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Blake watched the family for a few seconds before, clicking his teeth and flicking his tail, beginning to walk closer to them. He adjusted his hold on Dick to make his line of sight be directed at the Bat family.

The boys noticeably leaned forward slightly, Bruce and Alfred both shifting slightly, Dick trying to squirm away. He gently tapped Dick on the arm to get him to stop, he wanted to try something before he fully freaks out.

"Eh, you…", Blake called out, nodding once, curtly at Jason, signaling him to come closer. "Closer, closer. Here."

Blake proceeded to drop Dick into Jason's open arms, watching the lazarus revived man deal with the half-dead child.

Jason took his surrogate older-younger brother into his arms, for what seemed the first time since they brought him home. This was actually the first time he held him at all like this. He didn't know what to think about that sentiment.

It was strange, for the few seconds that the silence between he and the infant lasted, he had several thoughts rushing through his skull. Some more sadistic than others.

He could easily crush him in his hands right now, it's be so easy and quick, just like that.

He didn't humor the thought for more than a moment, blaming the idea on his period of temporary insanity from the pit. Jason frowned, turning Dick around to look at him, big blue eye staring back at him.

The golden boy, the boy wonder, Richard "Dick" Grayson, Jason thought, the dark thoughts creeping back up again. He shoved them back down violently, a jealous, guilty spike stabbing at his chest.

Seeing Dick favored all throughout his stay at the manor, even when Bruce was mad at him, was infuriating. Actively watching him being mourned, while he never knew such sympathy or grief at his own death, enraged him.

Learning he got a new start with people who seemed to care about him, with people who had no foreseeable ulterior motive…

Seeing him now….

Jason was ripped from thought as whimpering noises began to sound out from the baby in his hold, Dick who had a shining of tears filling his eyes. Jason's eyes widened before shutting tightly, as he held his arms out waiting for the shrieking to commence.

But…

"Hey, no. None of that now. You're killing me here, bud."

Jason opened his eyes and looked back to see Blake talking to the baby with a straight face, and wagging a finger at him. Surprisingly to them, Dick didn't start crying right away yet, instead watching Blake with a distressed expression.

Jason watched with disgruntlement as Dick started to stretch his arms out to Blake, making grabby hands at him while whimpering. He saw the reaper give out a tired and sigh, rolling his eyes before picking the baby up, and whimpering being replaced by happy gurgles.

"Uh, sorry about that, just wanted to test something", the reaper offered as an explanation for the debacle, earning a scoff from Damian. Jason shot a short glare at the kid, silently threatening him to keep his mouth shut, something he didn't do.

"We aren't your lab rats to pull tests on", Damian snapped at Blake, making the horned reaper turn to address him directly with a sharp turn of his neck. He felt Tim wince, of course, he was wary of their "visitors".

Blake feigns a thoughtful look, smiling slightly, watching the reactions of the family as he exaggerates his motions.

"No, I suppose not. A rat with wings is called a bat, not a rat.", Blake said with a cheeky smile, smirking as he heard a quiet protest from the kid with "it's Robin".

"Alright, enough of that and steamrolling forward, we have to get the kid ready for the gala", Blake said with pep in his step as he began to ascend the stairs, but hearing no one following him he turned around, looking at 'Dick's brothers'.

"By 'we', I mean this kid's brothers, c'mon! You don't think i'll do it all myself do you?", Blake said as he flicked his wrist, motioning for the bat brothers to follow him up the stairs.

Begrudgingly and in hesitance, Damian, Jason and Tim all follow up the stairs with the reaper, baby in arms.

Bruce stays standing at the bottom of the stairs, Alfred with him. They say nothing as the watch the group disappear as the reach the next floor, Bruce sighs as he looks away from the stairs, looking off somewhere else. Anywhere.

"I'll- I'm going to get ready for the gala", Bruce says as he walks off, Alfred nodding at him, saying nothing. Lingering in thought for a second longer, shooting one last look up the stairs, before walking back to the kitchen. The pot whistles.

