Oops
Dick squinted his eyes behind his sunglasses. As recommended, Dick and his brothers had gone to the optometrist for their yearly appointment. They were warned beforehand by the doctor that he was going to dilate their pupils, and therefore, Dick wouldn't be able to drive.
Normally, this would not be an issue. Alfred would be undoubtedly more than willing to pick them up. Unfortunately, Alfred had taken time off to visit family in the motherland. So that left Dick with no choice. Ask Bruce to pick them up after their appointment.
Apparently, their definition of pick us up at four p.m. was different. Dick didn't know how, but Bruce was obviously in a different time zone where it was only three p.m. That or he had simply forgotten his four sons. And Dick refused to believe that was true. Even with all the evidence pointing to the contrary.
Turning to his brothers, Dick sighed and offered them a weak smile. "Guess we need to find our own way home. Good thing we have money."
Jason scoffed. "Just like the Old Man to forget us, but I can't believe he forgot about his Golden Boy."
Dick scowled. "I'm just as mad as you are Jason. But there's no reason to lash out at us. Bruce makes his own decisions and therefore his own mistakes."
Seeing that all three of his brothers seemed to grudgingly agree with him, Dick smiled. "So...are we going home or what? We can always camp out in one of our rooms with a 'No Bruce Allowed' sign on the door."
Jason smirked. "Doesn't Bruce's room have a mini fridge? What if we order enough food for the week and stash it in there. Then we buy a bunch of junk food and drinks and bring it in there too. We can grab our stuff from our rooms and the unhackable door lock from the Batcave. Bruce will come home, go to his room and find us all camped out there with no way to get in or to get us out."
Tim frowned. "Isn't that kind of petty? I mean all he did was forget to pick us up."
Damian scoffed. "While it may be permissible for father to forget you Drake, I am his blood son and should be his utmost priority."
Before Damian and Tim could start fighting again (with Jason almost certainly egging them on), Dick said, "While I normally wouldn't mind, I did set up three alarms on his phone, a reminder from his secretary, and a sticky-note on his desktop. There's no way he simply didn't remember. I say we go with Jason's plan and barricade ourselves in his room with enough food to last us a week. If we run out, we can always ask Clark to bring us some through the window."
Tim nodded hesitantly. "Okay. So, let's find a cab and go to the store."
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As soon as they got home, Dick rushed the food they bought, along with everything he could find in the kitchen into Bruce's room. He then rushed to his room and packed a bag full of clothes, his toothbrush, and plenty of fresh underwear.
Tossing his bag into Bruce's room, he went to check on his brothers. Seeing that they were almost done packing, Dick went to get the necessary supplies from the Batcave. Seeing Tim's laptop, Dick grabbed it, and bounded back up the stairs.
Exploding into his brother's room he declared, "Make sure you bring entertainment. We are camping out in his room for a week." Turning to Damian, Dick smirked. "Make sure you bring your markers."
Leaving his brothers, Dick absently noted that all of them had matching evil smirks on their faces and that could not bode well for Bruce. In fact, it pretty much predicted that the man was doomed.
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Bruce came home and tiredly through his briefcase on the ground. He briefly wondered why Dick hadn't appeared yet to give him a hug, but decided that he was way too tired to handle his organs being bruised.
It was strange, Bruce decided. None of the boys had come to visit him in the office today. Normally, each of them popped into his office at least once, but today it was radio silence. Deciding that he would change into comfortable clothes before searching out his sons, Bruce bounded up the stairs to his room.
There, he met a peculiar sight. All his clothes were in a pile outside his door. Looking up, he noticed that someone, most likely Jason, had tagged the door with graffiti to say 'No Assdults Allowed!'
Breathing deeply a few times to regain a semblance of composure, Bruce knocked on the door. "Boys. Whatever prank your pulling isn't funny."
Instead of answering, a note was shoved under the door. Sighing at their childish behavior, Bruce read their note.
GO AWAY ASSDULT! WE HAVE ENOUGH SUPPLIES IN HERE TO SURVIVE UNTIL ALFRED THE GREAT COMES HOME. IN CASE OF EMERGENCY WE WILL CALL CLARK OR BASICALLY ANYONE BUT YOU! IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED, WE ARE MAD AT YOU!
LOVE,
DICK, TIM, JASON, AND DAMIAN
P.S. JASON WISHES TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU'RE AN ASS.
P.P.S. WE ALL AGREE WITH HIM.
Bruce blinked and reread the note. What in the world had he done to piss them off so much? More importantly, how was he supposed to get in his room? Briefly he debated if it was possible that this was just a practical joke. But Dick would never go as far as to call him an ass.
Deciding to take the hint from the note, Bruce dialed Alfred. Even if the boys hadn't called him, the man would surely know why the boys were mad at him. He was Alfred the Great after all.
The three minutes it took Alfred to pick up were the longest in his life. He spent the time alternating between tapping his foot and drumming his fingers on the staircase banister. When Alfred answered, Bruce tried his hardest to sound casual. "Hey Alfred. How's England?"
There was no response for a moment, and Bruce found himself fearing that Alfred had been disconnected. "Good evening Master Bruce. May I presume that you are calling for reasons other than small pleasantries?"
The man was obviously a psychic. "The boys are mad at me."
"Were you late picking them up from the doctor?"
"What doctor? They had an appointment today?"
