Sorry it's short and drabblish, it's all I could think of, but don't worry, I'll have another chapter up for this story by Friday. Please Review! =D
"Dad, can I get a candy bar please?" Sparrow asked, holding it up.
Bruce studied her. It wasn't often that he went shopping, (the only reason he was doing it today was because Alfred had the week off), much less with his kids, but he also knew chocolate and Sparrow didn't mix well...
"Sorry Sparrow, but no. I don't want you to spoil dinner. Understand?"
Sparrow nodded. "Yeah, I guess..." still, she looked a little disappointed as she set it back on the shelf.
"No! No! No! I waaaannnntttt it!" the girl in line ahead of them exploded, wailing and kicking and screaming, fists pounding whatever they could. The outburst startled Sparrow, and she reacted, clinging to Bruce's leg and climbing up him until she clung to his side like a baby koala bear...
"Why is she doing that?" Sparrow whispered to Bruce, plugging her ears and looking frightened.
"To try and get what she wants..." Bruce explained, holding his baby bird as she stared.
"Is anything really worth embarassing yourself like that?" Sparrow whispered, still watching as the mother tried desperately to calm the screaming child and the man running the check out grit his teeth and beared it.
"No, not really." Bruce said, starting to loading the items onto the conveyer belt as he smiled slightly, realising what a well mannered girl he had...
The girl ahead of them kept wailing and Sparrow looked at Bruce imploringly, before sighing, realising they couldn't leave with so many people behind them, and settling to nestling her head between Bruce's neck and shoulder. Bruce repressed the urge to sigh. The mom ahead of them was vainly trying to silence the child with empty threats, and the girl had moved from throwing herself around to throwing candy bars...
"What a waste of candy bars." Scarlet whispered in his ear. It took all of Bruce's Bat training not to laugh right there. Because Scarlet was so right- it was an awful waist of candy.
"I waaannntttt it!" the girl shrieked, stamping her foot and throwing another candy bar that almost hit Sparrow. The girl ducked at the last moment to avoid taking the crunch bar to the face and resumed burying her face in Bruce's shoulder.
The girl let out the scream of a banshee, and everyone in the store winced. Bruce just sighed, feeling Scarlet tense in his arms. It was funny, how a girl who'd lived most of her life in a circus had better manners than most kids with a steady home...
Finally, the mom finished checking out, dragging her screeching child to the door and leaving a rather relieved supermarket behind them.
Sometimes, Bruce realized, he forgot just how good he had it with Dick and Scarlet.
"Bruce, I got the milk." Dick trotted over with the milk. Bruce had remembered it at the last minute and sent Dick to go and get it.
Dick noted his sister clinging to Bruce and his brow creased.
"What'd I miss?"
"Nothing, Dick, nothing." Bruce assured him. Sparrow climbed onto Bruce's shoulder, perching agilely like a bird before jumping onto Dick, sliding down, hands around his neck. Dick rolled his eyes, grabbing ahold of his sisters legs and carrying her piggy-back as the clerk and the others in line watched, slightly surprised...
Bruce rolled his eyes. He'd grown used to the children's antics and long since realized that just because they left the circus, didn't mean they stopped performing. Bruce left the supermarket with them that day remembering just how lucky he was to have the kids he did. Sure, they were somewhat crazy and hyper-active, making half the parents at the playground want to kill them because of the stunts they did in front of the other, impressionable children, but so what? It was times like these that made up for that. They were Graysons, and he wouldn't have it any other way.