~8~

Blake whistles a happy little Christmas tune, Jingle bells, as he puts a small tuxedo design footie on Dick. The toddler laughs up at the horned man, clapping his hands as Blake twirls the tune on his lips, sounding like a tweeting bird.

Tim watched them silently, watching the pleasant, happy interactions between the two, as if they'd been siblings forever. He felt a pang of disbelief at how natural their interaction between the two seemed to be, as if they were a true family, but that couldn't be.

They'de known Dick for years, by default at least, but now they came in last place on that list. Tim gripped his arms, Dick couldn't even be held by one of them without bursting into scared wails, thrashing to get away sometimes.

That hurt even more than having Dick completely forgotten about them. That he was afraid of them.

"You know, I had a brother once…"

Tim snapped his gaze back up to Blake, who held the toddler up in the air, happy squeals ripping from Dick. The reaper kept talking with his back turned to them.

"Well, he wasn't really my sibling. He was close to it thought, the little pest…", he said with a fond twist in his words. Blake turned slightly, arms drooping slightly as he did, addressing them. "Bad shit happened, never got to see him again. He was a good kid, annoying, but… he was a good kid. Better than me…"

Jason's shoulders stiffened a bit at the implication, his gaze dropped to the floor and brow furrowed. He didn't want to really want to think about any of this, not now, not ever. None of this was supposed to happen, but then it did.

He'd been pissed that he'd grieved over the fucker.

No one grieved over Jason. Not really, they were all too focused on themselves to pay him mind, to give a fuck that he wasn't coming back.

Now, when he'd actually died and been brought back, he'd thought maybe there'd be a chance to… Fuck, he didn't know. Make things right? But he couldn't even do that.

Now history repeats.

"Family, if you haven't noticed means a whole-lot to me. History… could be better.", Blake said as he walked up to Damian, and dropped the toddler into his arms, who began to squirm in the surprised vigilantes arms.

"Which is why i'm giving you a chance to do right this time", Blake said as he leaned back and watched Damian struggle to hold Dick. Damian's brow furrowed as his surrogate brother began to kick his legs to get away from him, making it harder and harder to keep a grip on him.

"Grayson! Quit squirming!", Damian bellowed out as the blows landed on his chest. They didn't hurt, but did make him much more aggravated to be kicked repeatedly and having to just take it. He couldn't hit a toddler.

Suddenly all the fight was out of Dick's body and he just went limp like a ragdoll, eyes wide and teary, big bubbly tears gathering at his eyes as he began to reach for Blake.

"Ehpepe! No! None of that, look at Damian. Not me", Blake reprimanded with a sharp flick of his finger to Dick, making the toddler's face fall, before scrunching up again, ready to cry.

Damian held him out, eyes shutting closed trying to mentally prepare himself for wailing, when he felt the toddler be pushed back against his chest.

"None of that either, don't let him push you away. Just like he never let you do the same", Blake said with a serious face, as he set Dick back into his cradling arms. "Don't mess this up, you have one chance. Don't waste it."

Damian looked up at Blake, before focusing his attention Back on Dick, scowling slightly as Dick began to scrunch his nose up in suppressed angry sobs. Dick reeled his tiny fist back before hitting Damian in a half-hearted attempt to get away. Damian wasn't having it.

"Tch. Grayson, you can't hit me enough to even knock the wind out of me. Relax", Damian said as he finally turned the toddler around to face him. Dick sniffed a few more times, before lifting his arms to make grabby hands at Damian. Damian's eyes widened a bit in confusion. He turned to Blake. "What does he want?"

Blake shrugged half-heartedly. "I don't know. Figure it out, your his brothers."

"A hug, maybe?", Tim soon provided as an alternative, an alternative that raised a few eyebrows around the room.

Damian grimaced a bit, not one for cuddling. But… he'd make one exception. Only this once.

So bringing Dick up to his shoulder to rest his head, he felt his brother snuggle into his neck, feeling his hands coming up to curl at the fabric of his shirt. For the first time, letting someone actually carry him snuggly around.