Alfred sighed audibly. "Master Bruce, you didn't forget to pick your sons up did you? After all the reminders Master Dick wrote to be sure you didn't accidently forget?"
It was Bruce's turn to sigh. Apparently he wasn't nearly as good of a father as he liked to think. Muttering a quick goodbye to Alfred, Bruce went back to his bedroom door. Knocking quietly, he leaned against the door. "You're right Jason. I am an assdult, and more importantly, I am an ass. You guys have every right to be upset, in fact I'd be worried if you weren't."
Receiving no verbal reply, Bruce sank down at sat down. "I wouldn't want to talk to me either. Can you send me a sign that you're all alive in there?"
Bruce waited for a moment but there was no response. Closing his eyes, he debated whether or not he should ask Clark to check on them. Just as he was about to make the call, a text came in with a photo of a bunch of junk food lying on his carpet.
Dick: We good
Bruce: I'm so sorry
Jason: Shut your face asshole
Damian: While Todd is quite crude, the sentiment is correct.
Dick: I reminded you!
Bruce: I'm an idiot
Dick: I reminded you so many times
Jason: To be fair, none of us listen to you when you start rambling
Dick: D':
Bruce: I'll work on it
Bruce received no reply. Deciding that the best course of action was obviously to stay put, Bruce made himself comfortable using his own clothes as pillows. It was not long before he fell asleep.
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Dick gnawed on his lip nervously. Finally, he burst out, "Are we sure that we have to be mad at him for a week? I mean it's kinda boring in here and we already drew on his walls."
True to Dick's words, the walls were covered in drawings. Damian had drawn cats, Tim had drawn computers and coffee, Jason had drawn guns and explosions, and Dick had drawn elephants and clowns. Bruce's bland walls had been turned into a work of art, although some of their drawings were more abstract than others.
Jason scowled. "I should have known that you weren't in it for the long run. You're such a daddy's boy Dickhead"
Tim stepped in as the mediator. "Why don't we take a vote? I mean we already made a mess of Bruce's room, and I don't think we'll piss him off by staying in here."
Damian sniffed. "For once, I agree with Drake. Father sounded more sad than anything. It was like listening to a less pathetic version of Grayson."
Dick wasn't sure whether or not to be offended. Deciding that it was probably best he didn't know, he clapped his hands once and said, "All in favor of staying in here?" Nobody raised their hands. Deciding to finish the vote properly and not just assume that they wanted to leave, Dick said, "All in favor of leaving?"
Much to Dick's surprise, everyone (even Jason) voted to leave. Normally there would have been at least one person who voted the other way just to be contrary. Giving each of them a smile, Dick unfolded himself and walked to the door. Undoing the lock, Dick almost tripped over Bruce.
Gesturing to his brothers frantically, Dick took out his phone and started snapping adorable photos of Bruce sleeping in a pile of his clothes. His brothers found the sight 'grudgingly cute' but were not as excited as he was. They did however, ask for the photos to be sent to them. Dick got the feeling that Jason was asking for them as blackmail photos instead of cute photos of his father.
Deciding that he had more than enough photos, Dick crouched down and curled up next to Bruce. To his surprise, his brothers joined them, and soon all five of them were asleep on the floor.
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Bruce woke up to a heavy mass on his chest. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Bruce lifted his head to find that Dick was sprawled on top of him. Next to him, Jason, Damian, and Tim were also fast asleep. Squirming slightly, Bruce adjusted himself so that Dick was lying next to him and not on top of him. The young man still managed to keep a death grip on his arm however. Bruce sighed. Dick was never going to outgrow the cuddly octopus in his sleep faze. Not that he ever wanted him to.
It wasn't until later that Bruce discovered the absolute mess the boys had made of his room. There were broken chips all over his carpet, the murals on his walls, not to mention the fact that someone had taken all his clothes off their hangers and out of their drawers in order to spread them all over the room. He wasn't sure whether to laugh or yell when he saw that the ceiling fan was covered in his underwear.
None of them had really felt like cleaning, so they moved some of Bruce's stuff into a spare bedroom and then spent the whole day watching movies in the den. Between that, work, school, and defending Gotham, all five of them forgot to clean the master bedroom.
Unfortunately, Alfred hadn't forgotten. As soon as he came home and saw the mess, he grounded everyone from their night lives until the room was spotless. After seeing what Bruce considered to be spotless, Alfred took over, mumbling about men in their forties not knowing the definition of clean.
Bruce had shrugged, clearly not offended and herded them all out of his room and into the Batcave. Apparently, Bruce had some experience getting out of being grounded. Which is how the Bat Clan ended up sitting on top of the Wayne Corp building laughing and interacting in a way that made it impossible to tell that they had divided earlier that week.
Dick smiled to himself. That was their true skill. No matter what happenedã…¡replacement, death, coming back to lifeã…¡they alway forgave each other. And that within itself was a miracle.
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A/N: So I basically wrote this before people started sending me their requests...but anyways if you couldn't tell this is the one about Bruce forgetting them somewhere. Bruce and Dick fighting will be a different story.
I'm not really sure what I'll be doing next, but I'm debating between:
Bruce and Dick fighting
Watergun battle turns into 'Bad Damian'
Damian's first crush
Assassins want Dick
Let me know your preference out of these prompts. Of course you are also more than welcome to submit your own new ideas!
Thanks to the people who have reviewed, and those who are taking the time to review right now!