruce's son.

Bruce sighed," I don't think Damian has ever actually celebrated New Years before, and might be ashamed of that. Are you planning to celebrate with Dick again?"

When Tim nodded Bruce said," You should ask him to hang out with you guys tonight, if I have enough time I might even be able to watch a movie or two."

"Okay, but you better be there by ten." The door bell rang as Tim ran off to greet Dick.

Alfred answered the door and greeted the eldest boy," Welcome back Richard, I assume you are spending the night?"

"Yeah, thanks for letting me over. Hey, Timmy!" Dick opened his arms and gave his little brother a hug," You ready for a late night of popcorn, movies and watching the ball drop?"

"Uh-huh, and we are probably going to have more than just us celebrating tonight. Bruce told me we had to include Damian, but Bruce might be able to hang out also."

His brother responded with a smile," Great! More people the better, have you gotten the movies?"

"Not yet, I was hoping you and I could go rent some."

After Dick put his bag into his old room, Tim and him headed out to get an assortment of movies; they usually get horror and action movies, so they don't fall asleep before midnight. It was after dinner that the boys sat down on the couch and inserted the first movie.

"Timmy, are we forgetting something?" Dick asked, halfway through the movie.

He looked around," Popcorn, check. Movie, check. Soda and candy check. I don't think s- crap! We forgot about Damian!"

"Well let's go get him," Dick paused the movie but turned to his little brother with a gleam in his eyes," Hey, how about we bring squirt guns to greet him, huh?"

Tim nodded enthusiastically as they ran towards his room, where he kept water guns. After both boys were fully equipped with full water guns they stormed up toward the youngest boy's room.

"Put your hands in the arm and prepare to be SOAKED!" Dick and Tim shouted in union as they opened the door to Damian's room. Their victim was sitting on his bed, reading the same book he was earlier when his older brothers entered his room.

He put his arms in front of his face, in a futile attempt to shield himself from the onslaught of water. "Grayson, Drake! What are you doing?!" When his elders didn't stop, Damian decided to put a stop to this harassment. He dropped to the floor, and kicked Tim's leg out from underneath him, when he fell it twisted the wrong direction and he fell to the floor.

"Oh my God, Damian!" Dick rushed over to Tim, who had a pained look on his face.

"You imbeciles were attacking me, so I fought back!" Damian watched Dick help Tim to his feet with a ticked look.

"This was not the way New Years was supposed to go, Damian." Tim limped off, glaring at his soaked younger brother.

As Dick helped Tim out of the room, Damian's face fell as he heard what Tim last said," W-wait. Where you coming up here with intent other than to assault me with water?" But, by the time he said that his brothers were already out of the room.

"Timothy, how did you manage to sprain your leg?" Alfred asked a few minutes later as he attended to Tim.

"Well we ah-"He winced when Alfred abruptly straightened the twisted leg.

Dick put a hand on Tim's shoulder to steady him," We were messing around and Timmy fell."

Alfred glared at Dick," Richard!" He said sharply," I raised you long enough to know when you are lying to me."

"We went to surprise Damian with water guns," Alfred rolled his eyes," and ask him to come watch movies with us. But, he uh, took it a bit too seriously and hurt Timmy."

"There," The old man finished wrapping Tim's leg," You boys know better than to fake attack Damian, he takes things too serious. Now, Richard, go and invite Damian down here to watch films with you. Timmy, you go and get seated on the couch, while I make some hot chocolate for everyone."

Dick crept upstairs and opened Damian's door," Dami? Can I come in?"

"Get out Grayson."

Dick took a step further and sat down on Damian's bed, and looked at the lump under the covers," Dami, he's okay."

"I am not worried about Drake."

The older man sighed," I came to ask you if you wanted to come downstairs and watch some movies, Alfred is gonna make hot chocolate."

"Fine." He grumbled.

11:30 pm

A shriek came from the TV screen and the 3 boys huddled together in fear as they watched a horror movie. It was at a tense moment in the show when a large shape approached the coach with arms spread wide, the three boys screamed as large arms wrapped around them.

"Hi boys, what are you guys watching?" Bruce said as his boys abruptly stopped screaming.

"Oh my God! Bruce!" Dick shrieked as he turned around.

Bruce stopped chuckling when he saw Tim wince as Dick jostled the couch," Tim, what's the matter?" His eye drifted to his son's propped up leg.

"Oh, um…"

"I hurt his leg." Damian blurted out.

The father approached his youngest son," How andmore importantly why, Damian?

"They came in with toy guns that sprayed water, I thought they wanted to fight and… caused Drake to fall, twisting his leg in the process." Dick looked at Tim with a shocked look, Damian was being bluntly honest?

Their father sighed," As long as you are able to go on patrol tomorrow," He looked at Tim," it's ok. Now, the ball is about drop, right?"

"Yeah. Sit down Bruce, let's count down!" Dick smiled and handed his father a bag of popped corn.

"Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One!" They all chanted together, with smiles on their faces, even Damian and Alfred joined in.

When the ball dropped the eldest son put his arm around the youngest and said," Happy New Year, Dami."

Awwww cute ending. Sorry Jason wasn't in this one, I didn't have a lot of ideas for this chapter and kinda just went with it. I know that New Years already passed but I wasn't around a computer during the actual New Years day. I hope you all had a good holiday, and school's gonna start up again for me, so updates won't come more often. I will still update, but not like every two days. Buh-Bye!