N/A: College's an ASS! Omfg, I swear, my professors decided to join forces and conspire against me. Anyway, here's a little something, hope you like it. Something random from a head cannon Lawli told me and uh, it didn't turned out the way I expected it, but well, there are fics like that. The NSA should be up in another few days and I'm writing a BM, requested by a guest. Let's see how that goes. Also, have I mention that I hate editing? Because I kind of do.
Title: Bats Under the Sun
Author: Rea Treoni
Rating: K+
Characters: Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne.
WARNINGS: Sigh, swear words.
Headcannon: Jason has freckles splayed all over his cheeks and nose; he just isn't in the sun enough to make them noticeable. (Lawlipop9991)
Disclaimer: I don't own any Batman related character. They are DC Comics's.
Jason took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he let out that breath and felt himself relax, enjoying the background sounds of the waves crashing against each other, the sea gulls above him looking for their lunch and the warmth of the sun all over his body. It wasn't that usual for them to actually go outside, whenever it was day or night, because yeah, they were actual bats much for the amusement of the entire Justice League and the disapproving glare of Alfred.
It took around two weeks before they were able to convince Bruce to actually take a real vacation –No, Bruce, watching the beach through a video in the computer is not a vacation– and it had been actually more easy than excepted, the old Butler knew he had won when Dick squealed when told the idea and ran off to find his brothers.
The plan itself consisted of a chain: Alfred convinces Dick, Dick convinces his brothers by nagging them until they bleed and the sons convince Bruce by following around throughout the day and complain along the way. Alfred had found an actual Bruceproof and he would be lying if he said he wasn't damn well proud of it.
Now, in the private beach Bruce had rented just to satisfy Alfred and ease his glare, Jason rolled his shoulders back, eyes still closed and let out a small peaceful smile, feeling at ease when suddenly a small hand slapped him square on the face. Dumbfounded by the sudden attack, Jason opened his bewilder eyes and look around, searching for the enemy. Jason's eyes quickly fell on the small smirking figure in front of him.
"What the hell, kid?" exclaims the antihero annoyed.
Damian shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly "You had something on your face" he answers curtly, still staring at his face concentrated "I think they are bugs"
"What! Ew!" yells out Jason, rubbing his face with force as the ten years old rolls his eyes "What about now? Did I get it?" he asks hopeful, leaning closer to Damian's face.
The young Robin stared blankly, unnerving Jason, before raising his hand once again and slapping him in the same spot than before, this time a little harder.
"What the fuck, kid!" yells Jason angrily, scowling at his brother while Damian shoot him a smug smirk.
"What's happening here?" inquires Dick walking towards them, Tim close behind him carrying a bag full of towels.
"Todd has something on his face and won't let me help him" explains Damian innocently.
"You helping my ass, kid You jus –"Jason was cut off abruptly when Damian slapped him again, still smirking.
"Damian!" scowls Dick annoyed, placing both hand on his hips and looking at his youngest brother disapprovingly. Tim covered his snort by fake coughing.
As Jason recovered from the surprise, his frown deepen "That's it, you little SHIT!" he screams before tackling his brother, sending them both to the ground, getting sand all over them.
"Woah, Woah! Jay! Jason!" yells out Dick, stepping forward to pull Jason off Damian while trying to avoid the kicks and punching the pair was delivering.
Tim stayed near them, not really wanting to be in the middle of that but still close enough to be able to record the fight on video. Suddenly, Bruce came jogging towards them, frowning in confusion at the scene. The billionaire turned to his second youngest; his raised eye brow asking his silent question.
"Damian slapped Jason claiming he had something on his face" he explains quickly, cellphone still recording. Bruce paused before realization hit him.
"Boys" he calls sternly, stepping into the fight and helping Dick to separate the pair "Boys, that's enough!" he orders firmly, holding Damian back as Dick did the same with Jason, leaving a good few feet between them.
"I hope you don't know how to swim, you lil'runt, because I'm planning on drowning you" threats Jason, struggling under Dick's hold.
