Damian woke up at seven fourteen. Not because of an alarm nor was it because of a noise, it was because the two little monsters on his bed knocked him off. Grumbling he got up to get ready. After showering, dressing and checking in on a few things he woke Jason since Richard was still knocked out cold from yesterday.
Note to self-take them someone where to play all the time. It wore them out. Sadly not enough so he could sleep alone in his bed.
Taking the boy's hand he led him out of the room, still half asleep and had to help Jason into his bathroom so he could wash up. He was going to take away the video games from Jason's room today and put them away.
"I'm tired, I wanna go back to sleep…" Jason grumbled as he walked slowly out of the bathroom and nearly stumbled onto the floor. "It's too… early…"
"That is what happens when you stay up late playing you game box instead of going to sleep."
"I did sleep." Jason yawned sleepily. "After I was done playing my video game.
"Tt." Damian helped Jason down the stairs. "Let's go."
It took only an hour to find a place for Edward and another five moving him in. That man had way to many books, where did he even find time to read them. To make it worse Edward wanted a two bedroom because he wanted more books, so a large two bedroom with one room with several bookshelves later than Edward was all set an d ready to move in…
With one exception that wasn't going to fly.
"Nooo! He can live here with me!"
"No, he can't, Edward not please just hand Tim back to me so we can go home- Don't even think about it!"
Edward stopped inching towards the front door before sighing dramatically. "Alright… I can still see him, right?"
"Yes." Bruce agreed. "Now, give Tim to me."
Seeing that this wasn't going to happen Tim wiggled his way out of Edward's arms before walking over to Bruce and letting him pick him up. Waving bye Tim had to laugh a bit at the kicked puppy dog look but once they were in the car he yawned.
"Tired?"
"Yes." Tim blinked. "Don't know why. I remember my life… well, except for the time you left Damian to take care of us… Why did you leave Damian to take care of us?!"
"I had no choice. Absolutely no choice." Bruce looked back at him through the mirror. "How about after you get turned back normal we'll do something?"
"…Anything I want to do…?" Tim asked with big eyes. "Please?"
"You know despite what everyone says only you can make those puppy dogs eyes work at at any age."
Laughing Tim reached over to tap the Batman plushie to his arm. "Can we go to the Tech Convention?"
"Sure. Just don't wear that shirt you wore last time we went."
"My Superboy T-shirt."
"Yes." Bruce grumbled. "I don't understand why you wear it."
"It's only a shirt." Tim sat back. "It not like it means anything."
"Hm."
"What?" Tim frowned "It's just a shirt, why is everyone so hung up on my pajamas?"
"No, I was just thinking of what Damian would do if he saw you this small and in those pajamas."
"He'd probably throw a fit… Bruce, I need mini Superboy Pajamas."
"I had to open my mouth." Bruce mumbled but then he had to smile just a bit as he heard Tim small giggling. "Alright, let's go."
Jason was asleep when they made it to the restaurant. He grumbled as he was woken up but after getting inside he found out they had chili dogs. After that Jason was bouncing in his seat and eagerly ordered four chili dogs.
Damian had seen the older version of Jason Todd's love of chili dogs but this miniature version of pure love for food was something else entirely.
Damian couldn't eat nor stop staring at Jason devouring the chili dogs. Damian was sure he had fed them… he had fed them enough right?! Yes, he had made sure and when they wanted a snack or something he was sure to give it to them.
"Jason… I don't think they'll run out of your… food choices." Damian sat back putting his fork down and crossed his arms. "At least pause for some water."
"Can I have soda?" Jason somehow asked still chewing away. "Please?"
"I… guess. You servant," Damian called over a waiter who gave him a look. "My brother requires a… a…"
"A soda." Jason grinned his face messy. "A coke please and forgive his Majesty, he's not from here and whoa, Damian, have you've ever had a Soda?"
"No." Damian frowned deeply. "I've managed to avoid that with Richard, Colin, and that little damn fool Match Malone."
"You know that Malones?" Jason frowned.
"Ah, that's right you don't remember."
"I remember Freddie and Rojo, Matches Malone's sons."
"He has two more now."
"What?! When did that happen?!" Jason looked up some chili falling off his chin. "Does Bruce know?"
"He knows and they are his sons one is a biological son. Alvin and the most evil little monster albino in the world named Match Malone."
Suddenly someone plopped down next to Damian dressed all in white. "I thought I heard someone say the name Malone. So, what's shaking my Dark Knight in Shadowing Armor?"
Jason watched as Damian smacked his head on the table muttering words. "Whoa and Bruce says I have colorful words!"
"Oh kid," Match grinned at him lazy. "You have no idea… wait a minute, who are you?"
