Sorry for the wait. Again work has kept me busy. But anyway here's Wonderwall, I mean Chapter 10.
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Chapter 10: The Flying Grayson
Wayne Manor, the next morning
Bruce knocked rapidly on the door to Thomas' room. A part of him was feeling guilty about waking him up at eight am with what he assumed would be a monster of a hangover.
But another part of him remembered that his father had been both Batman and an alcoholic so he must have dealt with hangovers.
So he knocked again.
After a few moments the door opened to reveal Thomas standing in sweatpants and a t-shirt. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked much older than what he was.
"It's 8am." Thomas grumbled.
"Yes." Bruce answered.
"Why?" His father asked.
"Breakfast. What else?"
"It's too early," Thomas groaned as he rubbed his face, trying to remove any traces of sleep.
"It's only eight." Bruce replied.
"Too early," Thomas grumbled again before walking past Bruce towards the kitchen.
Bruce caught up quickly and the two walked onwards together.
"There had better be some of Alfred's cherry scones left." Thomas was always fond of those scones and was delighted that Alfred still made them.
"You may have to fight Cassandra for them."
"Would I win?"
"Probably not," Bruce deadpanned.
"Damn it."
The pair continued walking in comfortable silence until they reached the door to the kitchen. Using his incredibly quick reflexes Bruce passed the therapists card to Thomas.
Thomas looked over it a couple of times before looking back up to Bruce. An eyebrow raised in question.
"If you ever want to talk," Bruce answered simply.
"Going to need some legal papers and identification for all of that," Thomas replied as he remembered that he was technically still dead.
"We're going to get that sorted today." Bruce opened the door to the kitchen and walked in as Thomas pocketed the card.
Thomas followed Bruce in and immediately noticed the extra presence at the table and it was someone he recognised.
"Richard Grayson?" Thomas asked the young man perched on a stool and eating a bowl of sugary cereal as he talked to Damian and Cassandra.
Dick paused in his eating and chatting to look up at the older man who just entered the kitchen, who was staring at him as if he had just grown three heads.
Damian looked up at Thomas and just grumbled something before picking his phone back up. He had a subtle smirk on his face when he checked the time.
However Dick was always taught to be friendly to those he was meeting for the first time so he hopped off his stool and strolled over to Thomas with a hand outstretched and a gentle smile on his face.
"Yeah that's me, the first adopted ward of Bruce Wayne and the first Robin. And you must be Thomas, right?" Thomas quickly reminded himself that he was on an alternate earth and took the offered hand in greeting.
"Yes I'm Thomas Wayne. It's nice to meet you Richard." Dick dropped the hand and went back to his seat beside Damian. Thomas took the chair opposite him between Cassandra and Bruce.
"Please call me Dick. When someone calls me Richard I think I'm in trouble for something." Dick chuckled as he picked up his cereal.
Alfred walked around the table and placed mugs of coffee and full breakfasts in front of Bruce and Thomas, who both thanked the elderly butler. Once they began to dig in Dick struck up the conversation once again.
"So how is it that you know my name? I don't think I've ever met you." Thomas paused in his eating to remember how he knew Dick before he replied.
"I met you in my world when I hired Hayley's Circus to perform for some of my patrons. During the performance there was an accident and you're, uh…" Thomas trailed off as he didn't know how to tell this man that he watched his parents plummet to death in front of him when he was a kid.
"They fell, didn't they?" Dick says quietly. Thomas was shocked and quietly cursed the multiverse before nodding slowly. "Damn." The mood at the table was now very dark and every person present had their heads bowed.
"I'm sorry." Thomas quietly said.
"It's ok." Dick took a deep breath and buried the familiar feelings as deep as they could go. "I'm guessing I wasn't taken in by you then."
"No, you were taken in by a performer called Boston Brand." This surprised everyone at the table as curious faces were universally present.
"Boston Brand," Bruce asked.
"Yes."
"The acrobat," Cassandra asked.
"Yes."
"And he was alive." Dick finally asks.
"Yes, why," Thomas is now very confused.
"Because he isn't here," Damian grumbles as he goes back to his phone.
"What?" Thomas has no idea what they are on about.
"Long story," Bruce offers as he takes a gulp of his coffee.
"The multiverse, I swear." Dick shakes his head and chuckles.
Damian then notices the time and decides to make a strategic exit. He quickly finishes off his breakfast and jumps off his stool.
"I'm meeting Colin and Nell at the mall. I'll see you at the Clocktower later Grayson." Damian makes his way out of the kitchen before anyone asks anything more.
Thomas and Dick are both confused by Damian's quick exit but Cass and Bruce have their eyes narrowed.
"Cassie. Has he done something?" Bruce asks his daughter.
"Yes," Cassandra answers.
"Damnit," Bruce groaned. If he was correct then all-out war was coming to the manor and he was not going to come out of it unscratched.
"Hey wasn't Jason meant to be staying here for a bit?" Dick asked, looking around in search of his younger brother.
"Yes." Bruce rubbed his temples, feeling the headache coming. "He was still in the shower when I went to get him."
"Huh then he should be finished right about…."
"Morning assbutts," Jason strolled into the kitchen fully dressed and freshly showered, his leather jacket slung over his shoulder. He looked completely normal to everyone except for one small detail.
His hair was a bright, fluorescent pink.
"Language Master Jason." Alfred commented as he set a mug of tea and a plate of food in front of the younger man.
He maintained his stiff upper lip and did not comment on Jason's hair as it was apparent that Jason had no idea that his hair had become that of a 90's punk band.
The rest of them just stared.
Jason realised that he was being stared at and looked up from his breakfast and asked, "What?"
"Nothing," everyone said at once and went back to their respective breakfasts. Jason glanced at them quizzically but soon ignored them and dug into his food.
When Dick finished his food he looked up at Thomas.
"So I hear that you need some official looking papers and identification?" He asked.
"Yeah I would like to do something outside of this place." Thomas answered.
"Well in that case you are coming with me and Bruce to visit my lovely wife. She can get you the papers you need and anything else you'd like." Thomas smiled at that.
"Thank-you Dick," Thomas said honestly, which earned him a beaming smile from the younger man.
"No problem at all. Why don't you go get changed and we can head out." Thomas and Bruce nod and get out of their seats to leave and get changed.
Once they left Dick turns to Cassandra. "Are you sure you don't want to come with us?"
Cassandra shakes her head before she answers, "Can't. Need to research a case. Need his help." She jerks a thumb at Jason who jerks his head up, a piece of bacon hanging between his lips.
Dick nods in understanding and gets up to leave. "Just try to visit later, Babs would love to see you."
Cassandra smiles and nod's before her brother leaves. Cassandra also gets up to leave, but just before she heads to the cave through the pantry entrance she slides a compact mirror to Jason.
He looks quizzically at the object but before he can ask why, she is gone.
Dick walks out to the foyer and meets Bruce and Thomas. They are both dressed in slacks, dress shirts and blazers.
When he sees the two men standing next to each other he can see the familial resemblance easily.
'Like father, like son,' He thinks.
"Ready to go," Dick asks the two men, who nod. "Then let's go."
Before they open the door Bruce asks, "I wonder how long before Jason notices…"
He doesn't get to finish his question as a loud and angry bellow reverberates throughout the manor.
"THAT LITTLE MOTHERFUCKER!"
"That's how long. Let's go." The three bid a hasty retreat away from Jason's wrath.
To be continued….
A/N Bit of a funny one but when including Dick Grayson you have to be a bit light-hearted. We all know that Bruce isn't the type of person to talk about his feelings outright so I'm trying to have that present in the character. Again sorry for the wait but things got a bit crazy at home.
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