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“Im telling you, Damian would totally be Snow White!” Dick exclaimed as an Alpaca snuggled into the youngest Wayne and a large parrot perched on his head.
Bruce was holding a charity for various orphans across Gotham city. There was sword fighting on one side of the manor, as well as doll making, a petting zoo (that Damian was currently making his home in), bouncy castles, cotton candy, and just a place for kids to run around and have some fun. Not to mention, the Batbrothers didn't have to wear those uncomfortable, itchy, tuxedos. They were all wearing slacks and some form of button down shirts with the sleeves rolled up to their elbows. So all in all, this charity didn’t totally suck .
“Doesn't Snow White have a happy personality?” Jason snorted, swooping down to pick up a little girl, allowing her to pet Bat Cows nose. There were a few clicking noises, indicating Tim taking pictures.
“And what about his dwarfs? We’re all taller than him so it cant be us.” Tim laughed, crouching on one knee to get a good angle of Damian gingerly allowing the parrot to hop off of his arm onto the shoulder of a young boy.
“We are the exact same height, Drake.” Damian rolled his eyes fondly. “The only reason you appear taller is because you're so skinny.”
“Technically, im half an inch taller than you. So I have to make it count while I can.” Tim smiled, snapping a few more pictures.
“Although, I must point out, you two haven’t stated the most obvious trait yet. I am not ‘white as snow’.” Damian drawled, pointing at his tanned arms.
Dick slung his arm around Damians shoulders, “What’s in a name Lil’ D?”
The boys spotted Bruce practically power walking up to them.
“Hes really moving fast.” Jason said, putting down the girl as she went to chase Jerry the Turkey.
“Is that his pissed walk? Or is that his he needs to get away walk?” Dick asked squinting his eyes.
“Can’t be his pissed walk, none of the paparazzi have gotten through the gates. And none of us have been in the manor to break anything.” Tim stated, glancing at his watch turned wrist computer.
“Has something happened to Pennyworth?” Damian asked, taking a quick stride towards Tim, pulling up Alfred vitals.
“No, Alfred fine. No fever. Last time I checked on him he was sleeping off his cold.”
“He’s getting closer, evasive maneuvers?” Damian asked, slightly backing away.
“Nah, lets see what he wants.” Dick grinned.
“Nice to see you all grouped together.” Bruce said gruffly, approaching his sons.
“Whacha need B?” Dick smiled
“Theres a play starting in 15 minutes for the kids, but the vultures outside just caused the acting crew to be in a four car accident. They’re being rushed to the ER.”
“So you need us to deliver punishment.” Damian grinned, popping his knuckles.
“No, I need you to act in a play.” Bruce sighed, massaging his temples.
“Tt.”
“You sure B? I mean, we dont really have theater under our belts.” Jason grinned, leaning against the petting zoo fence.
“You have enough Drama Queen to make it up.” Bruce grinned.
“Im not a drama queen!” Jason yelled
“Oh my goodness gracious! Ive been bamboozled!” Tim and Damian said in unison, grins on their faces. Jason swatted his two younger brothers across the backs of their heads.
“What’s the play?” Dick laughed
“Snow White.”
Damian groaned loudly.