Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or DC. They belong to their respective owners.
Edited: 2/20/2019
"Instead of going with the original plan of holding it at Wayne Enterprises, I think it'd be more convenient if, instead, during the school day." Bruce said as he drummed two fingers on the wood of the table. "We could sponsor campuses all over Gotham, so everyone has the opportunity to be part of this huge project."
Shippo was taking a sip of his green tea when he set it down quickly, eyes growing wide with excitement. "Not only does it make it less work for college students, but it raises more awareness about the cause! Bruce-san, that's brilliant!"
"I'd reckon you've heard about the art project around — boys?" It was at that time, Bruce wanted to bury his face in his palms out of embarrassment. His neck began to flush red.
Next to him, his sons were competing in a heated game of rock, paper, scissors. The loser was being forced to eat a spoonful of wasabi. Good lord. Said loser, his youngest son, was being manhandled by Jason, while Tim wickedly approached the boy with a huge dollop on the green substance on a spoon. The eldest brother hovered around the trio anxiously, most likely attempting to act as damage control.
If it didn't look bad enough, the artist fell into a fit of laughter.
Bruce groaned. "God, I'm so sorry. I'll stop—"
"No, no, no," Shippo exclaimed. "It's alright. Leave them be." He was regaining control of his breathing when he looked back over at the boy's and fell into another burst of laughter. "Good kami!"
Tim had successfully shoved the spoon into his brother's mouth and the boy's face twisted in all sort of ways that would've been humanly impossible. His eyes spoke of a promise of a painful death.
Bruce winced as he watched Damian swallow the green substance. While he knew his son wasn't bothered by the spice factor, the actual taste, however, was something left to be desired. He watched as his other sons began to howl in laughter and he shook his head. To think those four were former and current protégés of the Batman.
"Shippo?"
The laughter stopped and every occupant in the room turned to find the source of the voice. Every pair of eyes went wide. Kagome was standing rigid at the double sliding doors of the room. It didn't go unnoticed that she was standing awfully close to the famous business tycoon, Sesshomaru Taisho. The Waynes, more so the head, gaped at the sight.
At the call of his name, the artist stood up unable to believe his eyes. "Kagome?" He asked hesitantly.
The girl nodded. Tears began pricking her eyes as she brought both her hands to her lips. She gasped in disbelief. Her kit! Her kit was here! The kitsune who had grown up for the past five hundred years dashed for the miko and brought her into a tight embrace. He buried his nose into the side of her head. He missed the delightful scent of fresh berries and her soft, lulling aura. Feeling like a kit again, Shippo felt his eyes sting with nostalgia. "Mama, I missed you." He choked out.
"I missed you too, honey." She sniffed. She reluctantly pulled away from her son and cradled his face in her hands. The miko giggled when he nuzzled into her palms. "Ma, ma. My little kit's a full grown youkai now." She looked at her son with such tender eyes. "Look how big you've gotten."
She squeaked when there was a sudden poof of air in front of her. Kagome felt a sudden weight on her chest and, on instinct, her hands grabbed at it. The mist began to dissipate and the woman found herself staring at a very small Shippo, fluffy tail and all. She cradled the small body to her chest. "I can be small again if you wanna." He piped up.
Meanwhile, the Waynes were not feeling as joyous, for a lack of a better word. Jason elbowed Tim in his side, grabbing the younger boy's attention. As he winced in pain, Jason whispered to him, "I say we threaten them. I brought my gun."
Tim went wide-eyed and turned to the former Robin. "Jay, are you nuts?" He hissed. "We don't know what we're up against."
"They're not likely to use Kags as bait." He muttered, fishing his pockets for his gun, which he knew he brought. "By the looks of it, they don't wanna do anything to upset her either. Ergo, they can't touch us."
"We are not the only ones of supernatural origin in this restaurant." A baritone voice boomed.
Jason looked up to find a pair of golden eyes glaring down at him. Ticked off, Jason also rose to his feet. "Nothing I haven't been up against." He growled.
"Jason, what the-" The younger boy rose to his feet and bowed to the silver-haired male. "My apologies, Taisho-san. Please forgive my brother. He's stupid and doesn't know what he's saying."
"Oi!"
"Shut your trap, Jason." Tim hissed between his teeth, still bowing.
"Ne, ne, onii-san." Kagome spoke up, as Shippo jumped out of her embrace and transformed back into his original form. "What're you? A child?" She berated the taiyoukai. "Don't pick a fight with my brothers."
"Kagome," Bruce stepped forward. "How do you know these men?" He inquired, warily watching Sesshomaru and Shippo. Just what the hell was going on? What was her connection to these two powerful men and how did this slip right under his nose?
Kagome went bashful and scratched her cheek with her forefinger. "It's a long story, papa." The miko jumped slightly when she felt two arms wrap around her waist. "Damian?" The small boy glared right on at the artist, who almost insulted by the boy and glared back. If it weren't for his threatening gaze, the miko could almost swear the youngest Wayne was pouting. She smiled down at him and patted his head affectionately. How adorable.
"Yeah, you guys seemed really close earlier," Dick commented as he cocked his head curiously at the artist and folded his arms. He got flustered when the artist turned to him and flashed a toothy grin while winking. Where those fangs?
"Don't worry, papa," Kagome assured gently. "These people are family."