N/a: First off: thank you guys for uh, feeling, I guess, yesterday's chapter, I don't even know if it's gonna have a continuation or not, but let's see what happens.

Now, I'm still working on the rest of the request, but you guys mentioned Christmas, and really, after what I put you through yesterday, you deserved it. (No matter that Christmas was like two days ago, sh).

Title: Back Off From The Cookies I

Author: Rea Treoni

Rating: T

Characters: Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth.

WARNINGS: definitely not even language, oh my gosh, srsly.

Requested by: some of you I guess? Indirectly.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Batman related character. They are DC Comics's.

"Dick, stop eating our material."

"I can't! You know how much I love popcorn!" the eldest brothers argues, popping into his mouth yet again another popcorn instead of pinning in it with the rest of them in the popcorn chain.

Tim scowled. "At this rate we will be out of popcorn and it's gonna be you who enters the kitchen to make more."

Dick shrugs, popping another piece of popcorn, Tim sent him a dirty glare. "I'm not afraid of Jason, nor Damian for that matter."

Tim looked unconvinced "They threaten on dropping fondue on anyone's who dared to enter their kitchen while they are cooking, except for Alfred." He reminds pointy at his brother.

Dick waved his hand at him. "Timmy, really, they are just a pair of dorks covered in sugar and flour."

The teen arched an eyebrow. "Okay then: Go in there and bring us a new bag of popcorn." He dares.

Dick scoffed playfully and sent him a smirk, grabbing a bunch of popcorn in his hand as he stood up and eating them on his way to the kitchen.

Tim's eyes followed him until he disappeared behind the kitchen door. The blue eyed teen smirked and started counting.

He made it 'til the number six before he heard a bunch of swears crashes and hissing sound coming from the kitchen. Tim can only smirk pleased as Dick practically exited the kitchen, a horrified and scared look on his face as he lean against the wall and panted.

"I told you so." He laughs, vaguely hearings Alfred's scolding in the background.

Dick pouted but took a seat next to his brother once again, continuing their work on the decorations in silence.

It was a few minutes later that Bruce walked, or more like dragged his feet, past the living room. Both black haired men's eyes followed his father's form and feeling their eyes on him, Bruce stopped his dragging and glanced at them.

"What?" he asks shortly, glaring at his sons when they coughed, trying to hide their snickering.

"Uh, question: Why do you look like a bad wrapped up gift?" Dick asks, containing his smirk, pointing at the different colorful kinds of wrapping paper all over Bruce's body, along with some small portions of duct tape in his face, back and not to mention the big red ribbon hanging in his hair.

Bruce sent him a dirty glare, raising his arm and pointing back at his eldest, the loose ribbon around his arm and hand moved smoothly with the action "Wouldn't you like to know."

Dick snorts as an answer, shaking his head in amusement.

"Timothy," Bruce attention went to his second youngest, who almost jumped in surprise and lowered his cellphone "Do I need to ground you in order for you to delete those pictures?" he threatens, glaring coldly at the teen, who shook his head before putting away his cellphone, raising both hand and waving them to his father.

Bruce nods satisficed, before continuing his dragging, heading over to the kitchen. Dick and Tim's eyes followed him all the way until he disappeared behind the kitchen's door before looking at each other and laugh.

"Oh man, I can feel the physical pain of losing those precious photos." Dicks laments, still laughing and wiping a tear from his eye.

"For what it's worth, Bruce didn't say anything about the video." Tim informs smugly, picking up his phone and showing his brother the video.

Three pairs of eyes focused on him as soon as he entered the kitchen.

"Don't." he warns, pointing at Jason, as soon as he watches the small forming smirk growing in his second oldest face.

Jason's smirk just widens at the warning, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

Damian at least had the decency to stare at him blankly, shake his head and letting an exasperated 'tt', ignoring the entire scene and going back to work, mixing the cookie dough he was in charge on.

