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Leta: 14
Damian: 13
Stephanie: 16
Tim: 15

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The first time Leta sneaked out, Bruce couldn't even call it sneaking.

Leta had heavy footsteps. Or at least, heavy considering that she had gone through his training. Whether it was because of her Amazon upbringing or just something she had, he wasn't sure. But apparently, she knew better than to try to creep past him. No, she opted to march right up to him instead.

He could only stare at her as she squared her shoulders and looked him right in the eye. "Father," she greeted with a nod of her head. Her tone was an imitation of Diana's commanding one, he thought vaguely. Or maybe it was Hippolyta's. While the two were different in many ways, Diana had retained some of her mother's mannerisms.

Bruce simply nodded back. "Leta," he replied. He would have scolded her, but he wanted to see how she would handle the situation. "What are you up to at this hour of the night?"

His fourteen-year-old raised her chin. "I will be taking the transporters to Detroit," she announced. Her eyes narrowed as she struggled to keep a straight face.

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really?" They were supposed to be heading out on patrol soon, but that- apparently- wasn't on her agenda. He would have been annoyed if he wasn't so amused. "And what is the occasion?"

Leta's facade faltered as she peered up at him innocently. "Rex is back from camp," she admitted softly. "I wanted to be there to surprise him."

Internally, Bruce groaned. She and Rex Stewart had always been close, too close for his liking. Unlike most different-gender friendships, their relationship didn't seem to be dwindling as they grew older either. In fact, he had a feeling that they were closer than his daughter had let on. The worst part was, he couldn't even complain because Rex was the only one who could fully bring Leta out of her shell.

He sighed heavily. "You have until nine," he allowed. Damian would probably make jabs about how his sister wasn't as dedicated as him, but he would just ignore it. She followed every one of his orders without question, she could be a bit late for patrol. He wanted his children to have friends. He wished Damian would expand his circle outside of just Jon and Colin.

Leta beamed. "Thank you father," she exclaimed, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. She hurried down to the cave and he soon heard the Zeta-Beam whisk her away.

Bruce ran his fingers through his dark hair. It was nearly impossible for him to ever tell her no. He made a mental note to tell John and Shayera to make sure their son kept his hands to himself.

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Damian had only gone out because he was grounded.

Bruce watched with a raised eyebrow as the security around the manor stopped Damian from making it past the gate. His son reeled from the shock, falling flat onto his back. Bruce chose this time to make his presence known, stepping into the dim light. "Then you wonder why I can't trust you on the field," he drawled sarcastically. Why couldn't he listen as well as Leta?

Though, he knew that wasn't a fair comparison. Damian and Leta- despite coming from similar backgrounds- were very different children. Leta only listened to him out of obligation and- from his speculation- fear. Damian didn't listen for the sole purpose that he was being asked to resist his upbringing. Bruce couldn't fault him for that.

Though, that didn't make him any less frustrated.

Damian stood up, glowering at him. "That scum deserved it!" he insisted vehemently behind his domino mask. "Did you not hear the comments made toward my sister, your daughter?"

Bruce nearly winced at the reminder. As his children grew, there seemed to be more prying eyes, more attention to their physical features. The comments in question had ignited rage even in himself. So much so that he almost considered not stopping Redbird. It didn't stop on the streets either; he saw the wondering eyes of men toward Leta. He took notice at the stares of women that lingered on Damian for too long.

If he'd had his way, neither of them would have to deal with it.

"Leta is perfectly capable of handling herself," he responded slowly. His eyes narrowed at his son. "Those remarks didn't warrant you shattering his collarbone."

Honestly, Bruce had been surprised by the reaction. He didn't think that Damian and Leta were that close, yet one always had the other's back. No matter what it was, the two were nearly always on the same side. They argued, yes, but never so drastically that he or Alfred had to intervene.

Damian's jaw tightened. "He deserved worse," he snapped.

Bruce sighed heavily. "Tell you what," he began because how could he fault a brother for defending his sister? "You can go out tonight, provided that you wait for your sister and I."

