I don't own Batman or anyone else. If I did, Damian would make some friends and be a happy child. I don't think Damian would like me to own him. Pity.
Damian: I certainly don't want you to own me. I would rather it be the Joker.
Me: I would rather be the Joker as well. I bet he doesn't have to do homework.
Tim: I could help you with your homework.
Damian: Don't listen to him, he'll get it all wrong. 'Tt'
(I begin to write as they begin to fight, gotta love those Bat boys)
It had to be Jason. It just had to be him. There wasn't a universe where it wasn't him, except for the universes where it was Dick. No one else would have challenged Mr Freeze to an arm wrestle without first getting fully suited up in thermal gear. On that particular night, Jason had decided to do just that. Now he was in the Batcave with a serious cold.
"Who does that? Who actually does that?" Tim asked.
"Evidently I do." Jason said and muttered, "Call yourself a detective."
"Timmy's right, Jay." Dick pointed out. "It was a bit stupid."
"Todd's a bit stupid." Damian added. Anything witty Jason might have replied was lost to sneezes. Bruce glared at his sons but another sneeze from Jason soon got him back to searching for blankets in the cave. He pulled out a box that was normally full of medical blankets and sighed as he found it empty. "Does anyone know where the medical blankets are?" Bruce asked turning to his sons. Dick, Tim and Damian fell silent and looked at the floor, guilty. None of the boys betrayed the others with the story and none of them made eye contact with Bruce. Bruce simply rolled his eyes at his sons. "Tim, can you go and get some thermal blankets from upstairs?" Bruce said with a deathly tone. Tim nodded and made a quick escape.
Abby was getting a drink from the kitchen. It was the middle of the night and she had her dressing gown wrapped around her. It was cold too but she tried to ignore it. That was when she heard a noise from outside. Her uncle was asleep; she had checked on him before coming downstairs to get a drink. Maybe it was a robber or something like that. Abby poked her head round the door. She caught sight of Tim, a large pile of blankets in his arms, hurrying down the corridor. Abby guessed that the boys were creating a blanket fort again and then realised it was really late. She moved out into the corridor and began to move silently after him. Tim disappeared in Bruce's study and Abby turned the corner after him. She watched as he disappeared behind the grandfather's clock and followed him.
"I've got the blankets." Tim said, rushing forwards. He threw a couple of the blankets to Bruce who threw them over Jason and wrapped him up tightly. Jason attempted to struggle without luck. He was soon engulfed by the pile of thermal blankets. "That better, Hood?" Dick asked from where he was sitting on the side. Jason replied (or it might have been a sneeze) but it was too muffled by the blankets for his brothers to make out. "Whoa!" the Bat-family heard someone say. They all turned and saw Abby standing there, looking around the cave in awe. "This place is amazing."
"Drake! Did you let Abigail down into father's cave?" Damian asked. Tim looked at Abby and nodded slowly. Bruce looked at Tim and would have glared but Tim himself looked upset that he had let Alfred's niece find out their secret. "How stupid are you? I'm surprised it isn't you who has the cold." Damian added, spitefully. "Now how is father meant to keep his secret?"
"Oh, hello Jason." Abby paused and looked at the other boys. "It's okay, Damian. I already know."
To be continued...
(Don't you just hate it when that happens! I hope you won't be disappointed! =~) Yay!) Jason has been hanging around with the Bat-boys recently. I guess he's still recovering from having his house blown up!
