Well here is another chapter! Even I know it sucks! I had some writes block and no matter how big my hammer was I couldn't brake it! Its still there, so um that's why this chapter is soooo boring. I'm sorry about all grammatical errors, missing commas, periods, and probably 4 semicolons (I forgot how to use those).

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It was no secret that nobody wanted grandpa Bruce to baby-sit their children. It was an odd choice, but when a babysitter was required…most asked Jason first. Kids listened to him most for some reason and somehow infuriatingly so (to some people) he was everybody's favorite uncle. Rumor had it he made them kneel in a corner and read motorcycle magazines when they misbehaved. Nobody believed those rumors though, especially after Barbra confirmed Dick started them.

Jason would do no such thing his eldest niece Dawn would defend him and say when they misbehaved he let them watch horror movies and eat sugar before bed! He even encouraged them to eat sugar and watch insidious. To which his other nice Kayla would then reply that he would then lock his bed room door. Moral of the story was nobody misbehaved with uncle Jason…Because he'd let you watch the scariest movie you wanted! Then he would not let you into his room, when his creaky closet door in his guest room didn't close and his motorcycle jacket kind of looked like a person.

Somehow he was still everybody's favorite uncle (even if he accidentally killed your pet fish when he over fed it).

Back to Grandpa Bruce…..

Nobody had the heart to tell him, but they didn't like it when he watched their kids. Not that he was bad at it…Which he kind of was. Nobody could burp a baby better then Uncle Tim and nobody could get kids more riled up then Uncle Dick then proceed to get them to misbehave, that was all the circus boy.

No it was just….Grandpa Bruce was too gullible he let the kids control him! With the majority of his grandchildren being girls he needed an iron fist! Like when he was Batman! Some how when he gave up the role to his son. The iron fist fled, and went with the suit. Grandpa Bruce was cookie dough, the only good thing about Grandpa Bruce was GG Alfred he knew what to do. But he was in a Butler Convention so Grandpa Bruce was on his own and uncle Jason had a date, while Uncle Dick and Tim were on patrol.

They should have instructed the girls to watch Shelly they all knew how she was…and they all knew how Uncle Damian was. If anything happened to his baby he had warned them all, he still had his sword.

….Back to the Story….

It was too quiet…

Bruce stepped out of the restroom, realizing only after he left it toxic that it was Dick's private bathroom. He snickered, closing the door silently he heard Ariel's sniffling but that was it. Assuming his youngest granddaughter had fallen asleep he ignored the uneasy feeling in his gut.

Nothing immediate told him that he should worry, if anything at that moment he craved a sandwich. A good one, like the ones Tim made oddly juicy and delicious. At that moment he felt like calling Tim so he could make him a sandwich, he never complained. And then maybe Jason could make a cake and Dick could buy more toilet paper.

He made his way to his other granddaughters room and knocked, Kayla opened it. They all looked to him curiously, it was a odd seeing him up stairs since he had unofficially moved into the living room weeks ago. "Hungry?" Dawn looked up from a teen magazine, "Are you cooking?" He shook his head and everybody agreed, he smiled "I want a sandwich" he closed the door on three stunned granddaughters.

"Ever since he retired from being Batman….' Dawn said, she shook her head and held up a blue polish and asked Kayla "this one?" She gave her a look "just because my dad is Nightwing…" Pat rolled her eyes "Let me see that!" she snatched it out of her cousins hand and shook it.

Casually she let drop "I saw Shelly." It got no reaction, Kayla shrugged "I see her everyday," she held up a eggplant colored polish. Dawn snatched it out of her hand "that's my mothers color." Pat rolled her eyes as Kayla got it back, "that's my aunts color." She brushed the polish over her nail, "she looked like she was up to something."

Dawn yawned "so who's making grandpa his sandwich?" The girls shrugged, "I say let him starve." Kayla flipped trough a magazine. "You know he wouldn't starve he would just get take out and order from that weird place everybody hates but him and my dad." Pat stood up. "Gramps hates the smell of polish." Dawn said unnecessarily. Pat closed it and tossed it on the bed, "I know."

What seemed like seconds later there was a terrified shout. "Somebody's robbing grandpa?" Kayla said suddenly. They all ran to the door and found him running up the stairs, "where is your cousin!"

"Could you be more specific?" For the first time in forever Bruce Wayne unleashed the Batgalre.

Rashel….

Rashel sat before a mountain of chocolate cookies, a glower marred her angelic face. She kept shooting uncle Dick suspicious looks from the corner of her eye, she knew what he was doing. He reached for a cookie and she slapped his hand away and pulled the plate closer to her. "Aunt Barbra said you were getting fat," she said it in a deadpan voice. He gave he a incredulous look 'this fat?" He waved around his abdominal area in disbelief. She shrugged "her words not mine."

Alfred sat before her "Rashel right?" she nodded sad that GG Alfred would not know who she was. Picking at a chocolate chip in her cookie she wasn't so hungry she was sick of junk food with Grandpa Bruce that's all you ate, because your choice was either chips or rabbit food. Only a weirdo would pick the latter, she hated celery.

Alfred leaned towards her, "perhaps you could allow Master Dick one cookie?" She looked at her twenty something year old Uncle, he didn't look that much like her uncle Dick. His hair was still completely jet black and his jeans still required a belt. She looked at the plate of cookies and selected the worst looking cookie out of the bunch, after all she was trying to help him. Grudgingly she handed him the cookie "Tell aunt Barbra and you're toast."

He bit into it and closed his eyes savoring the taste over exaggerating each bite. He opened his eyes and leaned with his elbows on the table. "Rashel that's a cute name.." While she was distracted he snatched another cookie. "I was named after my great grandpa." Dick nodded coolly dipping his cookie into a cup of milk, and then he realized what she said. "Wait! Who are you again?"

She gave him annoyed look and decided she wanted to kick him. " I am your niece Shelly, and I want to kick you." Uncle Dick laughed "well aren't you cute!" He reached for another cookie and she grabbed his wrist. In a scary voice she said " I wont be in a few seconds." He brought his hand back to his chest, "Sheesh who's your father?"

"I have a guess…" She turned around and saw the face of a seventeen year old Tim Drake. Her face broke into a smile. She leapt off of her chair and hugged him. He patted her head awkwardly. "She's not yours is she?" Dick asked. Tim shook his head, Shelly looked up "nope he's also my uncle my daddy is-"

"Who is this?" She peeked from Tim's knees and jumped excitedly when she saw Damian but never got to say anything because he beat her to the punch. "Please tell me father isn't adopting anymore strays, if Drake, Todd, and Grayson weren't proof enough.." She glared at him, "What about Jason? Huh!" She said defensively. He gave he a disdainful look, "who are you ?" She pointedly looked him up and down, "everybody's new favorite!"

She crossed her arms and walked in front of him then offered her hand in a business like way. "Shelly you're replacement." His eyes flared, "I demand you remove yourself away from me!" He snapped. She gave him a face only little girls knew how to give, "well I demand you get a reality check." His hand balled into a fist, "grandpa says boys are not allowed to hit girls, you are no exemption of the rule." She looked him in the eye, "unless you're a little girl."

"Exception!" He growled "learn how to talk!"

"Get some people skills!I'm four," she shot back deciding she didn't like her dad. "I'm precious."

"Enough!"

All heads looked away from the scene unfolding before of them to look at a much younger Bruce Wayne. A Bruce Wayne who was not yet known as a bowl of cookie dough. Shelly pointed at Damian "its all his fault."

"I want a full explanation now.."

I didn't like this…But please don't make me cry. Please review tell me what you would like to see in this story!