Damian scoffed, struggling with equal force with his father "Not my fault your face is infested with bugs, Todd. Now that I think about it, they actually make an improvement!"
"You lil'sh –"
"Those are freckles"
The four siblings froze and slowly turned to their father, every single one of them looking confused. Bruce sighs exasperated and explains "Jason has freckles"
"Since when?" asks incredulously Tim, lowering his cellphone.
"Since always" shrugs Bruce before chuckling softly "They only appear when he's under the sun"
"No wonder we never see them when we live in a cave" scoffs Dick, still holding Damian above the ground.
"Then how do you know about them?" inquires suspiciously Jason, crossing his arms over his chest.
Bruce sent him a strange look "I'm your father, Jason. I'm supposed to know these things". The boys look at each other, sharing a look between themselves before cornering their father.
"What was the name of my first plushy?"
"Zitka, it was an elephant plushy that remained you of the real Zitka back in the circus"
"What is my favorite type of coffee?"
"Black, no cream or sugar" Bruce made a pause and glances at Tim "You really need to lay low with the coffee, son" Tim smiles sheepishly.
"What's my favorite method to kill?" inquires Damian, five pairs of stern eyes turned to him "What was my favorite method to kill?" he corrects himself, rolling his eyes.
"Using your katanas" Bruce answers reluctantly "Which are still confiscated after that massacre you did to Alfred's gardening"
"What was my favorite dessert?" asks Jason, pointing a finger at Bruce.
"Donuts"
"Okay, but what's my favorite desert?"
"For some reason, it's Sonora" Bruce shrugs "Visit the pyramid instead when you are at Mexico, Jay" he adds handling him a tourist pamphlet. Jason slowly took it with his mouth still open.
"How many times have I broken my arm?" inquires this time Dick, smiling knowingly.
"Eight times" answers the billionaire annoyed "You never stopped climbing that chandelier"
Dick shrugged, grinning "It was training"
Tim raised his hand "Oh Oh! Who broke the antique vase three years ago? The one just outside the lodge room"
"That was Dick"
"Wha – How!"
"It had tape on it. Dick always tries to fix anything with tape"
The eldest pouted "It is effective must of the time"
"How many pets do I have?" demands the youngest of them, crossing his arms challenging.
"Three: Titus, Alfred and Batcow" Bruce listed in automatic "And don't think I don't know about the kittens in your closet, young man, you are given them back to Selina next week"
Damian groans disappointedly.
"Okay, Okay" exclaims Jason holding his hands up "The moment of truth, ready?" he challenges, Bruce sent him a playful smirk.
"Bring it, champ"
"How many children do you have?" he questions, face serious. The rest of them just nod besides their brother encouraging the question.
Bruce pause just enough to send his children an annoyed glare before answering "Four sons and one daughter"
The four children gasp in synchronization at the answer and round up around themselves, making a small circle "Guys! Oh my fucking god, he actually pays attention" whispers Jason shocked.
"Is the apocalypse coming? Is it a warning?" asks Dick real serious, concern all over his features.
"What if our Bruce got kidnapped and this is just a robot?" inquires Tim, worried, glancing suspiciously at Bruce for a second.
"Maybe it's a clone?" suggests Damian strongly, sending distrust glances at his pseudo Father, who just raised and eye brow at him.
"The names! We can't go wrong with our names!" offers Jason, the four of them nod before raising their head enough to look at Bruce, who was now tapping his foot impatiently.
"Hey! BruBot! What are our middle names?" aks Jason loudly, pointing at each sibling and then at himself.
Bruce rolls his eyes but decided to humor his children. He raised a finger and started to point, from left to right, starting with Tim "Jackson" he says easily.
Next was Jason "Peter"
Then Dick "John"
Damian came last "And none"
Damian scowls hard "That's unfair" he declares Dick chuckles and ruffles his hair.
"Are we done with the interrogation?" asks Bruce exasperated, not waiting for an answer before walking away.
"I still think it may be a robot" stats Jason shrugging.
"Seeing as you suddenly appeared with freckles, I guess anything is a possibility now" jokes Tim, laughing harder as Jason shoved him hard.
Hope you liked it!