Okay, haven't done one of these in over a week, and someone asked for a whole cast one, so I just made this today. Had the idea for a while though and it becomes something kinda important later but oh well. Been working on the 'Sacrifice' arc I keep tempting people with and figuring out what to put up as build up for it, and on a story I put on my poll but no one seems to want me writing yet. =/ Too bad it's so freakin' interesting. So sorry to all my readers that's been wanting more material! Thinking cap isn't really on when certain stories are involved *coughfixingdamiancough*.

Dick-15 Jason-12 Cass-10 Tim-8 Damian-2

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It started with one of Jason's nightmares. Bruce was still awake at the time thankfully and just coming upstairs after walking Wonder Woman through disarming a bomb in Washington. One scream was all he needed to hear to run into the boy's room. Quickly he wrapped his arms around his traumatized son and started to rock him in hopes to calm him. It took a few minutes of gentle murmurs and stifled cries, but Jason started to calm down.

"Don't bury me," he begged, his mind still in his dreams. "Don't leave me alone like this."

"I'm not leaving you Jason," his father reassured him, resting his chin on the lad's head. "You're safe here. You're safe."

As the boy's body started to relax against his, Bruce felt he could sleep through the rest of the night without him. Jason though felt otherwise. Keeping his fists tight on his father's shirt and moaning a bit in his half-awake state, the man was forbidden from leaving him. "Jason…"

"Don't go," came his small voice, barely understandable against his shirt.

"I have to—"

"No! You promised!" He looked up to him with bleary, tear filled eyes, starting to tremble again. The man just looked into them, remembering the words he said just minutes ago. Jason had him there. But Bruce couldn't possibly stay in that bed the entire night.

Only one option. "Alright. Hold on chum." Swiftly he swooped an arm under the boy's legs, carrying him and whatever dragging pieces of his blankets pinned against them, out of the room. The bed there wasn't large enough for both of them and who knew who else would be looking for him in the morning. Only option? The master bedroom and its California King sized bed.

Jason didn't complain about being carried over to his father's bedroom, or when the warm blankets finally fell off and away from him in the hallway. Knowing his dad wasn't leaving him for a moment was enough and so he just nestled into his arms further, drifting back off into slumber. Bruce anticipated having a hard time opening his door, but it turned out to be ajar.

"What the…" Carefully he peaked inside, eyeing the room suspiciously to see if anything was out of place. Nothing as of yet, but there were unknown entities on his bed. Noiselessly he pushed the door open further to get a better look. An extra pair of slippers, small slippers, were at the edge of the bed. Coming closer he could identify what, or rather who, was in his bed.

Bruce rolled his eyes, shaking his head bemused. On either edge of his bed were Cassandra and Tim, both sound asleep and curled up in the blankets like cats. Well Tim looked more like a cat than Cass, but that was because his sweaty hair was sticking up near his ears.

'Must have had nightmares,' he figured and proceeded to set a limp Jason down next to his sister. She didn't move near as often as Tim did, and she didn't snuggle near as much as the boys did either. Stretching his back, the man tried to figure out how to get into his bed safely without alerting any of them. Wasn't going to be easy. Course there was always Dick's old route from when he was little.

"About time you popped up." Bruce jerked around to the whispering behind him. Dick stood just inside the doorway carrying a sleepy Damian. He looked a little frazzled. "Dami went after me when he couldn't find you. Finally got him to calm down."

The man gave a heavy sigh before taking his youngest out of his oldest's arms, relieving him of the burden. "Thanks."

"Hm." The teenager smiled a little then looked over to the bed, raising an eyebrow. "Wow… Everyone's here."

"Hm." He looked back to the others, seeing a large bed not being as big as he thought anymore. Getting in it himself was still going to be a problem.

"Last time we let Jason have complete control over the movie."

Bruce slowly turned his head to face him, donning frustration entering his face. "What?"

Dick gave a sheepish grin. "We were being nice. Letting him pick the movie, no holds barred. Ended up being a zombie flick. I… don't think Timmy actually made it to his bed. Cass might have. Dami had passed out half way through it and I thought he'd be fine but…"

Seeing the man's disapproval, he cringed back. "Bad idea?"

"Very." He shook his head, looking back to the bed. Looked like the direct route would have to do. "No horror movies where everyone can see them from now on."

He made his way to the front edge of the bed, glad the backboard was almost the same height of the mattress. Carefully he propped a knee over it and climbed in between the boys already there, a large enough gap there waiting for him. Scooting forward best he could without anyone there, he made for the pillows at the other end and the opening where the sheets were.

Moving like this and carrying a sleeping toddler proved more difficult than he imagined, and must have looked ridiculous. Dick was smothering snickers as he watched. Bruce shot him an annoyed glare as he made it to his destination. The teen just batted his eyes innocently in response. The man shook his head, internally groaning in exasperation. "Go get some sleep Dick."

"'Kay," he shrugged, turning to the door. Satisfied, Bruce placed Damian temporarily on the pillows so he could readjust the blankets to cover Jason, himself and the babe. Just as he managed to get himself under and started putting Damian in place on top of him, he felt tugging on Tim's end. Jerking his eyes up, he gaped as Dick tucked himself in on the kid's opposite side.

"Dick!" came his harsh whisper.

Their eyes locked onto each other, the younger raising an eyebrow. "What? You honestly think I'm gonna miss this?"

Bruce continued to gape at him as he gave his winning smile and went back to snuggling under the covers. One of the teen's arms went across his younger brother next to him, which received a response quite quickly, with Tim switching sides and unconsciously seeking his brother's warmth. It won a smile from both of those awake, so the man relented and just settled down to sleep at last. Damian rested across his chest, drooling a little on his father's shoulder while Jason shifted closer to the massive amount of body heat next to him. Cass even shifted, coming closer to the center of the bed to have some of that warmth they were all seeking. It was quite a sight to see.

"G'night Bruce," Dick murmured as he started to drift off, holding Tim just a little closer.

"Night Dick." As everyone's breathing evened out, only one thought came to the man's head. 'I need to get a bigger bed.'

A/N: =P Bruce's bed gets crowded way too easily. Is there anything bigger than a California King? and can that fit one large adult, a couple growing teens, two elementry kids and a toddler? Then there's the weight factor... Oh, Jason got to control the movie because this was just after DITF/LPFD. Trying to prove he was tough kinda backfired.

Any other short ideas you want before I go back to build up? I wanna finish writing 'Sacrifice' before posting any of it and the build up is pretty important in my book. Not always pleasant, but needed. Can be Pre-Dami, in between arc chapters, any of it. I do have a lot of ideas, but with the build up and everything else, it's kinda all on back burner. Prompting can get it back out though. Think about it.