"I'm Jason-"
"NO!" Damian yelled too late his arm outstretched before he froze and looked at Match. "Do not even…"
"Oh my god… you shrank him?!"
"What?! No, and the others are the same!"
"You turned them into little kids?!" Match looked shocked. "I knew you had issues with them but this! This?! Are you that jealous?!"
"Stop putting words into my mouth!" Damian grabbed Match by his elbow. "A word!"
Match glanced back as they walked before smirking. "Forgetting someone?"
"Don't you move, Jason!"
"Yeah, yeah!"
Once they were a little ways off Jason grabbed his third chili dog and his soda that was put down and hurried over to the window to see what was going on. He spotted the Hero and the Mobster bickering and soon it turned out into a yelling fight.
Damian was yelling something and Match was pointing at him and stabbing him in the chest with his finger and yelling something about 'Big headed and selfish' and Damian yelling that Match was 'Insane albino and something about wearing to little clothes'.
Jason watched until Match grabbed someone's drink and splashed it onto Damian before laughing and taking off. Jason was sure that Damian was going to go after him if he hadn't noticed Jason watching him. Damian let out a frustrated yell and threatened Match before going back into the restaurant and grabbing a napkin.
"He likes you." Jason smirked at him.
"He likes to irritate me." Damian wiped his face. "Just wait until later and he'll regret it. Now eat your ... food, so we can leave."
"Where are we going?"
"I had a few things planned out." Damian said taking out a paper. "Although I had to ask help from Colin, everything came out alright."
"Lemme see," Jason reached over to take the paper. "Rock climbing! Yes! Come on, let's go!"
Damian watched as Jason gripped onto the side of the wall pulling himself up easily. Within minutes Jason had completed the intermediate course all while onlookers walking around like a fools trying to catch the boy should he fall.
When they wouldn't let Jason climbed without the proper climbing equipment, Damian had used one of his father's old technique. Damian simply bought the place. It wasn't as if it was impossible to buy just taken a half hour to draw up all the papers and give the check to the owners.
After all a good ten million would keep them happy for a long time and as for the people in the store he hadn't bothered kicking them out because Damian found their worry amusing. As bad as it seemed to be like that it was enjoyable.
"Damian, watch!"
Looking up Damian watched as Jason leaped from on side of the rock wall to another easily. The people standing on the floor gasp and cried out looking horrified. However Damian nodded his approval and Jason grinned before climbing higher until he reached the top and touched the buzzard.
After that the second Robin quickly climbed down before doing back flip. "Did you see that?"
"Yes." Damian nodded. "Impressive."
"Hey, can we go go-kart racing?"
"What?"
Bruce had just finished helping Tim slip on the Superboy pajamas on when the door slammed open with Jason running in laughing at the top of his lungs racing towards the kitchen calling to Alfred to see his trophy. Where did he get that?
Standing up Bruce was going to see about it when Damian came in looking like his clothes had been set on fire before being put out and set on fire again. He was leaning against the wall taking in deep breathes before standing up dusted off his singed clothes.
"Good evening Damian."
"Father." Damian said simply before starting to go up the stairs before pausing. "I am never going to go-kart race again."
"Ah, I see you let Jason drive." Brue smirked. "He's a little road devil isn't he."
"Exactly- What is he wearing?"
Tim looked down at his pajamas before looking up at Damian. "Don't you like them?"
"No. Take them off!"
"No."
"Now, Drake!"
"No." Tim turned to toddle off into the next room when he paused. "Wait… what's that?"
"What's what?" Bruce asked walking over with Damian with him. "That's just an old trunk, Tim."
For a minute Damian was confused than he remembered that he had thrown Drake in there after hitting the poor childand his eyes widened when Tim suddenly turned on his little blue eyes glaring at him with tears before the little robin rushed up to him and kicked him as hard as he could right between the legs.
"You're such a demon, Damian!"
Brue watched as Da Damian main went down and Tim took off before he sighed. "Do I want to know?"
"N-no…" Damian main gasped out plopping onto his side. "He c-can hit hard fo-for a small c-child…"
"I have this feeling you deserved this."
A nod was the answer.
To jada121: I like them working together and I think they would be really good friends if they worked together a few times. I really think that Edward needs something to focus on like in the issues he's a private detective and he I would like him to being among people.
To grandshadowseal: Poor rich Bruce Wayne, lol, he had to much to worry about.
To Nightingale1692: It strange that when they do that one never senses them until one is hit and than there's this moment of "WHAT…?"
To fan girl 666: Thank you 8D
To PrettyKitty-Luvs-U: He's hugablly cute isn't he? 8D I wish he was real. I would be stalking him on the news, shows, online, everything. I have no shame for my love for Tim. None.
To CrossfireBullet: Life just love to bug him is all, lol!