Jason and Tim leaned in as they watched Damian try, struggle, and succeed in calming Dick down. Their eyes widened, they couldn't believe it. Tim stepped forward, an excited smile on his face, he gently held his hands out to take his now-baby brother in hold, a gesture which Damian scowled at. He'd just gotten to hold him.

"Come on, I haven't gotten to carry him at all since he arrived!", Tim hissed out quietly, being careful not to disturb the peaceful toddler. Damian frowned even more, tightening his grip on his brother in arms, when a cough from Blake caught their attention, who motioned for Damian to give the kid over to Tim.

Damian clicked his teeth in disgruntlement, but gave the toddler up to Tim, but not before hissing to him, "You drop him, I murder you!"

Tim raised a brow, but soon brought Dick up to his eyes, finally getting a good look at him. Crystal clear blue eyes, just like he remembered them. A pixie nose, cute. Ebony hair, as always. And a happy, lethargic baby toothed smile, that was new.

It his Tim, that while he was analyzing his new-little-older brother, Dick had proceeded to play with his slightly spiky hair, smacking it with his palm as if trying to flatten it. Tim let out a low-laugh, watching his brother be so engrossed with his hair, getting caught a bit by surprise as their eyes met once more again.

Dick didn't start crying, hell, he didn't really do anything for a second, he just looked at him with his big blue eyes.

"Hello there, buddy?", Tim said hesitantly as he waited for a response, one he mostly likely wouldn't get. The most he'd ever heard from his brother was the word 'no'.

"Bud-dee!", Dick echoed out in a gleeful expression, seemingly oblivious to the word. But that still didn't stop Tim from beaming up at him.

"Yeah that's right, buddy!", Tim said as he finally brought Dick into a cradle position. It didn't last long though.

"Hey, pass him on~", Jason said teasingly as Tim rolled his eyes at him, Damian turning around along with Tim to watch the now-eldest, handle their little brother.

"Alright kid, don't burst my eardrums", Jason said as he adjusted his hold on Dick, who looked at him with wide eyes, looking at the elder with a glint of curiosity and… recognition. Jason blinked as the kid began to happily squeal, his mood going a full 180. To say the least, Jason was a bit bewildered.

Damian scowled, "Why's he so happy to see Todd?" He smirked before adding, "He's the ugliest out of us three."

Tim sniggered a bit as Jason sent them a glare, though it held no malice as soon enough, Dick began to smack his palms on Jason's face, taking the red hood's attention away from Tim.

Jason laughed along with Dick now, humoring the little guy as he began to relax his rigid hold on the kid. Even swinging his around a bit. To which the toddler seemed to enjoy, no longer fearful of who was holding him.

"Todd, your doing that 'airplane' procedure wrong. Let me show you how to do it correctly", Damian said as he held his arms out. Jason rolled his eyes at the kid, murmuring out a 'demon' or so, but again with no actual bite to it, handing him Dick, with a relaxed smile on his face.

Damian, with barely contained eagerness, began to sway Dick into the air, making slight 'swoosh sounds as he handled his little brother into the air. Dick laughed with such joy, Tim couldn't help himself from coming up to the toddler's side, tickling him mid-air. Lagheter ripped out of the little guy.

Jason soon came up the other side, tickling the kid too, as Damian held him up with a slight smile on his face, all three brothers making funny faces at the kid, cooing and babbling at him the random-silly taunt.

They barely noticed a certain reaper slipping out the room.

Blake smiled to himself as he heard the laughter still echoing from the room, as he went down the stairs, putting his hat back on to go downstairs. He may not be great with feelings, but he sure knew his stuff when it came to family. Judging by the happy laughter upstairs.

His job was done for now, he smiled to himself. A good nap was in order.

A/N- I'M SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! I really didn't mean it, I kinda got lazy and forgot about it, i'm sorry!

Anyways, I tried to make it longer this time, added the bat brothers for some spice, and what not. Blake's a bit of a cheeky bastard, but he means well.

Also, new Marvel movie. Endgame, is now out. SPOILER: Aquaman drowns at the end. (JK, that fooled like, so many people at my school)

Anyways, Bye bye for now. I won't get too lazy again, promise. Maybe.