BWAHAHAAA! -_-* SOOOO SHOOOOOORT!

Italy: ~Ve. Why so short?

Me: SHUDDUP ITALY YOU DON'T EVEN BELONG HERE!

Italy: ACK! Germany!

Me: OH CRAP! O.o

Anyways, DISCLAIMER: I don't own, but I think you would have known that by now. I mean, if I DID own DC Comics, Starfire would be dead, Lian would be alive, and Iris and Damian would be love intrests. It's all pure fact.

"Master Bruce, time to wake up."

Curtains were torn back, light flashing in on the Dark Knight. He growled, burying his face into his soft feather pillow. "Mm ngh gh ffh ghf..."

"Master Bruce, I know you have no meetings today."

"Ngh mgh ff..."

"Yes, it is also Saturday."

"Mmgh ffn hnnm!"

"I am awakening you because Miss Barbara and Master Roy are here."

Bruce shot up out of bed, eyes wide and hair in an array. "What? Why is Harper here?"

Alfred rolled his eyes as he grabbed a towel and handing them to the grumpy and bewildered billionaire. "I believe they said that they have some news for you. I have set brunch out on the terrace, and the young Masters and Miss are down already, as well."

Bruce grabbed the towel as he went to the bathroom, scrubbing his face clean. As he set to shaving, he asked, "How long have they been here?"

"About a half hour. Miss Barbara asked that I not awaken you, as it is still the weekend. I felt that it would be proper, though, that you awaken soon. Their news is... enthralling."

Bruce, gelling his hair, looked to Alfred. The old man was smiling gently, though his eyes showed an unyeilding joy. "I insist that you join us immediately, Master Bruce. I believe that Master Dick may jump from the chandelier if you are not down in a moment's notice."

Bruce chuckled, imagining Richard swinging around like a monkey- again. He had done such often when he was younger.

Alfred set out some clothes for Bruce before going to the door, pausing in the doorway. "I will be down on the terrace, Master Bruce."

…

When Bruce arrived, he was instantly glomped by his eldest daughter. Barbara's face was alight, her red hair flying around her face wildly. She had curled it, apparently, and was wearing a long gypsy skirt with a thick sweater. Instantly, Bruce noticed the thin golden band around her finger, a tiny diamond sticking on top of it. A twitch developed on Bruce's eyebrow as he looked up at Roy, who had his bangs down for once. He wore a puffy vest over a black thermal top, with blue jeans and a grin. Richard was still in his thermal top and fuzzy Green Lantern pajama bottoms, while Blaine and Terrence were both wrapped up in robes.

"It's freezing out here," Bruce objected, taking Barbara onto his arm. "Let's go inside."

Barbara sent a longing look out towards the snowy fields. "It's so beautiful, though."

Suddenly, Richard sneezed. Roy grabbed the boy and swung him onto his back. "I think maybe we should go inside, babe. Before any of the kiddos catch cold."

Terrence snorted. "I'm almost eighteen! I'll be going to college after this year's end!"

Instantly, Richard and Blaine deflated. Barbara flinched, then began to tickle her little 'sister' like mad. Blaine bit her lip as not to cry out, but when Roy and Richard joined in, she couldn't help but scream, laughing so hard Bruce was sure she would have an aneurism. "Alright, alright," he chuckled, holding up a hand. "Let's go in."

They all did, Roy pushing Terrence in, as the younger hero was still sleepy and his arms felt like jello. Alfred held the door open for them, leaving the empty dishes behind under the umbrella.

They all sat in the kitchen, Roy taking Barbara's hand and kissing her knuckles gently. The young woman giggled before leaning into him tightly, wrapping her arms around his middle. Alfred and the other Wayne 'children' were all smiling, while Bruce looked annoyed. "When?"

"Last weekend, on Valentine's day," Barbara spoke, smiling at her adoptive father.

Roy looked to Bruce sheepishly. "I'm sorry I didn't ask for her hand, but-"

Bruce shrugged, sipping his coffee (black, no sugar). "I... approve, I suppose." He sipped his coffee once more. "It's better than any of those idiots from college."

