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It had been a long couple of days for the batfamily. Joker and Scarecrow had teamed up, releasing a new wave of fear toxin-insane gas mixture. It was some nasty shit. The first night Steph got a face full of the gas. The gas took the blonde out for 24 hours. Dick and Tim had to lock her in one of the cells to prevent her from lashing out and hurting one of them. Her knuckles and head were bloody from pounding on the wall non stop. Endless hours of listening to her screams. It was hard for all of them to watch. Cass especially with her enhanced body reading skills and close bond with Steph. After that, it took another day for her to willingly come out of her room. Needless to say, it was possibly one of the worst concoctions any of the Rouge Gallery had come up with and that's saying something. The added chaos of Christmas made Gotham Streets the perfect target. That was one week and four days ago. None of them had slept for longer than 72 hours. Those hours spread over the entire week and five days. Surviving only on coffee, energy drinks, and adderall. Jason and Dick were stupid enough to mix coffee, red bull, those 10 hour energy shots, AND adderall in a two liter bottle. The city benefited from this, the family not so much. Dick acted like an over hyper eight year old again and Jason got even more trigger happy. Bruce had then made an executive decision to separate the two of them on patrol. Either that or make sure they were always in another “responsible” person's sight. So basically only Bruce, Alfred, and Cass. It got bad enough that they had to be injected with anesthesia, which put the two boys out for the day. Both Alfred and Bruce gave them a scolding after that fiasco. Alfred more so for their safety and the manors state. Bruce more so for their lost time and irresponsibility. Jason sassed out Bruce by being mock offended he only cared about the city not his own children. After that, Bruce only talked to them when need be for the case. Long story short, the Bat Family was pissed and running on fumes. Never a good combination. Reporters, first responders, and citizens crowded the streets, trying to get a glance at the world's finest detectives in action. Only hours ago, Joker and Scarecrow made their way to Crime Alley, pitting two of Gotham’s most vicious gangs against each other. While the Bats were in the streets, trying to prevent the gangs from causing mass destruction to the already leveled city street, Joker was above them swinging mockingly on a power line, laughing his ass off every time one of the Bats got hit. Batman growled at the clown, throwing a batarang-rope in his direction. Unfortunately, it was at that moment a gang member decided to tackle the man. Missing the joker by a hair. It went over the power line and wrapped itself around the first person it came in contact with. Which was unfortunately Orphan. Falling with an audible thump, the black clad viglinate was left vulnerable in her new position. Batman grimaced, making a mental note to apologize later. “What the fuck B!” Growled Nightwing as he flipped off a street light. He hit the ground with a roll, hitting two men with his escrima sticks while breaking into a run. He flipped a man over his shoulder, knocking the air out of him, before delivering a brutal blow to the man's face. Nightwing grimaced when he removed his foot from the man's face. “Hope you got enough money for plastic surgery dude,” he muttered before jogging over to Orphan. He took a knife out from his belt and set to work releasing his little sister from the battrang attached ropes. Once free, Orphan nodded her thanks and set to work against the gang members. “You really gotta watch where you're aiming that shit! You're gonna get someone killed, Old Man!” Hood grunted, shoulder checking a guy who had pulled a gun on a little kid. He grinned as the man's head slammed against the pavement. Red Hood spun low on the ground, sweeping the oncoming gang member’s feet out from underneath him. The man fell, knocking out the other man behind him. Red Hood made finger guns, pretending to shoot the two men, then blew the “smoke” away from his fingertips. He jumped a little when Nightwing landed beside him. “Hey Little Wing” Nightwing smiled cheerfully, glancing down at the two men he was standing above. “I saw Scarecrow run into that toy store over there” Hood followed the older boy’s finger, eyes resting on a toy store a couple yards away. “Yeah whatever. Let’s just get this shit over with so we can get some sleep.” he paused before adding with a smirk, “Before I turn into a zombie again.” Nightwing rolled his eyes, smacking Hood on the back of the head before leaping out of the window he had come from.

“Batman. Hood and I are going to the Toy Factory. We won’t be available for backup” Nightwing said into his comm.

“Copy” Batman’s gravely voice sounded in their ears. He hesitated before adding “Call for backup if needed.” Nightwing gave a small smile.

“O, can you send us the schematics of Toy Kingdom on 7th street and Adam."

“Sure thing D” Babra said cheerfully, “Sending them now” Nightwing and Red Hood’s wrist computers flashed green and the schematics showed bright blue against the pitch black sky. They boys retracted their grappling hooks, dropping quietly to the ground before making their way through the doors of the toy store. It was oddly quiet compared to the loud screams, weapons, and crowds outside. Hood drew a gun in one hand and a flashlight in another. Nightwing had both of his escrima sticks out, glowing blue and crackling with electricity. In other words, they looked like complete badasses.

“Shit what’s that smell,” Hood and Nightwing wrinkled their noses. The smell of sulfur and bitter, old socks filled the air. “Disgusting.” Nightwing glanced around the toy store. That's not right. This store shouldn't smell like this, it's new and on the fairly decent kept side of town. Nightwing furrowed his brows. Suddenly, his eyes widened.

“OH SHIT"

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Spoiler and Robin were currently fighting off a hoard of unfortunate homeless men who decided now was a great time to rush Bats and company.

“These disgusting imbeciles smell like rotten pigs,” Robin said, wrinkling his nose when one of the men’s faces came close to his own. Spoiler couldn’t help but agree.

“Fat Girl this is where you belong. Say hello to your new father,” the young boy grunted as he kicked an elderly man in Spoilers direction. The old man stumbled over a bar lying on the ground and toppled into the purple vigilante. Spoiler shrieked and threw him off, flipping Robin the birdie. He snickered and took down yet another homeless, gas fueled man.

“Damn these guys are strong. This gas is fucking insane!” Spoiler leapt up onto a woman's shoulders. Twisting her hips and flipping the lady’s onto the ground. Spoiler gave the woman a hard hit in the head with her elbow before throwing a knife at one of Joker’s henchmen, which hit him right in the nuts.

“Bulls-eye bitches,” Spoiler looked up as a loud BOOM filled the air. A building the street over exploded, causing the entire area to light up in a magnificent yellow.

“What the fuck was that” Red Robin sounded over the comms. “Is everyone alright?” Spoiler watched as the building toppled to the ground, sending a wave of dust towards the crowds of people. She sprinted over to Robin, grabbed his waist and threw both of their bodies to the ground. She positioned her body on top of his, protecting him from any harm from the building. Shrapnel wizzed above them, embedding themselves in a brick wall, feet above their heads. They both laid still for what felt like an eternity. Spoiler carefully got off of Robin, helping him to his feet and holding him steady, as his knees seemed to buckle.

