Chapter 111: Father's Day

Dick's POV

"Okay. We need to decide what we're doing for Father's Day. Any suggestions?"

"We could get him a stripper-gram." Jason smirked as I rolled my eyes. Why do I include him?

"Todd, that idea is idiotic. We get him a hamster." Damian stated seriously.

"What about we perfect Poison Ivy's-" Tim began before I cut him off.

"No strippers, animals, or anything Batman related. This needs to be special. This needs to be about Bruce Wayne's four sons giving their father the best gift ever." I ordered.

"Dick, chill." Jason jeered.

"Oh my God! That's it! Jason you're a genius!"

"Grayson's lost it." Damian huffed.

"No! Guys listen! We need Chill! Joe Chill!" I exclaimed.

"Isn't that the guy who murdered Bruce's parents?" Tim asked as I nodded.

"Yeah. He was never brought to justice." Jason added.

"We're gonna find him and bring him in!" I ordered. "Tim, start pulling files. Jason, use your contacts and see what they know… just don't kill anyone. Damian, you're on Bruce and Alfred patrol. Make sure they're outa the way of the cave. We've got roughly twenty-three hours to pull off a miracle! Let's go!"

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Damian's POV

"Father! Pennyworth!" I screamed as ran down the stairs.

"Damian! What's wrong!" Father cried as he ran to meet me with Pennyworth behind him.

"Titus is missing!" I exclaimed.

"Did you check his pen?"

"Yes!"

"Alright, you and Alfred look upstairs and I'll check the Batcave." Father stated.

"No! You can't!" I screamed, pulling on his arm.

Both Father and Pennyworth exchanged glances.

"Um, I meant your assistance is required elsewhere. Besides, I have already checked that location." I stiffly replied.

"Master Damian, isn't that your hound over there?" Pennyworth asked as he pointed at Titus wagging his tail.

"So it is… I meant that I couldn't find Franklin."

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Jason's POV

"Alright. I'll give you one chance to live. Tell me what you know." I hissed as I lifted the dealer into the air and slamming him into the wall.

"I dunno nothin!"

"Too bad." I replied, pulling my gun.

"Wait!"

"I don't like waiting, Benny. I've never really been a patient person."

"Please!"

"It'd be a shame to get your blood all over your nice carpet. And I promised my father I wouldn't kill anyone for Father's Day. You wouldn't want me to break my promise, would you?"

"No!"

"Tell you what, Benny. I'll count to three." I stated, pulling out my knife and resting it against his jugular.

"Please! I don't know anythin!"

"One… Two… Thr-"

"Okay! Okay! I'll tell you what I know!"

"See that wasn't so hard, was it? Now talk!"

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Tim's POV

"Let's see, real name is Joseph Chilton. Age is fifty-seven. Wow, he's old! Current status is unknown. Last known status was Crime Alley. That's where Bruce's parents were murdered… Chill had a son. Hmm, I wonder if he lives in Gotham."

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Dick's POV

"Babs, please! I'm begging you."

"Dick, you know I don't like going behind my father's back." she replied.

"All I need you to do is hack into his files."

"Dick, the files are encrypted. No one has looked at that file in forever. It would look suspicious if-"

"Please. It's for Bruce. It's his Father's Day present"

"But-"

"If your father was murdered, wouldn't you do everything in your power to find his killer and bring him to justice?"

She sighed before walking over to her computer. "You owe me big time."

"Don't I always?" I asked before kissing her cheek as she smiled.

I played with her hair and ran my fingertips along her skin as she searched through her database. I nipped at her ear before she swatted at me.

"Not now, Dick. Do you want the info or not?"

"But you're so pretty." I muttered before kissing her as she continued to hack into the database.

"Here." She said before handing me a freshly printed file. "This is everything they have on him."

"Thank you. I owe you one."

"You owe me like thirty… And when do I get payment?"

"Monday?"

"I'm working at the library on Mondays."

"Then I'll meet you behind the romance section like last time."

"Uh huh." She smirked.

I kissed her again before opening her window.

"Babs, I-"

"Let me guess… you love me?"

"Actually I was going to say I crave your touch with every fiber of my being." I replied before jumping from her window.

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"Here's the file, Timmy." I said as I handed it to him before turning to Jason. "Did your contacts have anything?"

"No. There's nothing on this guy." He replied.

"Tim?" I asked.

"Sorry. I really didn't find anything either." He mumbled.

"Guys, this turning out to be a dead end. We've got to try something different."

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Damian's POV

"Alright, Damian. All of your animals have been found. I have to get some work done in the cave before-"

"No!" I cried as I latched onto him. "You can't!"

"Damian, what's gotten into-"

"Why do you hate me, Father! What are my sins against you! Why can't you love me!"

"Alfred, please take Damian to a psychiatrist."

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Dick's POV

"Joseph Chilton Jr., Red Hood and I have some questions about the whereabouts of-"

"I haven't seen my father in fifteen years. I don't know anything." He sighed as Jason leaned forward.

