I walk through the door, blurry-eyed. I slept for a long time in the car, Titus's fur against my face. I want to be up, since it's only seven o-clock and I haven't had dinner. I want to wake up, and stay up. When Jason and Barbara run to us, happy and laughing, I'm awake instantly. I hug my brother and sister, grateful to be home. They meet my dog and I tell them the joke about the pitbull-black lab and my heritage.

They laugh and Jason gives me another hug. I could care less about that right now, since I'm so exhausted and hungry. I take a shower, changing into my sky blue Batman pajamas when I'm done. Tim follows, getting into his green footie pajamas. After we finish, we walk together into the dining room, where everyone else is in their PJ's as well. Alfred informs us dinner will be a pasta salad, which I am terribly fond of, and bread made from scratch, Tim's favorite.

Once we've eaten dinner, and half an hour later, we settle down in the sitting room at the front of the house. I sit on one of the couches, and Grayson joins me. Jason, Tim, and Barbara share the couch against the wall. Titus sniffs around the room as we talk, just telling each other things from when we were apart. The dog settles down at my feet, and I fold my legs up so I don't accidentally kick him. Jason says, "I can't believe Bruce let you keep him. I asked for a dog forever and here I am."

"He just likes me better." I tell Jason. Our father calls from the kitchen, where he's talking to Alfred, "You know that's bullshit, Day."

I open my mouth to retort, but he's right. I shake my head and look down at my dog. Grayson seizes the moment to change the subject. "Hey, Damian. I was looking around in your room while you were gone, and I found those letters."

"What? You're not allowed to read those. No one in this house is." I scowl at him. He laughs. "I did. That's beautiful, Day, what you wrote."

"Letters? What?" Barbara asks, sitting up straighter. Grayson laughs again. "Remember when we sent him to that monastery in the Himalayas, and he came back six months later? He wrote letters to all of us, one every day, and they were all sentimental and sweet."

"How cute!" Jason squeals. This only makes me more mad, and when Grayson pulls out one of the letters, I nearly snap. Tim is even worse about it. "And he wrote them in crayon? What?"

"Yes. Let me read this. It's so sweet!" Grayson tells them, and begins. "He said, 'I've been lonely lately. If I could say it to you in person, I would-you're my best friend. I miss you and I want to come home. Anyway, how is life? I spend my time mostly thinking about home-home where it's summer and warm and beautiful. Where there's people to talk to, brothers to fight with, a sister to yell at when her music is too loud. Yes, I definetly want to go home.' And that's only the beginning."

Before he can read on, I fling a couch pillow at him. "You little-"

He throws a pillow back. "You're sweet, little brother."

Jason stands next to Grayson and whacks me with his own pillow. Barbara and Tim race to get ammunition and come back swinging their pillows. "Those letters are private! Why else would I have put them under my bed?"

"You were snooping under his bed? That's dark." Jason tells Dick. He replies, "I know, right?"

Alfred and Father come and watch us from the doorway. They laugh a little and head to the cave, probably to file the info on the. . .kidnapping of Tim and I. We're all laughing, throwing pillows and enjoying each other's company for once. When nine o-clock hits, we're exhausted. Barbara and Tim pull out the couch, laying the foldout back down. I yawn and Grayson climbs up.

He takes me into his arms. I press my cheek against his chest as Tim curls up against my oldest brother's other side. Jason comes from the hall with a blanket in his hands. He climbs up beside me, Barbara next to Tim. We pull the blanket over us, tucked in together. I'm asleep before I know it.

Click! A camera flash drags me from a deep sleep. I blink open my eyes, not moving. I take in the scent of Grayson's body spray, the ocean scent of his home, and the last scent I've never been able to place. Something about waking up next to your brother that just makes you feel so nice. . . .

I forget about the camera as I slip free of my brothers and sister, careful not to wake them. I head upstairs, shower, and change into my usual jeans and brown hoodie. I head downstairs, noticing that my siblings haven't gotten up yet. I head into the kitchen, finding Alfred alone and preparing breakfast. "Morning, Pennyworth. How are you?"

"Considering the circumstances, perfectly fine."

Just then, I get a message on my phone. It's a post on the FORM, by no other than my butler. It's a photo of all of us kids from this morning, one of the rare moments where we're all getting along. Alfred wrote:

So nice to see the young masters cooperating for once. As Tim and Damian have returned, life in the Manor is once again tolerable.

I scowl at him, hearing Grayson shaking the others awake. I add a comment, reading the ones already left by Raven and Bruce.

Raven: How cute! What did they do to force the prodigy to stay there?

Bruce: Suprisingly, nothing. There was a pillow fight, started by Dami himself, and they crashed. I

think it's nice to see my kids getting along for once, though.

Raven: Makes sense, Dami started the fight.

Damian: Make all the jokes you want, Raven. I happen to enjoy spending time with my siblings.

The others get up and they agree with me: life is so much easier when we don't fight. That doesn't mean we won't, though.