“You hit my head on a boulder while harshly throwing me to the ground Spoiler” Robin grumbled, dusting his uniform off. He was quiet for a little before adding a very soft, almost inaudible thank you. Spoiler snorted.

“Your welcome short-stack” Robin growled at the nickname. Spoiler smirked and ruffled his hair before replying to Tim.

“Spoiler here. Yuuup all good. I'm with Rob B T dubs.”

“Affirmative, Spoiler and I are fine. I have a bump on my head but nothing life threatening thanks to Spoilers' impulsive and reckless decision to throw herself on top of me.” They heard Orphan giggle over the comms before replying.

“Orphan. Safe.”

“Red Robin, Red Hood, Nightwing report now,” Batman growled out.

“Oh right. Red Robin A.O.K” A few beats of silence passed and nothing came from the first and second robins.

“Nightwing. Red Hood. Report. Now!” Spoiler and Robin looked at each other. This was NOT good. Orphan dropped down from the destroyed brick wall before signing.

Where are they? They should have responded by now. Maybe not Hood but definitely Wing. Spoiler sighed.

“Fuck,” she placed a shakey finger over the comm in her ear. “Wing. Red. Are you guys ok?” A beat of silence. “DICK! JASON!”

“SPOILER! No. Names. Over. Comms” Batman shouted. Orphan flinched at the harshness in his voice. Red Robin spotted the trio and ran over to them, pulling all three of them into a hug. “They’re going to be fine, alright?” Robin pulled out from between the two girls.

“I am not worried. With those two gone it will be two less imbeciles to look after while on patrol,” Robin may have managed to mask the quiver in his voice to an untrained ear, but the three older kids could tell he was genuinely worried. They glanced at each other grimly.

“Report to the cave NOW” Batman's gruff voice came over the comms.

“B! We can’t leave them! Who knows what happened to them! They could be seriously injured, comms broken, and bleeding out, possibly being taunted by scarecrows!” Spoiler ground out.

“Cave. Now”

“THAT WAS THE FUCKING TOY STORE THAT BLEW UP! THEY WENT INTO THAT STORE. FOLLOWING THE SCARECROW, MIGHT I ADD!” Red Robin exploded, kicking a man in the face who was beginning to get up. An audible crack sounded from his nose and blood pooled on the floor beneath his face. Civilian heads turned to look over at the bats. Cops glancing at the gas induced people at their feet, sending worried glances at the ones begging to stir.

“CAVE. NOW. DO NOT MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF AGAIN!”

“FUCK!” Red Robin and Spoiler said at the same time. Orphan shook her head angrily before picking up Robin’s sword from the ground and handing it to the young boy.

The young vigilants reluctantly left the scene and straddled their motorcycles before zooming off to the cave.

When they pulled up to the waterfall, the batmobile was already there. The four kids walked into the cave, taking their masks off and throwing them to the ground. Tim ran in and instantly sat at his computer.

“Come one, come on, come on! Where are you?” Tim muttered, pulling up a map of the street’s they had been fighting. “SHIT! Their trackers are offline. B we gotta go back out there and look for them!” Tim spun around in his chair to face Bruce, who was pulling the cowl off his sweaty face. Bruce looked down and ran his hand over his face.

“No. It’s too dangerous. We don’t know how many bombs are left out there. And with all the smoke and dust it will be next to impossible to defend ourselves from the oncoming attacks of Scarecrow, Joker, their men, and the citizens that were exposed to the gas.” Steph groaned.

“We can’t just sit on our asses and do nothing! You know damn well that if it was one of us or YOU out there Dick and Jason would be working their asses off trying to save us.”

“Father Fat girl is correct. We can not stand here, acting like we had our heads cut off. As much as I hate to admit this, we must search for Grayson and Todd,” Damian added as he pulled a chair over to the computers to help Tim search for the older boys. Steph rolled her eyes at the nickname, but moved to put her mask back on.

“While you nerds are checking comms and cameras and shit Cass and I are gonna go to the streets, kay?” Cass nodded, making her way to stand next to the younger girl.

“What did I say. It’s too dangerous out there. I am not going to allow you girls to go out there right now. When everything calms down we will go. Okay?” Bruce walked over to stand in front of the cave entrance, blocking the girls exit. Steph growled and turned to Cass, signing something to her. Bruce realized with a start that it was one he did not understand. Are they making a language without me? He was pulled out of his self-pity when Cass moved in a flurry of motion, kicking him in the knee. Bruce fell to the ground and Cass followed through with an elbow to the face. While he was disoriented,Tim and Damian each grabbed one of his arms, effectively pinning them to the ground while Steph and Cass did the same, but to his legs. Before he could wrench his limbs free, the kids were throwing cuffs onto their respective body-part-hostages. He squirmed around on the ground. Steph smirked at him, giving him a two finger wave as she made her way to the exit.

“Sorry old man but we’re not waiting around!’ TIm followed Steph out, snickering. Cass glanced down at Bruce. Bruce glared up at the kids.

“Let. Me. Out. NOW” Bruce used the voice he normally reserves for criminals in hopes to scare the young vigilantes into setting him free.

“Apologies,” Cass walked to join Steph and Tim, Damian hot on her heels. Bruce sighed and leaned his head on the ground in resignation. He prayed to whoever was listening that they would be safe.

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Jason groaned. What the fuck happened? He took a deep breath, expecting oxygen but was met with a shit ton of dust. What the fuck? He lifted his head from the ground, the movement making his neck and head scream in pain. His eyes narrowed at the debri and shrapnel surrounding him. He was about to call out for help when events of the day came to home. The gas, Joker, Scarecrow, insanely strong and angry gassed citizens, going into the toy store with Dick, the explosion. Wait Dick!

“Dick,” Jason coughed out, his voice was scratched and horse from the dust coating his throat. “DICK!” The boy slowly rose to his feet ignoring the pain shooting through his body.

“DICK!” He looked around his feet, trying to find his gun and his flashlight to help him to navigate through what once was a Toy Store. A glint caught his eye and he scrambled over. Jason sighed in relief at finding his phone, then groaned as he realized the technology was broken beyond repair. He glared at the offending object before throwing it across the room.

“Ow” Jason’s head snapped up at the faint sound of another voice. Without looking back for his gun, he pulled another from his leg holster and made his way to the sound of the voice. He carefully made his way around a metal wall that had managed to stay up despite the explosion. He aimed his gun at a figure that was lying on the ground. Before Jason could react, the man reached for something at his side, the said object glinting in his hand. Without a second though, Jason fired a single bullet at the man’s hand.

“AH WHAT THE FUCK! YOU ASSHOLE! YOU SHOT ME IN THE FUCKING HAND” Jason gasped and he felt his heart drop to his stomach.

“DICKIE?”