"That's not good enough! Tell me what you know or else!"

The man just stared at Jason and rolled his eyes before muttering, "Bite me."

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Damian's POV

"Father, Pennyworth, let's all play Monopoly together!"

"Shouldn't we ask your brothers to play with us?"

"No! We can't!" I yelled as he lifted an eyebrow. "What I meant to say was… no. They aren't allowed to play because I hate them."

"Master Damian, you're not making any sense." Pennyworth spoke up.

"Fine. Grayson, Todd, and Drake are not allowed to play because… You love them more than me! Isn't that right, Father! You want them to beat me! Favoritism!"

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Jason's POV

"Nightwing, you and I have been on patrol for hours. We have found no sign of him. Tim's still in the cave going over all of the files on Chill. We've even talked to the guy's son… The man's a ghost. If Batman never found him then what makes you think that we can?" I asked

"I don't know. But we should at least try to do something nice and meaningful for the man that gave us everything."

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Tim's POV

I literally started banging my head on the desk. I have nothing. There has been no sign of this man since Bruce was eight years old.

I looked away from the computer as Nightwing and Red Hood rolled in on their motorcycles.

"Find anything?" I asked as they shook their heads.

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Bruce's POV

"Damian… Is there a reason that you've deliberately been trying to keep us away from the Batcave?"

"Father… I demand that you pay attention to me!"

"Is something going on down-"

"No!" he yelled.

"Alright. Then I'll just have a look for myself."

"No!" he screamed as he literally threw himself at me and attached himself to my leg.

I started dragging him down the stairs as he tried to convince me to stop as Alfred followed behind us.

I found Dick, Jason, and Tim all gathered around the Batcomputer looking at my encrypted files. They had accessed the file on Joe Chill.

"What are you doing?" I growled.

"Bruce… We're sorry for hacking your encrypted files… We were trying to find Joe Chill for you as a Father's Day present while Damian kept you distracted." Dick calmly explained.

"We came up with nothing." Jason added.

"Sorry Daddy. We tried… And now it's midnight and we have nothing to give you for Father's Day." Tim sadly finished.

"Father! I didn't fail! I drew you a card!" Damian shouted as the other boys glared at him.

"Thank you, Damian. That was very thoughtful. And I appreciate all of your efforts. I know that you tried very hard. None of you had to get me anything either."

"You're not disappointed?" Tim asked.

"No."

"So what do you want then?" Dick asked.

"Well, I for one would actually enjoy going to bed at a decent hour or I would enjoy it if none of you injured yourselves on patrol." Alfred spoke up.

"Alright. We'll all go on patrol together for an hour and then call it a night."

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Damian's POV

The five of us stood on the roof of the ACE Chemicals building and looked down at the world below.

"There's a robbery in progress at Kirklind Jewelers." Batman said before diving off the roof as we followed behind him.

"Robin with Nightwing on the third floor. Red and Hood take the second floor." He ordered as everyone split up.

We all swept through our designated floors. Not even two minutes had passed before Father shouted, "Suspect is fleeing via font door. Suspect is Joe Chill," over the comm link.

"You have got to be kidding me." Grayson muttered before we fled down the stair and met up with Red Robin and Red Hood.

The four of us raced outside to see Father pursuing the criminal. The man ran right out into the road and directly into the path of an oncoming bus. Father was too late.

"Well… We didn't get a chance to giftwrap him or anything but how was that for your present?" Todd asked as we all glared at him. "I knew we shoulda went with the stripper-gram."

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Bruce's POV

"After you entered the store, you corned the perpetrator?" Alfred asked as I nodded. "And then by some miraculous reason, he managed to get your cowl off and look at your face?"

"Yes."

"And then he yelled, 'I made Batman' before running from you?"

"Yes."

"Then he ran into oncoming traffic and was killed by a bus?"

"Yes."

"Well… That was interesting. At least you now have closure."

"So I do… Great way to end a Father's Day, right?"

"Well my day wasn't so bad. You took me out to breakfast and I got to spend the day with you and Master Damian searching for his assortment of creatures. And none of you were injured on patrol and we'll actually get in bed before two. Ready to call it a night?"

"I suppose." I replied before following him out of the cave and into the house.

"Father! Pennyworth!" Damian screamed from inside the kitchen.

"Dear Lord… He's in my kitchen!" Alfred exclaimed before running into the room with me not far behind him.

The four boys were gathered around a handmade cake that read, "Happy Father's Day Alfred and Bruce!"

"Dick and I made the icing and Jay and Damian made the cake." Tim proudly announced as I smiled at them.

"Thank you, boys."

"Why yes. This is a nice surprise." Alfred replied before muttering, "The house isn't on fire."

"Alright, let's cut the cake."

The knife made crunching noises as it slid down into the cake.

"Uh Damian… When I told you to add the eggs, did you take the shells out?" Jason asked.

"No."

"Dammit, Damian! You had one job!"