Near the oven, Alfred just arches an eye brow at Bruce. The billionaire can only shrug helplessly, with what could be mistaken as a pout.

"I need help wrapping the gifts." Bruce murmurs, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the floor as it had the fault.

"Oh, we have gifts?" Jason inquires, grinning maniacally "The wrapping paper this year is awfully plain, Bruce, what a rip-off." The antihero chuckles, enjoying the annoyed glare he received from the Dark Knight.

"Jason." Bruce warns, narrowing his eyes.

Jason held up both of his hands in mocking surrender.

The old butler just shakes his head in amusement before taking off his mittens, leaving them in the counter. "Master Jason, I believe you're more than capable to finishing the cookies?"

Jason salutes him as a soldier before nodding pleased.

Both butler and master left the kitchen, leaving behind a very amused Jason and an indifferent Damian.

"Alright, Demon Spawn, let's finish this last batch so we can drown in cookies for the rest of the evening." Declares Jason, turning back to face his little brother. He leant close; finger ready to swipe from of the cookie dough from the bowl the ten years old was currently mixing.

Jason cries out in both surprise and pain when a dirty wooden spoon smacks him in his hand. The young man hisses in annoyance and glares at Damian, who glares at him equally annoyed.

"Jeez, kid, eat some sugar and lighten up." He complains.

Damian rolls his eyes at him. "Get to work, Todd."

Jason hums a pout in his lips, and started walking away, but not before grabbing a fist of flour and throwing it straight to Damian's face.

Damian's face scrunched in disgust and anger. The boy shakes his head, wiping away with his sleeves the rest of the flour in his face before glaring menace at his brother, who sent him a smug grin.

"Well, it's no sugar, but at least you brighten up, ha, get it? Because you are white?" he cracks, laughing at his own joke, but was cut short when something thick and slimy hit him square in the face.

The ball of cookie dough fell from his face and Jason blinks in astonishment before narrowing his eyes at his brother. Damian answered by adopting a defensive pose, holding up his hand and waving his fingers towards him, a small smirk in place, challenging him.

Jason grins and pulled back his sleeves, tightening the knot on his apron before grabbing the nearest cooking material near him.

"Oh, it's on, Demon."

The sound of crashing and splashing from the kitchen brought Tim and Dick's attention, sharing a curious look, both brothers stood up from the couch and entered the kitchen, only to find it covered in food and –was that blood? Oh, no, it was ketchup. Dick let out a relieved sigh.

"Can I ask what on earth happened here?" inquires Dick, frowning disapprovingly at his younger siblings.

Jason and Damian had the decency to stop their food fight just enough to spare Dick a quick glance before throwing him the ingredients each of them had been holding when Tim and him entered.

"No, you can't."

Dick opened his mouth in shock and licked some of the substance that dripped down his cheek. Cringing at the sour taste, he frowns. "You're going down."

"Yeah, okay, I'm out before you guys somehow put this on me, so bye." Says Tim quickly, turning back and heading to the exit when Dick's held him back from the collar of his shirt.

"Too late, Timmy, let's show them a lesson."

Tim opens his mouth to argue, because it never ends well for him when his brother's literally drag him into their messes, but he froze when something collies with his cheek.

Sending a glare at Jason, he flips him the finger before grabbing his own food weapons he found around him.

It was a few hours later when Alfred, Bruce, along with the girls, all of them formally dressed for the Christmas Dinner, stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of them.

The four brothers laid in the floor, all of them breathing hard but laughing and pushing each other around, Jason jokingly saying he was making a food angel against the floor, Dick laughing and imitating him besides him, Damian rolling his eyes but a small smile in lips while Tim just laughed at his tactics, rolling to land on his stomach.

While the girls giggled and Alfred frowned annoyed, Bruce could only stare and let a small content smile spread over his face, watching fondly at the four smiling faces in the floor of the messy kitchen.

Hope you liked it!