“YEAH YOU FUCKER!” Jason ran over, threw himself to his knees and grabbed his hand.

“Oh my god i'm so sorry i thought you were Scarecrow or one of his goons or someone other than you!!” He could vaguely make out DIck rolling his eyes.

“Well you thought wrong,” Dick sighed grunting in pain as Jason applied pressure to the wound. “OW. Ok once you're done fixing my hand I need you to help me get this out of my leg.” The older boy gestured his head over to his left thigh. There was a large, sharp, piece of metal sticking from the first Robin’s leg. The tip was dripping with blood and the rest of it was rusted beyond imagination.

“I hope you're up to date with your tetanus shots Big Bird. If not then your in a LOT more trouble,”

“A lot more trouble than bleeding out?” Jason scoffed and made his way over to Dick’s leg. He cataloged the injury and took out two packs of gauze.

“This is gonna hurt like...a lot so try not to pass out,” Jason placed one hand on Dick’s thigh and he wrapped the other around the metal.

“Ok on the count of three” Jason looked up at Dick, waiting for confirmation before continuing. Dick nodded slightly, clenching his eyes shut.

“One, two, three” Jason ripped the metal upwards, placing his knee on Dicks knee in order to keep it from ripping up with the metal. Dick let out a small cry before going completely silent and still. Which was never a good sign. Jason tossed the metal asied and rushed up to meet Dick’s face. His eyes were closed and his chest wasn't moving.

“Shit! No, no, no, no Dickie Bird do NOT do this!” Jason’s eyes began to water as he started compressions.

“Ah ah ah ah stayin alive stayin alive ah ah ah ah stayin alive staying a-” Dick’s back suddenly arched and his eyes flew open, gulping for air. Jason fell back against the rubbles he too, gulping air. Moments passed with only the sound of harsh breathing and dripping water filling the two boys' ears.

“Were you…...singing?”

“...yeah”

“...cool” A few beats of silence passed

“Wanna get some food?”

“Yeah”

“Cool”

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Tim was checking his wrist computer for what felt like the hundredth time. He groaned as the results came up the same- NO LOCATION FOUND. Cass and Tim shared a grim look. This was not good.

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After Jason finished wrapping up Dick’s wounds, taking extra time to make sure they were wrapped securely around his wounds and there was no chance of him bleeding through the bandages. Dick was very shaky when he first managed to get up. They made it two yards, before the older boy passed out. He had lost a lot of blood from his leg and his hand combined. They had waited a couple of hours before trying again, passing the time by telling stories and playing games. They had also watched the sun set. While they were not in ideal conditions, rusted nails and dust in the air, it was a great bonding time for the two brothers. Both were on high alert with every noise they heard, thinking it would be the Joker of the Scarecrow coming to finish them off. After they finally made their way out of the factory, they had a twenty minute argument on where to go. Jason then made the suggestion they “fuck it and go to Denny’s”. Dick agreed, seeing as it was probably one of the only restaurants still open. The moon was high in the sky as the two boys stumbled their way down the street. Dick’s arm was around Jason’s shoulder, Jason’s arm around Dicks middle. Dick suddenly stopped.

“What's wrong? Are you ok? Are you bleeding again?”

“Where the fuck is Denny’s?”

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Steph swooped down from a lamppost. She landed with a soft thud. Damian landed with a similar thud.

“This search is useless, Spoiler. I say we go to the rooftops,”

“C’mon Rob we talked about this! Cass and Tim have the rooftops, we have the ground!” Damian rolled his eyes.

“Fine. Any contact from them?” Steph sighed.

“Not yet…”

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“Fukcing finally! I am never letting you lead us anywhere again,” Jason groaned, leaning against the Denny’s wall to catch his breath. Dick glared at him.

“At least I got us here, mister “Oh is that a firework”? Jason winced. They still smelled of gunpowder after Jason led them to the middle of a gang war, telling Dick that he “wanted to see the pretty fireworks”.

“Touche,” Dick grabbed his arm, leading him into the restaurant. The bell jangled above them as they walked into the restaurant. It was cold and smelt like grease. For being 4 in the morning, there were quite a few tables taken up. The host looked up, eyes widening at the two vigilantes. The shock may have been from the fact Nightwing and Red Hood had walked into a Denny’s or that they both looked terrible because they were covered in cuts and dust.

“You kids alright?” The host looked at them, supporting a worried expression. He glanced them up and down, seeming to catalogue them for injuries.

“We’re fine, just hungry. Could we get a table for two...please” Dick gave the host a sweet smile. Jason rolled his eyes. The host kept staring at them for a second, before hesitantly grabbing menus and leading them to a clean table. The vigilantes got many different reactions from the people already seated. Some expressions of shock, some of fear, and others of just plain awe. They slid into the booth, grabbing the menus with a muttered thank you.

“What’re you gonna get, Little Wing?” Dick scanned the menu. Jason shrugged.

“Don’t know yet, you?”

“I was thinking pancakes”

“What kind?”

“Uhhhh probably chocolate chip...ooo or blueberry”

“...wanna split?” Dick snapped his head up at Jason before a wide smile filled his face.

“Uh duh!! So how about a burger and some pancakes? I’m thinking chocolate chip pancakes for something sweet and then a bacon burger? With fries? Ooo and milkshakes?”

“Whatever you want, Big Bird,” Jason chuckled. A waitress walked over to the table to busy looking at her notebook to realise who she was waiting on. When she looked up she gasped and dropped her pen onto the floor.

“Oh my...um…” Her mouth opened and closed, no sounds coming from her throat.

“Hi!” Dick gave a big smile and a small wave. He reached under the table, with a pained grunt, and grabbed the pen. When she reached for the pen he gave her a wink and a flirtatious smirk.

“Thanks. I’m so sorry about that. Um what would you boys like to drink?” She blushed under the lingering gaze of Nightwing.

“Um yeah we’ll split a stack of chocolate chip pancakes and the double bacon burger. Could we also get a large side of fries, one chocolate, one strawberry, one vanilla, and one oreo milkshake please,” Jason said handing her the menus.

“Yeah we’ll also take two waters” Dick added with a smile.

“Yes of course. Is that all?”

“Yeah doll, that's all,” Dick smirked at her. The waitress blushed and flusterdley making her way away from the table. Jason rolled his eyes.

“You dog”

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Tim gasped as two blinking lights, one red one blue, appeared on the screen. He excitedly showed Cass before practically shrieking in the comms.

“I FOUND THEM!!” A moment of silence passed as Cass and Tim ran to the location of their missing brothers.

“Well? Where are they?” Steph’s irritated voice came through. Tim mentally face palmed himself.

