I was so happy to all the faves and follows I immediately wrote a new chapter. See? Comments make me write even faster (hint, hint). Enjoy, and see you at the bottom! Or will you? I am trained by Batman. Oh, and JAYBIRD! *capeswish, gone*

"...Stop! God, please, stop!"

Bruce slammed the front door shut and rushed past Alfred.

"Get off her, you brat!"

"She deserves it, Dick!"

"I oughtta-"

Mr. Wayne stood in the doorway of the training room. His protegees and the new recruit lay in a heap on the floor. Jerra was moaning, holding her sides and cackling. "You monster."

"Without my knife, tickling is good defense." Jason grinned hopping up and running away before Jerra could retaliate.

Dick grabbed the mongrel's foot at he scurried past, dragging him back onto the ground. "Payback!"

Bruce watched as the two boys rolled across the floor, throwing punches. Jerra sat up and sniffled. She then took in the situation and grinned evilly, lunging at them..

"Truce, truce! Jerra, I'll make you a-God , stop it-deal! You and me versus the Boy Failure?"

The tickling stopped. They all looked at Jerra, who was in deep thought. She grinned. They both waited. She tackled and pinned Dick to the ground.

"Traitor! Traitor!"

"Aw, yeah! Goldy locks already likes me more than you!" Jason piled on.

Dick spotted his silent mentor in the door. "Bruce!" He cackled. "Save me!" Bruce stood there, unsure what to do.

"Hey Goldy locks, does this place have a pool?" Jason asked devilishly. "I'll find some rope."

Alfred tapped Bruce on the shoulder. "Master Bruce, I feel the children would most appreciate it if you...intervened. Family bonding, per say." Bruce looked back at the heap of laughter. He smiled, slightly.

"How bout we even the odds?"

Alfred watched, chest swelling with joy, as his for all-purposes family enjoyed one another's company. Richard was hiding behind Bruce, reaching over the man as Jason and Jerra attempted to break through the barrier. Bruce was smiling as they attempted to tickle him.

"The Batman is not ticklish," he grinned triumpantly. "Give up now and the cost will be lessened."

"Good thing we aren't paying a cost, huh!" Jason beamed, climbing over Jerra and Bruce's shoulders before throwing himself at Dick. Dick, being unprepared for this, made a satisfying expression before he was enveloped by the younger boy. As the two wrestled behind them, Jerra and Bruce paused.

"Change allegaince?" Jerra smirked.

Bruce looked behind him. "I'll grab his feet if you get his hands."

"Et tu, Bruce!" Dick cackled, nearly crying with laughter. Bruce lay atop his shins, preventing the boy from moving, and tickled relentlessly.

Jason was rolling on the floor hiself, enjoying it all too much. Jerra was laughing, too. The Wayne Manor was happy.

"Oh, wow! These are the freaking best cookies ever!"

Alfred inwardly cringed at the lingo, but smiled all the same. "Thank you, Master Jason."

"Master Jason," Jason echoed. "I'm gonna get used to this." He grinned, a cackle swelling up inside him, before bursting into a sprint down the hall. "This is awesome!"

"You did the right thing, Master Bruce," Alfred told the man, noticing him watching.

"I've gained two children in six months," he said wryly. "I didn't think that was possible."

"It sure is surprising," Alfred agreed. "But I think our new friends are quite fit for their jobs." Bruce nodded, watching the boy chasing around the others, stealing the plate of cookies so they would come after him. "He's a trouble maker."

Bruce nodded. "I doubt that will ever change."

Alfred smiled. "And young Master Richard does not seem so young anymore." He sighed. "Goodnight, Master Bruce. Call if you need anything." The elder man retreated.

"You guys are so slow, why the heck are you freaking superheroes?"

"Hey," Jerra snapped. "I'm pretty freaking fast. It's Mr. Useless over here who's perfectly normal."

"I'm a well-trained acrobat, with mad skills, and you're saying I'm the normal one?"

"I can stop time."

"Goldy locks has a point," Jason grinned, sliding down another hallway.

"Keep running, kid!" Dick called. "Good luck getting back!"

He sighed, smiling despite himself. "I hate being an older brother."

"Mm hm."

"I do. He's a brat."

"And you're an angel."

"Why, thank you, Jerralin." He grinned. "For agreeing."

She rolled her eyes. "I think he's lost," she said after a moment.

"Let him find his own way back," Dick shrugged. "If he's gonna live here, he's gonna start learning where's what, or he'll be smart enough to make a map."

Jerra noticed how he had edged closer during the banter. She smirked at him. "Yes, Mr. Grayson?"

"Nothing, Miss Nightingale." He smirked back, looping his arms around her. "You know, for a nightingale, you sure don't have any wings."

"Says the Robin," she scoffed.

"My wings are the night."

"Where'd you read that, Shakespeare?" Jerra flicked her hair behind her ears, rolling her eyes at him.

"My wings are the night, too." She paused. "Nightwing. A Nightingale's wings." She grinned. "Robwings. Doesn't have the same ring."

"Yes, but Robinwings, it just rolls off the tongue," he leaned down. "Hear?"

"Mm hm," She nodded, closing her eyes.

They rested their foreheads together, perfectly contempt with the world.

Then.

"Ew, gross, dude. Get a f***ing room next time, ugh."

They both scowled at him. "Brat." Dick spat. "Get your own room."

"Dick and Jer-ra sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-"

"Brat," Dick growled, striding towards him.

"Mr. Wayne! Alfred! Help! dick's trying to kill me!"

"Darn right, batbrat, get back here."

"Bruce!"

"Dick, don't kill him. There are legal matters to be thought of."

"Jason!"

"Eating effing cookie, Dick!"

"Ouch, did you seriously just freaking throw Alfred's cookies?! WASTE! HOW DARE YOU WASTE ALFRED'S COOKIES!"

"Oh, God."

"Jerra, help me!"

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

"JERRA!"

Well, that was fun. Update soon? Lemme know how much you looooooved this chapter, and I'll see what I can do. :) Thanks for reading, folks! Virtual Alfred's!cookies around.

-Auri