Chapter 41: Go Get Packed

Bruce's POV

I came home from work to find Alfred preparing dinner in the kitchen. Damian and Jason were wrestling on the floor, Tim was reading quietly, and Dick was flipping through TV channels in the living room.

"Boys, Alfred, stop what you're doing and go get packed. We're going on a family vacation." I called from the doorway.

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Dick's POV

As we parked the car, Bruce reminded us that no weapons were allowed in the airport. Tim, Alfred, and I waited patiently for Bruce to inspect Jason and Damian; both were not thrilled about being unarmed.

Finally, we made our way to the airport. Ugh. I hate airport security. It takes forever and I feel so violated. We stood to the side and waited for Jason. He was going last. As he stepped through the scanner, an alarm went off. Immediately, Jason was slammed against the wall by security. Bruce pushed his way past security screaming lawsuit threats while making his way towards Jay as we were pushed away from them. That's when I noticed how Damian started laughing.

"Damian, did you plant a weapon on Jason?" I asked.

"Come now Grayson, would I do something like that?" he replied sweetly.

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Tim's POV

I sat beside Jason as he glared daggers at Damian, who was smirking/hiding beside Dick. We were waiting to board the plane. Bruce was signing papers. Apparently, he now owns the airport, that's probably how Jason isn't sitting in jail. And Alfred went to find a "decent" cup of tea.

Jason flinched as our flight was called to start boarding. Dick dragged Jason over. Bruce took Damian's hand and I walked alongside Alfred. I'm just ready to get to our destination.

Jason's POV

I swallowed the lump in my throat as we took our seats on the plane. I hate planes. Dick was beside me. Damian and Bruce were in front of us. Tim and Alfred were behind us. We are going to die.

"You okay, Little Wing?" Dick asked, looking me over.

"I'm not scared! And don't call me that in public!" I growled at him.

He rolled his eyes. "I never said you were scared. And as your big brother, I reserve the right to call you whatever I want… Relax. Nothing bad is going to happen. Do you want to hold my hand?"

"Dick, I'm not a baby. No, I do not want to hold your hand!" I growled.

"Whatever." He replied and turned his iPod on and turned to stare out the window, while crossing his arms.

I grabbed his hand as the plane started to move, not that I was scared or anything. But, just in case…

Tim's POV

I looked up from my copy of The Great Gatsby, when Jay yelped and grabbed Dick's hand. Finding nothing wrong, I was about to return my attention to my book, when Alfred caught my attention. He was turning red as he read his book.

"Are you okay?" I asked as I leaned over to look at his book.

Alfred quickly slammed the book shut. The title read 50 Shades of Grey. "I am fine, Master Timothy." Alfred answered quickly.

"Oh. What's the book about?" I asked, looking over at Alfred's book.

"The color gray." He stammered.

"That sounds boring." I replied.

"Oh, yes. The novel would appear rather dull to you. I highly recommend that you stick to your own novel."

Damian's POV

The stewardess approached us, interrupting our conversation. "Can I get you anything?" she asked Father sweetly, while smiling.

"The strongest thing you have. Please." He answered returning her smile.

"And do you want anything, cutie?" she asked looking over at me.

I leapt up from my seat. "I am not cute! How dare you insult me! I am-"

"He'll have apple juice. Please." Father interrupted, while pulling me back into my seat, buckling the dreadful restraint. The stewardess turned to fetch our drinks. "Damian, behave. You're already in enough trouble." Father warned, obviously pissed that I almost got Todd arrested.

"Yes Father." I replied as she returned with our drinks and left to check on the other passengers. "Father, what did you get?" I asked.

"I really don't know and I really don't care right now." He replied.

"May I try some?"

"Maybe later. I need all the alcohol I can get right now." He replied and downed the glass, before turning to our stewardess who handed him a bottle. I thought I heard him mutter something about stopping at one.

No matter, soon we will arrive at our destination and our vacation will begin.

Hey, just needed an idea for a destination for the Bats. Where would ya'll like to see them go? Message me or review for your choice of a destination.

And for those of you who have sent me requests, I'm still working on them. (I temporarily have writer's block.)