“Right, I’ll send you the location,” Quickly typing in the location, he hit send. “Meet you there!” Cass smiled, mumbling thanks to whoever was watching over them. Cass and Tim came to a stop in front of a large, yellow, glowing sign with six red letters.

“What the Fuck? Denny's,” Spoilers voice sounded from behind.

“I guess. That's what their beacons are saying. The four vigilantes glanced down at their wrists. The green, purple, yellow, and grey dots were a few yards from the blue and red ones of Red Hood and Nightwing.

“Tt, let's just walk in and see if these imbeciles are here. If they are not, we are wasting our time standing out here like complete idiots.” Domain stated, marching towards the door. When the four vigilantes walked into the restaurant, they were fully expecting to be met with a room full of henchmen and villains. Instead they were met with a host and a busy dining room full of happy customers.

“Um...hi? We're looking for Nightwing and Red Hood. Are they here?” Red Robin walked up to the host stand resting his hands against the cool surface.

“Back there,” The four followed the host’s finger as he pointed to a booth. There they saw Dick and Jason happily munching on pancakes and a burger.

“YOU ASSHOLES! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES!” Red Robin screamed. Staring in disbelief at his brothers.

“AND TO THINK WE WERE WORRIED! WE were running our asses off trying to find you ungrateful bastards while you guys are having the time of your lives EATING AT A FUCKING DENNY’S!” Steph threw her hands up and gave them a bewildered and frustrated look. Red Hood and Nightwing snapped their heads up to the sound of their siblings and best friend’s voices. Nightwing dropped his fry in a bowl of ketchup and Red Hood slowly sipped on his milkshake.

“Sorry?” Nightwing said through a french fry stuffed mouth. Everyone in the restaurant was staring at the six vigilantes in shock. Eyes snapping between the duo and the group of four like an intense match of ping pong.

“Tt. We thought you imbeciles had gotten yourselves blown up and killed or at least injured. You even had to tie Father down so we could come find you two idiots.”

“I did get stabbed and shot,” Nightwing offered with a small smile.

“WHAT!” Orphan shouted as she, Red Robin, and Spoiler rushed forward. Robin trailing slowly behind. Jason looked down at his food, obvious huilt written on his face.

“Yeah Hood shot me in the hand, thought I was Scarecrow. Then he saved my life so he’s forgiven,” Nightwing shrugged. Robin growled at Red Hood.

“Jeez, keep your guard dog on a leash, Wingnut,” Red Hood glared at Robin, who glared back in return. After a few moments of silence and glares, Nightwing cleared his throat.

“Do you guys want some fries?” Spoiler stared at him before shrugging and shoving Jason into the wall. Jason let out a (very manly) yelp. “What the fuck is your problem?” Red Hood shoved her shoulder.

“You didn’t tell us you were alive, asshole!” Spoiler shoved him back. Red Hood gumbled some incoherent but very clearly curses before turning back to his meal. Red Robin sat down next to Spoiler, picking up a fry and shoving it into his mouth. Robin climbed onto the top of the bench and rested his feet onto the table while Orphan slid in next to Nightwing. The waitress brought another stack of pancakes out as the original stack had disappeared in less than twenty seconds. After eating in silence for a few moments, Dick grinned.

“The kids are gonna blow up at the lack of toys this Christmas”

"NO!"

A/N :
Soooooo, there has been a new fandom that came into view... It is, obviously, the DC fandom. Who's your fav Robin?? Ours is Dick and Jason, but we love all of them. And Cass she's a fucking badass. Hope you enjoyed the fic!! This will be a series of oneshots so stay tuned for future updates!! I have to warn you the next one... lets say it might tear at some heart-strings. See ya later!!

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Someone was screaming, Dick didn’t know who. It might’ve been him. All he could process was his little brother’s limp body falling at the Jokers feet.

“JASON!” Dick sprinted towards the clown, tackling him to the ground. “YOU ASSHOLE! YOU KILLED HIM!” He felt hands pulling him off the deranged man.

“Calm down Chum, you’ll kill him” Dick ripped himself out of Bruce’s hold. He ran to his fallen brother and placed his head in his lap.

“Hey, Jay you're gonna be ok. Just look at me” He soothingly carded his hand through Jason’s hair.

“Hey dickie b’rd” Jason coughed, blood trickling from his mouth. Dick bit back a sob. “I don’ think I'm g’nna c’me back with th’s one.”

“Shhh don’t talk like that! Come on, where’s the tough badass Jason Todd?” Dick felt tears drip down his face. Jason reached up to brush them off.

“C’mon big b’rd, don’ cry! Th’n yu’r gonna m’ke me cry and th’sll be a whole sappy th’ing. I wanna go out l’ke a badass!” Jason tried for a smirk, but it ended up more of a grimace as a wave of pain rolled through him. He gasped, coughing up more blood, his head limply rolling to the side.

“No no no no no no no, Jason come on, WAKE UP!!” This time, Dick didn’t bother holding back his sob. He cried over his little brother's dead body. He thought he knew what this would feel like. He’d been through it before after all. But this time it was different. This time he knew there was a way to bring him back. But he promised to never use it on anyone. This time Dick Grayson was truly powerless. He chuckled darkly. Looks like it all comes back to the Joker.

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The crowd cheered as Danny Halone spun around in his chair, flashing the audience a smirk.

“HELLOOOOO CITIZENS OF GOTHAM! I’m your host Danny Halone and you're watching The Danny Halone Show!!” The crowd erupted into even louder screams as the man stood up and walked to the center of the stage. He spread his arms in a welcome. Danny smiled and waited as the crowd’s excitement died down.  

“Today we have a few special guests! Please give a warm welcome tooooooo THE BAT CLAN!” The audience cheered ten times louder than when Danny had come on stage. He good naturedly rolled his eyes at the camera. The spot light that had previously been on the host of the show moved to the hanging curtains towards the back of the room. The band performed a drumroll as the Dark Knight himself emerged from the curtains, his partners followed close behind. The crowd erupted into what would sound like a One Direction reunion concert. As Batman calmly walked to the couch, Nightwing ran over to Danny and grabbed the microphone from his table. He began to sing the batman theme song, while running and doing a dramatic flip over the couch. 

“Nananananananana nananananananana-” He performed one last triple flip over the couch before shoving the microphone in Red Hood's face.

“BATMAN!” Red Hood finished off the song with a smirk. Beside him Robin growled and Red Robin face palmed. Orphan was silently giggling, while Spoiler had fallen off the couch and was letting out full belly laughs. She was laying at Orphan’s feet with tears streaming down her face. Nightwing and Red Hood bowed dramatically before taking their seats, Nightwing in between Robin and Red Robin and Red Hood at his feet. Spoiler began choking from laughing so hard.. Like literally choking. She started gasping for air as she clawed at her throat, her eyes wide. Nihgtwing ran down and grabbed her hands, breathing a pattern she knew well. It was an old song her mom used to sing to her when she had nightmares. She calmed down enough to breath on her own and Nightwing went back to his seat. Spoiler didn’t feel like moving after her near death experience so she stayed at Orphan’s feet. Orphan started petting her hair to comfort her. Danny’s eyes had widened after the whole ordeal of vigilante chaos. He picked up the microphone that was lying on the ground before giving the group a round of applause himself. 

