Because all my Strays!plunnies have to go somewhere.
"Happy birthday, Babybird!" Dick and Jason said in unison as Alfred brought out the cake with its six lit candles. Tim squirmed in his seat. Bruce gently placed a hand on Tim's head, and both of them allowed themselves a small smile before Dick and Jason began to compete over who could sing louder.
Dick had to stifle a laugh at the sight of the epically angry pout on Jason's face when Conner stepped into the room with Tim in his arms.
"DISNEY SLASH PIXAR MOVIE MARATHON NIGHT!" Steph cried out at the top of her lungs.
All the rationalizations, all the theories, all the hopes, everything flew out of Jason's head once he saw Dick striking Tim down. Nothing mattered, because there would never be a good excuse. With a beastly roar ripping out of his throat, Jason charged.
When Cass admitted that her father had periodically shot her in the leg then had beat her if she so much as flinched at the pain, she honestly shouldn't have been surprised when everyone's reaction was to tightly hug her.
"We're not really taking the Batwing out for a joyride, are we?" Tim squeaked out as Steph and Jason tied him down to a seat with the seat belts while Cass turned on the engines.
"Jason and Donna sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Steph sang over a furiously red-faced Jason's indignant screams to shut up.
"Thank god I'm not a redhead," Jason remarked.
Damian adamantly refused to let anyone else touch kitty!Dick, screeching his head off as he held his eldest brother in one hand and his katana in the other. Once he was sure that he had chased off everyone else in the vicinity, his eyes would shine as he gently stroked Dick's soft fur.
Damian and Lian sat together atop Wayne Towers in comfortable silence, their sketchpads on their laps and the Gotham skyline before them. Meanwhile, inside the building itself, Dick and Jason were all but sitting on top of a paranoid Roy who was convinced that Damian had less than pure intentions towards his precious, precious daughter.