A/N: Okay, here are the ages.

Bruce: 40s (About 44 or 45)

Damian: 24

Stephanie: 18

Cass: 16

Tim: 15

Jason: 11

Dick: 8

Babs: 5

Babs won't show up for a few chapters, but she should show up soon.


Tim held up a card.

"Apple." Dick said. Tim held up another card. "Um...Tiger."

Dick had moved in just a month ago. In that time, he had grown used to the Manor's dark, maze-like halls, warmed up to the idea of having brothers and sisters, and found out that Bruce Wayne was Batman and the rest of his siblings were his partners.

What he had not done was master English.

His Mami and Tati had taught him some, enough to hold a very basic, fractured conversation, but Bruce said that he had to go to school soon, and that he needed to learn English first. Everyone helped in their own way, but Dick liked Timmy teaching him the most. Timmy had colorful cards with pictures on them. He was also a lot more patient.

They were still only on basic cards, but Tim was confident that Dick would move onto the more complicated cards and sentences soon.

"Timmy? S-Snack now?" Dick was starting to get a headache trying to remember all these words. Food usually made his headaches better.

"How about we get through a few more. Then, we can have a snack." Dick nodded, understanding most if not all of what Tim said.

"What's up?" Jason suddenly popped up behind Dick, causing him to jump. He turned around with a beaming smile though.

"Jay!"

Jason chuckled and ruffled Dick's hair. "Hey, Dickie." He glanced over at Tim and noticed the cards. "English time?"

Dick nodded solemnly. "English time. No like. Hard. Want snack."

Jason bit his tongue in order to keep from laughing. "Yeah, English sucks. Lots of double—even triple—meanings. You'll learn, better than Cass at least."

When Cass first showed up at the Manor, she could perfectly read and write English and understand when it was spoken; she just couldn't speak a word of it. She begrudgingly learned enough to get by in school but refused anything more. She prefered to speak with body language.

Dick puffed his cheeks and turned back to Tim, who held up another card. "Playground!" Dick's eyes lit up. "Timmy! We go playground?"

This time, Jason laughed with Tim joining in. He secretly hoped Tim would say yes. Jason loved the playground.

"Sure, Dick. We can go to the playground after we have a snack."

Tim started putting the cards away as Dick bounced around, knowing they wouldn't get any further with English lessons with Dick so distracted.

"Jay! Jason! Go playground!" Jason grinned and took Dick's hand, leading him towards the kitchen.

"Yeah, Dickie. I'll go to the playground with you guys. I wanna swing."

"Swing!"

Tim stood, leaving the cards on the dining table. He'd put them back in his room after they got back. He hurried to the kitchen. Alfred would be upset if they ate anything too sugary—not to mention how scary Dick was on a sugar high. The kid could be worse than a Gotham villain.

Tim shuddered and quickened his pace. No, there was no way he was going to let that happen.


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