“Well that was something else wasn’t it! Thank you Nightwing for that extraordinary song and those flips. And Spoiler I hope you are ok...do you need any water sweetheart?” 

“Uh yeah...actually thanks,” She gave Danny a small smile while reaching for the cold water bottle in his outstretched hand. Spoiler unscrewed the cap, flipping it towards Robin’s face, before chugging the liquid.

“CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG!” Red Hood screamed at her. She sped up her chugging, but then started choking again. She spit the water out of her mouth and started coughing and gasping as Red Robin pounded on her back. She held up a hand for him to stop and took a deep breath. Her coughs disappeared and her gasps turned into silent hitches. Spoiler cleared her throat. After making sure Spoiler didn’t die of water inhalation, Robin sprang from his spot beside Batman, unsheathing a dagger and aiming it at the blonde. Nightwing’s eyes widened as he threw his arms around the young boy’s small waist, pulling his body close to his to keep him from attacking Spoiler. Robin turned his face so that his eyes were level with Nightwing’s before letting out a low growl. He turned back towards the girl and threw the bottle cap at the back of her head. 

“I think I girl-bossed too close to the sun,” She glanced down at the little water left in her bottle and then looked up at Red Hood, smirking slightly. Letting out a battle cry, Spoiler threw the water at him. Red Hood yelped and sputtered against the sudden onslaught of water. He started cursing her out and tackled her to the ground. Batman growled and yanked him up by the collar of his leather jacket. Red Hood instantly stopped grasping at Spoiler and crossed his arms. Spoiler stuck her tongue out at him before turning away and settling into her spot in between Orphan’s legs. Batman let go of Red Hood and sat beside Robin, at the edge of the couch. Hood pouted slightly as Nightwing patted his shoulder consolingly. Danny had a slightly concerned look on his face as he stayed a few feet away from the family. Clearing his throat he made his way to the couch.

“Uhm well, that was… something,” The crowd laughed hesitantly. 

“I am very sorry about that fiasco, the kids haven’t had their lunch yet,” Batman let out a very rare joke. Red Robin and Nightwing gaped at their mentor. 

“Did...did Batman just joke!?!” Nightwing turned to look at the older man, shock clearly written on his face. Batman growled   

“Yes and you won’t see it happen again,” Red Robin rolled his eyes.

“Well then now that we have everyone’s attention… The Bats everybody!” The crowd let out another loud round of applause. A few girls screamed at the top of their lungs. Danny smiled.

“Alright then, I’m pretty sure I don’t need to introduce these fine heroes sitting beside me, but for the sake of the script...I will.” The crowd laughed as Danny moved to sit at the chair next to the couch. 

“The man on the far end of the couch is The Batman himself!” The crowd cheered and some ladies and even men swooned. Danny chuckled at the crowd's reaction. 

“The young boy next to him is the one, the only ROBIN!!” Robin crossed his arms and glared as the crowd cheered and whooped. Nightwing elbowed him and he reluctantly smiled at the audience. The crowd awed which caused Robin to scoff and glare again.

“Next to Robin is the fine, young NIGHTWING!” At the sound of his name, almost every girl and woman in the room screamed. Screaming his name, I love yous, and a bunch of other love confessions. Nightwing smirked and winked flirtatiously. The crowd got even louder as men started screaming too. Red Hood rolled his eyes at his brother's antics.

“Up next is the genius RED ROBIN!” The audience chorused a YUM. Red Robin blushed and hid his face. Hood and Spoiler died laughing, slapping and pounding on each other's arms. 

“Alright alright settle down. Next to Red Robin is the lovely ORPHAN!” Orphan gave a big smile and a wave to the crowd at the sound of her name. The crowd cheered and screamed. 

“Alrighty one the floor, at Orphan’s feet, is the gorgeous and hilarious SPOILER!” The crowd erupted into a fit of screams and men called out to the young vigilante. She smiled and flipped her hair.

“The one at Nightwings feet is RED HOOD!” The crowd once again screamed and cheered with women calling out to them. He flipped them off and rolled his eyes. The actions only caused the crowd to cheer louder. 

“Alright now that we got the introductions out of the way, why don’t we start the Q and A portion of this interview. A few days ago I asked my fine viewers to send in some questions they would like to have answered by the vigilantes. And to say I was shocked when I saw the load of comments coming in. I have done this gig for a long time and never, have I seen as many questions in as little time in my entire life. Obviously, I can’t ask all the questions that were asked, but I can ask some. And if your question doesn't get answered and you are here, today, you may have a chance to ask them yourselves.” The crowd clapped and cheered, knowing they may get a chance to talk to the vigilantes was exciting. The vigilantes smiled at each other.

“Alright so first we have a question for Orphan from @hornypurplebitch, jeez, uh anyway ‘Why did you choose the name Orphan? Are you actually an orphan?’ ” Orphan was sort of taken aback by the question. 

“No...not an orphan...I have dad,” She looked over at Batman. Now Bats would never admit but he got a warm tingling feeling in his chest. Instead he nodded and looked away. The crowd awed. Danny looked at the crowd with an aww-I-just-witnessed-the-cutest-thing face. 

I took the name Orphan from my old dad. Orphan finished answering the question in the form of signing. Danny quirked an eyebrow. 

“She said she took the name from her old dad,” Nightwing translated. Danny nodded his head.

“Oh that’s sweet!” Missing the grimaces on the family’s face, Danny continued. “Alright next up we have a question for Robin! @izzywantsice asked ‘what's it like being the last robin and do you feel like you need to compensate for anything?” The whole family looked ready to punch something by the time Danny finished speaking. Robin simply haughtily turned his head.

“Tt I am far superior than any of these imbeciles. Except for perhaps Nightwing and Father. However I feel no need to, as you put it, “compensate” for anything as they are not proper models of superiority. I am and will always be the heir to Batman,” The whole crowd went silent. Red Hood, Red Robin, and Spoiler gave loud snorts and rolled their eyes. 

“Buuuuuuulshit,” Hood and Spoiler sang. Both flipping off Robin without turning to face him. Robin responded with a harsh kick to the back of both of their heads. Spoiler whined and Red Hood grabbed Robin's leg, yanking him off the couch. Together he and Spoiler tickled him until he was gasping for breath. Bats broke up their fun by pulling Robin back up on the couch. Nightwing smiled down at his little brothers and his best friend, glad they resulted to punish Robin in the form of tickling instead of punching. The crowd's laughter had died down and Danny began the next question. 