Barbara let out a breath that she had been holding all week. "Thanks, Dad."

Bruce felt warmth spread throughout his heart. "Is that all..?"

Barbara nodded. "We wanted to tell you guys in person, but I do have to get back soon... I have classes tomorrow."

Roy stood, hugging his 'little brothers' and 'little sister'. He kissed Blaine's crown, grinning. "Love you guys."

"Love you, too, Roy-boy!"

Roy scowled at Richard, who was grinning cheekily. "Oh! By the way, Barb, you are getting married here."

"WHAT?"

…

After a long, long day of 'talking' about where the wedding would be, what Barbara would wear, and who would be the Man of Honor and such, nothing was decided for sure- except Richard was rather insistant that Barbara and Roy would wed at the Manor. Barbara was highly against the idea, but gave in to having the reception at the Manor when Richard brought out the puppy-dog eyes.

Now, Richard was sitting on his bed, flipping through his scrap book. Nobody knew of its existence, besides Alfred- and perhaps Bruce, since he was 'the Batman'. Not 'Batman', the 'Batman'.

The pages, stiff from dried glue, held memories so fierce that Richard would remember them all clearly. He pulled his knees in, tucking them under his chin as he sifted through the pages. Tears built in his eyes as he quickly skimmed over the pages talking about Haley's Circus quickly, trying to get to the more recent pages. He saw pictures of the Thanksgiving lunch with the League, along with pictures the Team had all taken at Christmas. (The Boy Wonder had stolen them and made copies before anyone was any the wiser.) There were also pictures of Jason.

Richard held his breath as he bit his tongue. Patrol started in an hour. And, yet again, he wouldn't be patrolling with his big 'brother'.

Jason's name was taboo in the Manor, especially around Bruce. Although the man tried to act as if nothing had happened, Richard had traced his foster father's calls to Jason's cell phone repeatedly, as well as calls to all of Jason's professors and the head master of his college. A certain picture made Richard stop in his tracks.

It was him, dressed up in a dress shirt, slacks, Aviators and a fedora. He was about ten, meaning Jason, in the picture, was almost nineteen. Jason, too, wore a fedora and glasses. He looked like a bigger version of Richard, or vice versa.

Richard's breath hitched in his throat as he realized that Jason's 22nd birthday was in a few weeks. His eyes filling with tears, the teen snatched the picture from the book and crumpled it in his hand as he held it to his chest, curling into a ball.

An hour later, Bruce approached the door to his youngest child's door. He opened it gently, about to call out. But, he paused when he saw Richard curled up into a ball, tear tracks running down his face. With a sigh, the man made his was over and sat next to his son, brushing the hair from Richard's face. The boy winced, his breath coming quick. Bruce frowned. A nightmare.

"J-Jason..." Richard cried, whimpering softly. "P-Please... come h-home, Jason... P-Please."

Bruce let out a breath, his fist clenching as he grit his teeth. The billionaire then noticed a scrap book sitting next to Richard. With a curious frown upon his lips, the Dark Knight pulled it onto his lap and began to sift through it as he simultaniously rubbed comforting circles into Richard's back.

Bruce felt a wave of emotions his him as he took in each picture of the book carefully. He remembered all of the news clippings, all of the photographs, all of the drawings and pieces of string and the buttons and the dried flowers within each page. Burying his face in his hands, the man sighed heavily. He stayed there for a long while before hearing his youngest son awaken.

"B-B-Bruce?"

Richard rubbed sleep from his eyes, and Bruce noticed a picture clenched in the boy's fist. He didn't ask.

"Time for patrol, if you're up for it."

Instantly, the teen was grinning he flipped off of the bed, nodding triumphantly. "Heck yeah! I'll go get Spar."

As he charged out the door, Richard neglected to put away his scrapbook. Bruce looked back down at it, running his fingers over the worn, plastic cover. With a smile, he realized what he would get Richard for Easter.

YAAY FOR YOU ALL WHO CHOSE DADDY!BATS MOMENTS!

Tell me who/what you want to happen next, and I'll work some magic... :)

Italy: ~Ve! Can you get me magic pasta-

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Me: OH #$%! O.o

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