"What happened here, Baby?"

"Nothin', Daddy."

Canned laughter filled the air as the flour-covered little girl on the television gave her exasperated father a doe-eyed pout while he took in the utter destruction of his kitchen. It went on for a long time, like it was the greatest gag that comedy had ever produced, and that the show was just waiting for the fake audience to get a hold of itself so that they could continue on with their silly Thanksgiving plot. There was nothing actually funny about it – not that he could see anyway. Unless a little kid being a total brat and learning a valuable lesson in thirty minutes or less was some kind of joke that he just didn't get.

When the dad picked up what was left of the turkey out of the dishwater followed by even harder laughter, Dick had had enough. Groaning, he threw his arm over his eyes and said, "Do we really have to watch this?"

In response, the laughter just got louder as the volume on the television went up.

Dick lifted his head from where he was laying flat on his back and frowned down at the other end of the couch at Jason. He was laying on his side and staring pointedly at the TV, while using his good arm to tuck the remote close to his front. It was hard to tell from where he was sitting, but Dick didn't have a doubt that he was grinning.

Normally, Dick would take the opportunity to kick Jason, especially since his feet were already tucked right under Jason's legs; but Jason was still getting over a severe concussion – which was Dick's fault – and broken arm – definitely Dick's fault, again – so he didn't bother this time. Which, of course, Jason knew, so he was determined to be as annoying as possible.

Sighing, Dick laid back and stared back up at the ceiling.

The past week had sucked. Big time. It's probably been one of the worse since he came here. First, Joker breaks out of Arkham, which meant Bruce was working doubletime on Batman stuff. If it wasn't Dick's training time down in the cave, he probably wouldn't have seen him at all this week. That was bad enough, but then the Joker had gone after the four while they were at school. (Well, he, Jason, and Tim were at school. They took Damian from the doctor's office when Alfred took him in for a schedule checkup.) Thanks to his training, Dick had managed to get away. Jason, Tim, and Damian hadn't been so lucky.

B got scary then. Dick knew he could be. Remembered when he was, in a distant sort of way. It was bad enough that Bruce had let him suit up and help. After how it went down, Dick didn't doubt that that wouldn't be happening again. Dick wouldn't blame him. That was a massive screw up, after all.

And Jason paid the price.

To top it all off, it was Thanksgiving. They were supposed to get up early enough to watch the parade on TV before playing football out on the south lawn. They should be waiting for a huge dinner that Alfred spent all day cooking. None of that happened, though, because Jason was just released from the hospital that morning. Dinner was going to have to wait until another day.

On top of that, Bruce had been called away that morning for some JL stuff. They hadn't even seen him that day, not even when Jason came home. It must have been big for him to miss that.

So, yeah, this week sucked. As did this Thanksgiving.

Tim was sitting on the floor with Damian in his lap in front of the coffee table. There was no fighting or scampering to get away from one another. Damian just sat there and let Tim draw his small hand on construction paper to make turkeys. Damian letting him do that without a fuss was just...freaky. When Tim finished the hand drawing, he gave Damian another crayon and let him start to color before glancing back at Dick. He smiled back at him and ruffled his hair.

This had been hard on Tim. Ever since the Joker, Tim had keep a sharp eye on him and Damian. More so than even Bruce. If he or Damian weren't in the same room as him, Dick noticed that Tim got a lot more antsy, like he thought that they were disappear if he couldn't see him. He's been worse today since Jason got back. Dick wouldn't surprised if Tim camped out in his room tonight.

Another loud round of canned laughter echoed through room.

God, Dick hated this show.

"Could you please turn that down?"

Leaning his head all the way back, Dick watched as Bruce walked in. He'd already showered and changed, and looked a little worse for wear but otherwise okay. Carefully, Tim took Damian off his lap and onto the floor before hurrying over to Bruce, who easily picked him up.

"Hey, Bruce," Dick said, rolling over so he could sit up straight. "Everything okay with the world, then?"

"We handled it."

Dick nodded. That was the most response that he was going to get. Unless Bruce thought it was something he should know, he usually didn't share; especially with the others sitting right there.

Maybe he could try out his hacking abilities that Bruce wanted him to develop.

Reaching down, Dick picked up Damian before scooting over to make room for Bruce. Jason sat up slower and moved over a bit as Bruce sat down between them.

"Hey, boss," Jason said as he slid in close to Bruce's side. He was careful not to jar his arm before leaning his head against his shoulder. "Kick some ass?"

Bruce just smiled in response. Well, kind of smile. 'Bruce' smile, which was basically an upturn of the lips.

Running his hand over Jason's hair and careful to avoid the stitches on his forehead, Bruce asked, "How are you feeling, Jay-lad?"

Jason gave a one shoulder shrug. The fact that he wasn't posturing told Dick how bad Jason still felt. Bruce's quick glance to Dick over Tim's head said that he thought very much the same thing.

Another round of loud laughter drew their attention back to the television, where the annoying little girl was currently trying to mash a whole bag of uncooked potatoes with a wooden spoon.

"What is this?" Bruce asked.

"Baby Doll," Dick said. "It's..."

Stupid. Idiotic. Mind numbingly bad?

"Dumb," Damian said grumpily.

Dick pressed his lips. Well, he didn't say it.

"It's pretty bad," Tim agreed, though he did try to sound a bit more diplomatic about it.

"Dumb," Damian repeated.

"Then why are you watching it?" Bruce asked.

"Because all the football teams that are playing today suck so it was this or hour three of the after-parade coverage," Jason supplied. "Can't you guys try to make the news next time? At least give us something more interesting to watch."

"We're not going to cause an international incident just so you don't have to watch old reruns, Jason," Bruce said.

It was about that time when the final applause sounded and a fast pace credits started to fly by. As it did so, the credits squeezed to one side of the screen the channel began to play a montage of show. Judging by the amount of footage, it must have gone on for quiet awhile. How was mystery to Dick.

"Can't get enough of our adorable little Baby? Stay tune because you are in the middle of our Baby Doll Thanksgiving Day marathon."

As the opening credits high-pitched and annoying theme song began to play, Dick asked, "You sure about that, B?"

AN: Just a short thing for Thanksgiving. I know it's a couple of days late, but I just didn't have a chance before. Hopefully, someone enjoyed.