“This question is from @yanny_is_a_unicorn123 for Nightwing. They asked ‘ What was it like being the first Robin?’ ”

“Lonely,” Was Nightwings only answer. Red Robin patted the older boy on the head and gave him a sympathetic smile. The crowd “awed” at the two boys' interaction. There seems to be a lot of moments that the crowd finds as cute. 

“Alright now a question from @supes/batmans#1shipper a question for OH Batman himself! So the question ‘why don’t you f- uh oh naughty word children plug your ears- have intercourse with Superman?” Batman blinked.

“I’m not gay,” Red Hood died lauhging at that. Nightwing’s eyes suddenly widened.

“DOES THAT MEAN YOU WOULD IF YOU WERE GAY?!?!” The crowd went silent as Batman blushed. 

“No! Of course not! I just do not see another answer as simple and blunt as mine. It is the only answer I have,” Nightwing narrowed his eyes, but shrugged. 

“Um...how about you just aren’t interested in him.” Red Robin raised his eyebrows at him.

“Also what the fuck was with that blush?” Red Hood raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes as he turned to face his old mentor. Batman growled at him before turning away. Danny nodded slowly before clearing his throat.

“Ok moving on, the next question is from @nightwings_left_ass_cheek, god what is with these names, for Red Hood. ‘What are you afraid of? You seem like a bad- bleep that ain’t scared of nothing,” 

“Psh, you're right. I’m a badass that ain’t afraid of nothing,” Red Hood interlaced his fingers behind his head. Nightwing swatted him in the head and rolled his eyes.

“Tell them the truth, or do you want me to? I can think of the most embarrassing one...” Red Hood gasped.

“YOU WOULDN’T DARE YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” Nightwing smirked and shrugged. “Fine, clowns, I hate fucking clowns. They're creepy as shit and have no right being a thing. Whoever invented them should rot in fucking hell.”

“Let’s keep the swearing to a minimum shall we, i’m not exactly in the mood to pay the station extra,” The crowd laughed. Jason rolled his eyes.

“Ok next question for Spoiler from @RedHoodxRedRobin, uh huh, so the question ‘What is it like being the baddest, most awesome, and most beautiful member of the Bat Clan?’ ”

“Oh its fu- sorry freaking awesome. Yeah it’s kinda hard not gonna lie, being this amazing, but I got it handled,” She smirked and flipped her hair.

“What. Fucking. Ever! Stop lying to the people’s faces you bitch,” Red Hood laughed, giving her a baffled look. 

“Naughty boy, no potty mouths remember?” Spoiler tsked. Red Hood rolled his eyes. 

“Alrighty last but certainly not least is @kermitTheFROOOOG with a question for Red Robin. ‘Why do you always have coffee on you?’ That's a good question, I’ve been wondering myself,” Red Robin blushed. He mumbled something under his breath. “I’m sorry?”

“It's my only source of survival. It is also the only thing that I love on this Earth, it keeps me alive every day,” Red Robin nodded. The room went silent.

“Uh huh…”

“Oh come onnnnn! There are pleeeenty of other things keeping you here! For instance… MY HUGS!” With that, Nightwing flung himself at Red Robin wrapping his arms around him. Red Robin tried valiantly to escape but couldn’t. Resigning himself to his fate, he went limp in Nightwings arms as the older boy snuggled him.

“No. Your hugs are one of the many things inching me closer to death every day,” the younger boy grumbled out. Nightwing instantly retracted his arms with a kicked puppy expression on his face.

“Oh,” He turned away from Red Robin.

“YOU LITTLE SHIT! LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO BIG BIRD! SAY SORRY RIGHT FUCKING NOW OR I WILL MAKE YOU REGRET THE DAY YOU WERE FUCKING BORN!” Red Hood jumped up from his spot on the ground and pinned Red Robin against the back of the couch. 

“SHIT!” Red Robin threw a punch at Hood’s face, knocking him back a little, however, the older boy still had a strong grip on the others' uniform.

“Sorry! OK SHIT! I’m sorry Wing I didn’t mean it.” Red Robin turned to look at his older brother. “Please forgive me. I love your hugs.” He slowly and gently wrapped his arms around the blue vigilante. Nightwing brightened considerably and hugged him back.

“S’okay Red! I’ll always love you!” The crowd awed. Red Hood gave Red Robin one last glare before turning his attention back to Danny. 

“Awe. I didn’t know how adorable this group was!” Danny looked over at the vigilantes. All of them turned to give the host a glare. Batman and Robin let out a small growl. Danny shrunk and looked away from their gaze, clearly uncomfortable with the reaction he got. 

“Alright! Up next we are going to play a game! We will split you seven into two different groups, one will have an odd amount but we will fix that. The missing spots will be filled with people from the audience!” The crowd erupted into a fit of screams and cheers. Women and men begging to be picked in order to get up close to the vigilantes. Batman grunted. 

“I won’t be participating in this game. I will let the kids play.” The crowd let out a whine, disappointed that the Dark Knight wouldn’t be participating. 

“Well then we will have an equal number of bats and an equal number of audience members on each team! Ok so team one Red Hood, Spoiler, and Robin! Team two will consist of Nightwing, Red Robin, and Orphan 

“TT I WILL NOT BE SUBJECTED TO THIS UNEARTHLY TOTURE! FATGIRL AND ZOMBIE IMBECILE?!? I REFUSE!” Robin screamed. Nightwing rushed over to the boy and shushed him, calmingly rubbing circles on his back. Spoiler and Red Hood both abruptly turned to face the young boy. 

“You little asshole, I didn't want to be on your fucking side anway!” Spoiler spat, punching him in the knee. 

“Shut the fuck up demon spawn. No one wants to hear your tiny words coming from that tiny mouth,” Red Hood growled, glaring at Robin. 

“Guys come on, play nice for the host! Here I’ll switch with Robin. Is that ok Baby Bird?” NIghtwing kneeled down to be eye level with the boy.

“Tt I suppose that will be sufficient,” Robin nodded. Danny grinned and started speaking to the crowd.

“We will be pulling your names at random. This means no one needs to fight over who gets to be up here. We need to keep this as calm and safe as possible. If your name doesn’t get called, please do not resort to violence! If you would all pick up the pens and paper under your chairs and write your names. Someone will be around to collect them soon.” The audience eagerly wrote down their names and passed them up. Excited whispers filled the crowd. The slips of paper were thrown into a large, clear, plastic jar where it was shaken up. Danny walked over to the jar, opened the lid, and slipped his hand inside, grabbing a piece of paper. 

