Chapter 12: The Last Cookie
Tim's POV
Thank God! Alfred made cookies! He made the best cookies in the entire world. I wonder if there are any left? I hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen. Just as I entered Damian was reaching for a cookie. The Very Last Cookie.
Damian's POV
Before I savor the only unhealthy treat left, Drake snatched it! No! Before it could touch his lips, I wrapped my hands around his wrist.
"Drake! That belongs to me! Release it at once!"
"Shove off Demon Brat! It's mine! Mine!"
Jason's POV
The first sight I see is Damian and Tim trying to murder each other. Typical. I might as well have a snack while I'm here. Yes! Alfred made cookies!
I poured myself a glass of milk and I turned to find Dick about to consume the last cookie. My cookie. Oh hell no! That Bitch is going down!
Dick's POV
I entered the kitchen and found Tim and Dami trying to kill each other and Jay was getting milk. Hey! Alfred made cookies! Bless his soul.
Before I could reach the cookie, I was tackled by Jason.
Bruce's POV
It's always nice to come home from work and find the kids trying to kill each other. Tim and Damian were strangling each other on the counter. Dick and Jason were trying to pin each other on the floor. I was about to pull them apart when a single cookie caught my eye lying by a glass of milk.
As I bit into the dessert, all eyes were on me. I was met by cries of agony and remorse. Maybe I should tell them Alfred has a new batch in the oven. Then again…