His son's mouth formed a thin line, but he nodded anyway. "Fine," he agreed begrudgingly. "But I'm going alone tonight." He wouldn't have expected anything less.

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Bruce caught Stephanie and Tim creeping out the latter's window together.

"What do you two think you're doing?" he demanded, crossing his arms. They had all gotten back from patrol just two hours ago. Bruce wanted to slap his forehead; how did they even have the energy to sneak out? If he wasn't annoyed, he might have been amused at the sight of scrawny Tim being assisted by tiny Stephanie out of the window.

"Shit!" hissed Steph, nearly dropping the boy in her grasp. She quickly secured her hold on him, giving Bruce a large smile. "Hiya, Bruce!"

"Stephanie!" exclaimed Tim in a panic, flailing his tiny arms around. "Kind of hanging out of a window here!"

"Whoops!" exclaimed the blond. She hoisted the boy back into the room where he landed on the floor with a thud. "Sorry about that, Timmy!" To her credit, she kindly helped him to his feet.

Bruce looked between them both. "Do I want to know what you're up to?" he drawled. Tim was a shy, intelligent boy who never caused him any trouble. Unless, of course, he was with Stephanie. And that happened to be most of the time. The two of them were practically joined at the hip ever since Tim had confronted him and Leta a year ago. Stephanie, ever the mischievous one, despite missing a partner in crime in both Leta and Damian had no problem corrupting poor Tim.

Stephanie gave him a smile that was nothing short of deceptive. "Just a concert," she answered pleasantly.

He raised a doubtful eyebrow. "At three in the morning?"

She put her hands on her hips, cocking her head to the side. And damn it all if she wasn't everything he had wished Leta to be: stubborn and free-spirited and boundlessly confident. It was hard to believe that the young woman in front of him hadn't come from Diana. "Yes, Bruce, at three in the morning," she answered. Sometimes, it was easy to forget that she had grown up in the Narrows. "Don't you know that's when Gotham is alive?"

It was also when the criminals came out to play.

Bruce narrowed his eyes at them. "No," he decided.

Steph glared up at him, her pale blue eyes ignited with irritation. "Why not?" she demanded. "We're Batgirl and Robin, what could happen?"

Oh, a lot. He had never shared with either of the children how much of an ordeal it had been to patrol with Leta and Damian. Damian was stubborn and Leta was eager to prove and they both had a knack for finding themselves in the worst situations. Leta had ended up being drugged by Ivy once. She had been dizzy and spouting absolute nonsense for hours. And Damian had somehow managed to fall off the town hall building on the same night.

Apparently, they both had been determined to give him multiple heart attacks that day.

Still... Bruce gazed at Tim's hesitant yet obviously disappointed face. Then he looked at Stephanie's annoyed and disheartened expression. Obviously, they had both been looking forward to this night out. Could he truly take that away from them?

Bruce sighed heavily. "Two hours," he allowed. "You have two hours. I want you both back here by five or I'm coming after you myself."

Stephanie beamed and he instantly felt his heart clench. "Oh, thank you, Bruce!" she cheered, launching herself at his chest. It only lasted for a second before she was tugging on Tim's arm.

Tim looked up at him sheepishly and damn if Tim wasn't what he'd wanted for Damian to be. Sharp and observant and shy, but also enthralled with the world and willing to let people in. He felt a pang, thinking about his first son who currently wasn't speaking to him. His son, who shunned and belittled and loathed the boy in front of him. "T-Thank you, Bruce," he murmured.

Bruce managed a smile. "You two should go," he suggested. "Time's running out."

"Oh, you're right," Stephanie exclaimed, pulling Tim out of the room. "Bye, Bruce!" A part of him was concerned but another part of him assured him that he could trust Stephanie. She knew what she was doing and she would never let anything happen to Tim.

That would never stop him from worrying, though.

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Cass, Dick, and Jason will be in part two! I was stuck for those three, so let's see if I can come up with something in the next part. Leave suggestions if you'd like. Anyway, I hope you liked it and please review!