“The first name is....drumroll please…” A drumroll sounded from the band. “STEPHANIE!” Spoiler’s head snapped up in surprise, before ducking down again. Red Robin and Nightwing chuckled quietly. A petite girl with long, brown, flowing hair, came running down from the audience. She leapt up onto the stage and stood beside the host’s desk. 

“Alright Stephanie, how old are you?”

“21!” 

“Alright! Stephanie, if you would just stay put for now! The second name is...GARY!” An overweight middle aged man strolled down the aisle. He stood next to Stephanie.

“Hi Gary, nice to meet you. And how old might you be?” 

“42.” 

“Ok then. If you would please stand next to Stephanie there while we get the rest of the members of this game. The third lucky person joining us today is...JULIA!” A tall woman with black hair made her way to the stage smirking and waving at the Bats on the couch. Nightwing furrowed his brows while Orphan cocked her head to the side. 

“Lovely and how old are you?”

“25,” she whispered huskily, winking at the Bats. Robin made a gagging gesture and Red Robin shuddered.

“Ok, the fourth person that will be joining us is...BRIAN!” A tall, large built man came waltzing down the stairs smuggly. He grinned devilishly at the bats before making his way beside Julia. 

“And how old are you Brian?” 

“32.” 

“Alright. AMY! You will be the fifth person that will join us today!” A short, teenage girl came running down the stairs, practically throwing herself onto the stage. 

“Hello dear, how old might you be?”

“I’m 16!”

“Oh how young you are! Finally we have TREVOR. The last person joining the game !” Another muscular man ran down the ramp. He smirked in the bats direction.

“How old are you?”

“30.”

“Great! Now that we have our teams, let the games commence!” The lights went out on the stage and the curtains opened to reveal a large bin full of multi-colored and sized balls. The back half of the stage was cleared out to reveal a giant trampoline split down the middle. The crowd cheered as they realized what was about to happen. Nightwing and Red Hood shared a smirk. 

“OK SO! Brian, Trevor, and Amy, you guys will be on the team with Nightwing, Red Hood, and Spoiler,” Nightwing gave the trio a big smile while Spoiler and Hood gave small waves. 

“That leaves Stephanie, Gary, and Julia on the team with Red Robin, Orphan, and Robin,” Both Red Robin and Orphan waved and smiled while Robin resorted to a grunt and sniffing haughtily. When he noticed Batman glaring at him, he huffed and gave a small wave.

“OK! So we are going to play dodgeball but with a twist! You twelve must prevent yourselves from getting hit by the balls while playing the floor is lava! Yes you must survive the lava that is the floor and the balls getting thrown at you at the same time. This will probably be easier for the vigilanties, after all they kick butt out in Gotham, you must protect your teammates as well. The last team standing wins!” The crowd cheered as the two teams moved to their respective side of the trampoline. 

“Alright bithces here's the game plan. Robin and Orphan will be our biggest targets. Orphan can poof around like a ghost and Robin is just a little asshole with a little body that is hard to hit. So, that being said, we need to keep an eye on them!” Spoiler started pounding her fist into her hand. “We WILL win, got it?!” 

“Someone excited,” Hood whispered into Nightwing’s ear. The older boy nodded and snickered in agreement. Spoiler nods at them then starts making her way to their side of the trampoline rink. They formed a line starting with Spoiler being at the left end, Gary just to the right of her, Nightwing to the right of Trevor, Brian to the right of Nightwing, Red Hood to the right of Brian, and Amy to the right of Red Hood. Nightwing, Red Hood, and Spoiler shared a smirk. They were going to crush the competition.

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Robin led the five older men and women to their side of the trampoline. He let out a huff of annoyance as he saw his older siblings, and friend, on the other side of the arena, huddled in a group. 

“Tt, we need a plan to win the idiotic game. I will not stand losing to those imbeciles,” Robin turned to face the others on his team. 

“Robin’s right. Let's just focus on getting Nightwing, Red Hood, and Spoiler out first. Nightwing is very flexible so we need someone with good aim to get him out. Red Hood is bigger so he would be easier to get out than the others. However he has a stronger arm so we need to watch the balls he throws. Spoiler is sly and sneaky so I think Orphan would be the only match for her,” Red Robin stated, his eyes assessing every member of the other team. “Then we could shift our attention to Brian and Trevor, they look strong and very capable. Amy should be fairly easy to get out because she is excited so her aim will most likely be off, the only difficulty would be her body size. She’s smaller than Spoiler.” 

“Yes but...Spoiler taunts. Doesn’t guard self properly,” Orphan argued. “She...easy target if distracted. Easily distracted too.” Red Robin nodded.

“True, but still. You focus on her, I’ll try to get Wing, and Robin, Hood,” Robin made a disgusted noise and turned up his nose.

“Tt why do I get Red Hood? He is merely a gnat. A nuisance. Not a proper target for someone with my skill,” R.R. rolled his eyes. Orphan put her hand on Robin’s shoulder and signed-

Come on Dames. Just focus on the task. Think about telling Jason you got him out. A predatory grin spread across Robin’s face. He nodded to Orphan.

“Alright, I will get Hood out,” Red Robin sighed and glanced at Orphan thankfully. 

“Gary, can you try to get Brian out? He is the largest on the team so it should be easy to hit him. You just have to watch his throw, he looks extremely strong and capable,” Red Robin asked, turning his attention to the older man on their team. Gary let out a grunt. 

“Stepahnie you can focus on getting Amy. You both look very flexible so she should be a good target for you,” Stephanie smiled. 

“You bet Red Robin!” 

“That leaves you, Julia. You look like you have a strong arm,” Red Robin paused, waiting for a nod from the older lady. When she nodded he continued. “It’s probably not as strong as Trevor but you look like you can handle yourself. Is that ok with you?” Julia smiled. 

“It would be my pleasure.” 

“OH and just because you are only focusing on one person doesn't mean you can’t attempt getting the others out. If you see an opening, take it,” The team nodded in confirmation. 

“Okay are both teams ready?” Danny glanced to both sides of the rink. When both of the teams gave a nod to Danny the lights dimmed. 

“ALRIGHTY! Ladies and Gents this is the moment you’ve all been waiting for! LET THE GAMES....COMMENCE!” A large net opened above the arena, 50 or so balls dropped from the ceiling and onto the trampolines. Nightwing was the first to move. He sprinted towards the balls, doing flips over the openings in the trampoline (those signifying lava) before landing into a somersault. He swiped four balls before running, and flipping, back to the edge of the trampoline. He passed two of the balls to Red Hood who nodded his thanks. 

“Wow thanks for the balls, Wing!” Spoiler flipped him off before launching herself into the air. She grabbed a hold of a pipe that was placed above the trampoline and swung herself towards the pile of colored balls. 

