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CookieSpells4: Yep. Flashback was my friend's idea and I've seen it in other stories

Keepmovingforward2: You had me worried there for a second!

ahsokalo: Don't worry it's not ending anytime soon.

"Good job," Richard said, as he walked towards the car with one arm slung over James's shoulders.

James looked up and smiled, using one hand to push his sweaty bangs out of his eyes. "Did you see that last goal I made? Awesome right?"

"Right, just next time be a little more careful. The ball nearly went through the netting."

James shrugged and bounced the ball he was carrying between his hands. Richard grinned and ruffled his hair.

They each climbed into their respective parts of the car; Richard in the front and James in the back right. Just as Richard pulled out into the street the car phone began ringing. He click accept and his ears were immediately assaulted with the sound of yelling.

"Dad?" A voice shouted to be heard over the background noise.

"Mary?"

"Dad! Are you coming home?"

Richard ignored her question. "What's going on over there! Where's your mother?" There was a loud crash that made Richard cringe and James snicker at the prospect of someone getting in trouble.

"Um.." Mary paused. "I think she's asleep. And Alfred left to go shopping a while ago."

Richard sighed. Instead of eating for two like a normal person, Rachel seem to sleep for twelve. She only awake for about seven hours a day and was crabby for most of it. "We're on out way home. Try to calm them all down, please."

"I'll try." She hung up and Richard pressed down on the gas.

It was much worse than he would have thought.

The twins were fighting apparently over a doll; shoving and pulling each others hair. Alfred had dragged in some sand from his sand box outside, mixed it with water, and was now smearing the mud all over the white walls. Arella was in the middle of the floor, wailing her eyes out and Mary was running around, doing a poor job of controlling her sisters and brother.

"Whoa." James looked around with one eyebrow raised.

"Dad! Your home!" Mary looked relieved as she attempted to separate the twins, who would just go at each other again like magnets.

Richard strode into the rooms, picking of Arella with one hand and snatching the bucket from Alfred with the other. The young boy imminently retaliated, his large eyes filling with tears. "Give it back!" He whined.

Richard just put the bucket on the counter of the kitchen, placed Arella in a seat, and then picked up Alfred. He carried him upstairs, drew a bath, and left his son to splash around until he came back. Before he went back downstairs, he stopped in the twins' room and grabbed a toy off their shelf. Arriving in the living room, he offered them the new doll and let them decide who should get what. Once they were settled down, he went back to Arella, who had quieted down to sniffles and hiccups, and placed her in front of the T.V with her favorite show on.

After that was taken care of, he continued to take care of Alfred, cleaning him then dressing him up in new clothes.

Once he set him free, Richard walked into his bedroom, shed the jacket he'd been wearing since he walked in, and collapsed in the chair in the corner of the room, not wanted to disturb the sleeping figure under the covers. Covering his eyes, he sank deeper into the velvet.

He must have fallen asleep, because when he opened his eyes again it was darker in the room and Rachel was standing right in front of him.

"Hey Aurora." She said, smirking.

Richard sat up, blinking the sleep from his eyes. "What?" he asked, his voice still groggy.

Rachel rolled her eyes and straightened up, wincing and putting her hand on the small of her back. Walking away, she muttered "Last one. Better be the last one."

Richard rubbed his face and stood. "You know tonight's at Bruce's right?" He called out.

Rachel poked her head out of the bathroom. "Do you think I could ever forget?"

Chuckling, Richard yanked open the closet to find a more suitable to wear. Pulling off his clothes, he dressed in an expensive suit. There was a knock on the door as he adjusted his cuff links. The door cracked open and two heads grinned at him. Emma and Emily skipped up to their father, each holding a long ribbon in their hands; Emma plum purple and Emily robin egg blue.

"Can you tie us?" Emily asked.

Instead of answering, Richard held put his hands to take the ribbons. After they were wrapped around the girl's white dresses, they smiled and ran away, hand in hand.

Richard went into the hallway to find that Mary and James had helped their younger siblings. He smiled as he watched James gently show Alfred how to put on his tie. Though he never liked to show it to his parents, James really loved his younger siblings. Mary was never really shown affection after he turned seven.

A few minutes later he stood downstairs, clapping his hands and calling for everyone to come down. Alfred and the twins raced downstairs and out the door to the car while James jumped the last few steps and Mary walked out like a normal human being. Rachel came down last with Arella on her hip. She smiled at Richard and handed the little girl to him.

In the car, Richard listened to everyone bicker and Rachel tell them all to quiet every few minutes. They drove for the new few minutes before stopping outside of the gates of the only house larger than theirs.

Clicking on the buzzer, he saw Alfred's face on the screen a few seconds later.

"Master Dick." He said cheerfully.

"Hey Alfred. Ready for dinner?"

"I don't think I ever will be." The British man made Richard smile.

"Me neither."

I have a little thing for all you readers.

I'm going to give you three options to tell me who should be Bruce's spouse.

1. Diana Prince (Wonder Woman)

2. Selena Kyle (Catwoman)

3. Clark Kent (Superman)

I put the last one because the person who gave me this whole story is a complete SuperBat shipper. Brianna, this is for you.