EXTRA

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Richard Grayson gave a silent bawl, his face as pale as paper.

— ... Dick? — Tim asked in a worried tone, soon after calming down: Alfred was opening the kitchen door, a sensible person!

— I'm very sorry, Master Dick, but I thought I was a kind of invader...! — the butler justified himself, ignoring the disaster that place was in and going directly to the window where the older boy was stuck, trying to help him loosen up.

— Invader...? Clothes off!? — the boy asked in pieces.

— Alfred! Alfred, the brat! — Jason tried to call his attention to Damian.

— One moment, Master Jason — Asked — I can only help one of you at a time!

— I help Dick let go, you can go help the liar... — Tim lifted his shoulders, finally getting up again.

— Stop calling him a liar! — the rebel brother demanded.

He is a liar! You are the ones who prefer to believe this crazy story than accept that he is just a liar, that sooner or later he will go the same way as his mother! — Timothy was already more than tired with the little brother's antics.

Everyone was silent, even Alfred; but a serious voice asked:

— Do you have evidence that he is lying?

— Bruce... — Tim whispered, feeling a shiver in his back.

I want proof that my son is lying! Evidence that this hell is just a bad joke! I want proof, Tim! — The bat hit a punch against the wall to vent some of the anger it felt. He wasn't in that state from what Timmy said, it was just stress finding ways to get out.

— You need to calm down... — Selina asked, standing between him and the children.

Timmy didn't even have the courage to look at his father. Dick was also silent, he felt ashamed for acting without thinking. Jason, who of the three boys was the only one unaware of the whole problem, the only one who gave Damian full attention only and exclusively, began to panic:

— A-Alfred, he stopped moving! — said to the butler, feeling around the little boy's neck for vital signs or anything like that — He stopped moving! — he said again, desperately, clinging to Damian without caring about Alfred trying to get the child out of his hands.

— Master Jason... Release him— the old man asked, tired.

— No!

— Jason, release — the father who asked this time.

— Already said no!

— Jason... — Batman sighed, clearly tired, as he went to him — Damian is fine, he is just too weak to wake up now — He tried to explain in a simple way, moving his hands away from the wayward son so that he could catch the child.

— He was just like that because of the shock... — Tim murmured.

Bruce, or rather, Batman forced himself to be silent. He wanted explanations about everything that happened in his absence, but there was a priority: whether Damian was okay. He also cared about the other kids, but they weren't in such a... decadent state.

He took his son to the Batcave, in the laboratory there. He did all the procedures he deemed necessary until he was sure that his son was well, that it was just another crisis. Only then, when he was about to start his overtime work, did he realize that everyone else was there too:

Tim threw himself into one of the conference table seats, waiting for a good time to speak to the bat; Alfred was taking care of Dick's recent wound - a grazing shot -, clearly annoyed... the boy, who didn't care about the completely expository pose in which he was, tried to discuss the matter with the butler to make him more relaxed; Selina and Jason were arguing to see who would take Damian to his room.

— It is better that Selina stays with him — Batman, who was now without his hood, told his wayward son.

— It's because!? — the boy was already angry.

— Look at your feet — The two, bat and cat, spoke at the same time.

Jason found that request strange and decided to obey, for a change, surprising himself with some broken glass still stuck in the sole of his foot... he was hurt. He distributed footprints of blood where he walked without even noticing, without even feeling.

— Selina will take care of him while we take care of it... — Bruce used a more concerned tone, something that surprised his son so much that he didn't even resist when he was guided to one of the chairs, next to where Dick was being sewn — How that happened? — he asked, looking for tweezers or something.

— It's a long story... — Jason replied looking anywhere but Bruce — Ask Tim, it's his fault — He lifted his shoulders.

— Damian's fault! — the second youngest defended himself, finally approaching them — Bruce, I can explain and...

— The only thing I want to know... — Selina interrupted them, she was with Damian on her lap, but I wanted to clarify some points before: — ... it is the reason why you are wearing my robe, Jason.

— I'm sexy with him — He lifted his shoulders again, too tired to think of excuses.

Dick was the first one to burst out laughing, soon after being accompanied by Timothy and his contained laughter... even Alfred let out an air of laughter, although he managed to hide it. Selina was trying to look serious, but she was about to laugh... Bruce, the only one who remained indifferent, took advantage of the distractions to start removing the broken glass.

— Actually... — the boy resumed, when everyone was already silent again — I was in the shower when the lights went out, it was the first thing I caught — He ran his hand through his hard hair because of the dry foam — By does her bathrobe stay in your bathroom yet?

— Did you bathe in my bathroom? — Bruce looked at him with raised eyebrows, clearly surprised by that discovery.

— Your bathtub is huge... — Richard, justified both his brother and himself.

— Does anyone else use my bathroom when I'm out? — the patriarch asked.

— ... Your bed is soft — Selina smiled from the corner.

— True — Timothy murmured, right after pulling that conversation to another point: — Since when do you bathe, Jay?

— I always shower, I just don't change clothes — the boy turned his face, offended.

— It is better to change clothes... — Dick suggested — Remember that time you spent three days with a radioactive stain on your pants and...!

— The best thing is that you start to do both! — Selina intruded, looking at the two as if they were two stubborn children.

— But...! — The two said in unison, ready to use the most outrageous excuses possible for unusual hygiene habits, when the father interrupted them:

— You said that the lights went out when you were in the shower, Jason, what happened?

— Damian decided to break the espresso machine in the kitchen — Tim answered for his brother — I bet he put something in my coffee that made me sleep, when I woke up he had already done everything! Bruce, he's a monster! He's lying and...!

— When did he wake up? — Alfred asked, shortly after asking some more important questions: — Did you remember to give him the medicine? When did he start having a crisis?

— I forgot about the medication... — Drake sighed, squeezing his own temples — He woke up a little after he went to bed, he was quiet, but it was only Jason calling that he started!

— Of course, you called the brat a liar!

— He is a liar!

— Enough! — Bruce sent — I want explanations, very detailed explanations of everything that happened here. I don't want assumptions, I want facts.

Everyone was silent. The only one who knew everything that happened was Tim, but his view of Damian could influence him... the child, who was still unconscious in Selina's arms, probably wouldn't remember what happened before the crisis.

— B... — Dick called down. Alfred had already finished fixing it — ... How did you two get in? The mansion was on alert...

— We used an incredible and high-tech tool called a key — Selina smiled in a corner, having fun seeing the features of surprise stamped on her stepchildren... probably none of them remembered to take the keys when they left.

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NOTE

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Alfred is the only BatFamily member who is allowed to carry firearms and use them in self-defense. Usually he prefers a shotgun.

BatCave, like much of the DC map, is constantly changing. Usually it gets bigger, with more floors and a different architecture. To simplify, let's combine that: the Batcave is huge, it fits a lot, but it has a more open design. As the cave is being used in the fanfic, I am making some points clearer.