"Again, I thank you for saving my son," Bruce said, shaking the man's hand before handing him a card. "I want you to take this. Call me tonight and I'll arrange a dinner for you and your family to show how much I appreciate you helping my son."

"Oh, Mr. Wayne, we can't intrude!" the man said, although he was very happy about the offer.

"Oh, please do," Tim spoke up from Bruce's side. "I wish to thank you for saving my life."

"Oh, honey," the wife said. "Look at him, the boy wants to show how happy he is that you saved his life, don't be rude."

"Well," the man rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, all right. Tomorrow, you said, Mr. Wayne?"

"Tonight," Bruce said. "Please come to the address on my card. Well, tonight. Come on, Tim, we have shopping to do."

"Yes, dad." Tim smiled sweetly at them before leaving with Bruce.

Bruce looked down at him. "What shall we make for dinner?"

Tim licked his lips. "Can we make shrimp and lobster?"

"Of course." Bruce ruffled his hair. "Let's get everything. Let's see, there are five of us and five of them but we do eat a lot."

Tim walked up to where the woman was selling lobsters. "Twenty lobsters please, and twenty pounds of shrimp. Jumbo, please."

Bruce smiled at the woman, who looked at him to make sure before he patted Tim's head. "Why don't you get the other stuff and I'll get the fish, huh?"

Tim put his hand on Bruce's arm. "Bruce?"

"Yes?"

"We're all going to stay together now, right?" Tim asked in all seriousness. "We're not going to be apart again, are we?"

Bruce put his hands on Tim's shoulders. "No, Tim. We won't. Remember, I will do anything to keep this family together."

Tim leaned into him, hugging him tightly, eyes closed, feeling tired all of a sudden. "Me too, Bruce. I'll do anything to help keep the family together."

"Good boy, Tim." Bruce patted his head once more. "Now, do you want to stay here or get the stuff?"

"I'll go get it. Oh, and Bruce?"

"Yes?"

"I haven't been sleeping well. Can I buy some sleeping pills?"

"Sure."

Jason wasn't in the mood to deal with Damian, so he stayed upstairs sitting on the couch. He felt sick. He was sure that they had given him something. It made him feel oddly calm and sleepy. He blinked a few times, staring at the tv as it played the news.

Sniffing the air, Jason paused. Blood. He wanted blood, but he didn't want to drink any that Bruce had given him. No, he wanted to be stubborn and refuse to eat. Dick, however, was groaning miserably as he finished off the second blood bag. Giving him a look of pity, Jason watched as he picked up the third, biting into it and sucking down the blood. Even though Dick had on a shirt, he could see his stomach starting to poke out.

Too much gorging on blood. Jason would have only let Damian eat once, maybe three times a week, because screw that. Dick had said Tim had been doing it for a year. That must have hurt to gorge three times a day, only to have that blood filtered out so another vampire could feed off him and only get less than one bag worth of blood down.

"Dick, go do that somewhere else. I can't stand you looking like a baby is trying to escape."

Dick glared at him, but kept drinking.

"I'm serious; that's gross. Let Damian starve. Anyways, he was looking kinda fat."

"I CAN HEAR YOU, TODD!" Damian screamed from the top step of the basement.

"Hey, it's piggy, how ya doing?" Jason asked, before laying back down. "Damn it, I don't feel good."

"Lay down, Jay," Dick said, as he whimpered, forcing down more blood.

"Yeah, just for a little bit," Jason muttered, before he knocked out.

Dick finished the blood before staggering to his feet and going to the basement to feed Damian. The younger vampire latched on violently. Dick had always known that Damian was a bit violent, but he wasn't too pleased that Damian liked pinning down his brothers to get his meal. Maybe it was Damian's lust for power and control.

Whatever it was, Dick didn't think too much on it, because after Damian was done eating, he got up and went upstairs to lay on the other couch in the living room where Jason was lying and fell asleep. He must have been out of it for hours, because when he woke up, he was back in his bed.

Downstairs something smelled really good. Getting up, he wandered out into the hall, feeling nervous. First he peeked into Jason's room to see him fast asleep. Going down the steps, he found Tim in the kitchen standing over a large boiling pot of water.

"If you go down to the woods today," Tim sang as he watched the water holding two lobsters. "You're sure of a big surprise." He put two of them in before adding three more and shutting the top, putting the clamps on them so the lobsters couldn't climb out as they boiled to death. "If you go down to the woods today, you'd better go in disguise! For every bear that ever there was will gather there for certain, because today's the day the Teddy Bears have their picnic."

Dick walked over. "Yum, lobsters."

"Hi, Dick!" Tim smiled at him. "Want to cut the lemons for me?"

"Uh, sure." Dick took a knife before looking around. "Where's Bruce?"

"In his study," Tim said, grabbing another pot and setting it to boil. Dick noticed that Tim had four pots of water. "He's working right now so you have to wait."

"What's he doing?" Dick asked, looking as if he could see through the ceiling.

"Working, of course." Tim laughed softly. "How else would we survive?"

"Oh. Hey, Tim?"

"Yes?"

"Did you make the potions yet?"

It might have been Dick's imagination, but he thought that Tim's face hardened a bit as he threw in the next five lobsters.

"No," Tim spoke evenly before turning to smile at him. "We're having shrimp too."

"Tim, why didn't you make them?" Dick walked over to him, setting the lemon down along with the knife. "You said you would make them, and Jason and I need them."

Tim only looked at Dick, confused. "Bruce said no."

"Bruce," Dick said bitterly. "I should have known."

"Don't be mad, Dick." Tim smiled. "Besides, you should get ready, we're having dinner coming over to eat with us."

"What? But we just went hunting last night."

"We're anything but a small family." Tim sighed. "Oh, I forgot to pick you up some cereal. I'll put it on the list for tomorrow."

"Tim," Dick sighed. "Can you… make a little bit? Please."

"No."

"But-"

"No," Tim said coldly. "Bruce said no, and I'm not going to go behind his back and make you some."

"But Tim-!"

Tim slammed the next pot down, his eyes icy, a look Dick had never seen there, before it was suddenly gone, morphed into that sweet smile he was used to. Tim picked up a knife.

"Dick."

"Huh?" Dick said, eyes wide.

"Why don't you set the table?" Tim asked kindly before turning back to the food. "I'll finish in here."

"Uh…" Dick blinked twice. "Okay."

"Oh and one more thing," Tim said, walking over to a single cup that had some sort of drink in it. "Give this to Jason, will you? He hasn't been feeling well."

Dick took the cup before leaving. Pausing, Dick looked back before dumping the drink into one of the sinks. Something was wrong here. Going upstairs, Dick placed the empty cup by Jason's bed as the other vampire continued to sleep. Dick hoped he was wrong about the drink, but for now it was the only thing he could think of that would keep Jason down.

Gong back down stairs, Dick set the table. Looking up, he saw that Tim was still in the kitchen making the food. Getting up, he decided that he needed to talk to Damian about what Bruce and Tim had been doing the last two decades. Once he was down in the basement he started to ask the youngest many questions.

Meanwhile, Tim took another cup before filling it up with some sleeping medication and heading upstairs. He went to Jason's room where his brother was still sleeping. It would ware off in another hour, so the empty cup meant that Dick had emptied it. Switching them, Tim smiled before leaving the room and heading back to the kitchen.

Let us all thank L for her hard work! 8D