“I ONLY HAVE TWO HANDS AND YOU WERE ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE! SORRY!” Nightwing called after her. He winced while Red Hood let out a laugh. They both made eye contact before launching a ball, one each, at their opponents. Nightwing aiming for Robin and Hood aiming for Red Robin. They had let Spoiler get Orphan, knowing the younger girl was very competitive with her girlfriend. 

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Robin threw a ball at Red Hood while he was distracted with Red Robin. However, nothing ever seems to go Robin’s way as Nightwing quickly noticed and threw his ball to intercept it. Robin looked at him, shocked, while Nightwing gave him a cheeky grin and wink. Robin growled and picked up another ball, running forward to hit him. Suddenly, Robin disappeared. Nightwing stared at the spot his little brother once was, slowly creeping towards the border line. Once there, he peeked over and saw Robin splashing around in an orangish liquid. Nightwing blinked then snickered. His snickering turned into full belly laughs as the speaker above sounded. 

“ROBIN OUT BY LAVA!” Robin scowled and pulled himself out of the orange pool. He trudged over to the bench, still hearing Nightwings laughs. He started squeezing the liquid out from his cape. Nightwing vaguely thought he looked like a wet kitten. Batman let out a chuckle before walking over to his son, handing him a towel. Robin let out a growl, snatching the towel out of his father’s hand and whipping it angrily over his face. Scratch that, A wet, grumpy, kitten. Nightwing let out a little aww before focusing back on the game. He surveyed the field. On the other team, Gary was crouching on the floor, one ball beneath him and one in his hand, he followed the older man's gaze to Brian, who also had two balls, however both of them were in his hand. Nightwing looked back over to the other team, seeing Julia and Stephanie, side by side with a pile of balls behind them. They were throwing one after another towards Amy and Trevor. Nightwing tilted his head to the side, he had yet to spot his two younger siblings which was not a good sign. He was snapped out of his thoughts by the speaker sounding above him.

“AMY OUT BY STEPHANIE!” Amy pouted as she trudged over to the bench on their side of the arena. Stephanie and Julia shared a short victory before turning their attention back to the game. 

Nightwing spotted Red Hood in the midst of throwing a ball at a target. Following the direction of the ball, he saw Red Robin. 

Good now I only need to find- His thought was cut off by the feeling of eyes boring into the back of his skull. On instinct he flipped into the air and over the ball that was thrown at him. He turned mid air and spotted... Cass. He grinned and scooped up a ball. He moved to throw it, but Orphan had disappeared. DAMNIT. He growled, turning back to Red Hood's direction. Oh shit. Orphan was making her way over to the distracted Red Hood. He took off sprinting and flipping in his direction, before jumping in front of Red Hood. He grunted as a ball hit him in, well, the balls. Nightwing fell to the ground, holding his man parts. Red Hood shouted at the ref. Through the pain he could make out what Red Hood and Red Robin were arguing about with the referee. 

“THAT’S AN ILLEGAL SHOT! THE MAN JEWELS SHOULD BE OFF LIMITS!” Red Hood threw his hands in the air.

“BULLSHIT! I HIT HIM FAIR AND SQUARE ASSHOLE! YOU'RE JUST MAD THAT THE BEST PERSON ON YOUR TEAM JUST GOT HIT!” Red Robin fired back. The ref blew his whistle. 

“ILLEGAL HIT, NIGHTWING STILL IN!”

“FUCK!” 

“YES!” Red Hood knelt down to Nightwing and grabbed his hand, pulling him up.

“Thanks buddy,” Red Hood patted his back. Nightwing winced and gave him his best smile. It looked more like a grimace. Red Hood chuckled. Hearing a shout at the other side of the rink, both boys turned. Spoiler was standing with her hands up, cheering. Both Stephanie and Julia were on the ground, rubbing their stomachs. Behind Spoiler they saw Brian smirking. He creeped up behind her and grabbed her. Spoiler shrieked, thrashing around in his hold until a gun was held against her head.  

“SPOILER!” Orphan screamed, pulling her sword from the sheath placed on her back. Red Robin extended his bo staff while Nightwing pulled out his escrima sticks and Hood pulled out a gun. Batman and Robin both snapped their attention to the arena, Robin pulling out a sword of his own and Batman reaching for a batarang hooked to his belt. 

“Let. Her. GO!” Nightwing ground out, pressing a button which made his escrima sticks crackle to life with electricity. The studio was dead silent. The crowd had quit their cheers and were now frozen in fear and shock. Danny was crouched behind his desk while the managing crew behind the curtains were staring at the vigilantes in shock. Gary had made his way over to the edge of the trampoline before Trevor pulled out a gun of his own and pointed it at him, daring him to move. Gary dropped to his knees and threw his hands into the air. His eyes snapped from the vigilantes to the men with guns. 

“Now we don’t want any trouble. Just let Spoiler go and we’ll talk this out ok?” Nightwing said, breathing in deeply, watching out of the corner of his eye as Batman and Robin slowly made their way onto the trampoline. 

“Now why would we give up the only thing preventing you from attacking us?” Brain said slowly, pressing the gun harder against Spoiler’s temple. She let out a grunt of pain before grinding her teeth together. Trevor waked over to Brian’s side, the gun in his hand drifting from one vigliante to another, then back to poor Gary. Gary yelped and trembled as Trevor pointed the gun at him again. Then, Trevor let out a disgusted noise, looking down at Gary’s crotch. Red Hood followed his gaze and saw the area wet.

“Hey, leave him out of this, he’s just a civilian,” Red Hood growled before positioning his body in front of the man on the ground and aiming his gun at Trevor’s head. Trevor rolled his eyes. 

“Fucking vigilantes. You think you have control here? Remind me again… who exactly has the hostage…?” Trevor smirked and glanced over to where Brian and Spoiler were. He hesitated a moment when he saw the apparently bored expression on the purple clad vigilantes face. 

“What do you want?” Batman stated camly. His hands were dropped lazaly at his side but his body language screamed danger. Robin stood next to him, clenching his sword and scowling at the gunmen.

“Ah the Dark Knight himself,” Brian laughed, “You don’t look that threatening in the light as you do in the dark alleyways!” 

“Hang on a sec,” Spoiler spoke up. “Hey mister big guy can you like...shift a bit, you're hurting my wrist,” Brian growled at her and didn’t move. “Ugh rude. Anyway, hey Danny, is this still live? ‘Cause like I’m having my main character moment and I need people to see it.” Batman’s eyes narrowed while Red Hood let out a laugh. Red Robin groaned at his best friend before his eyes lit up. Of course, nobody could see his eyes lighting up due to the white lensed domino mask. He glanced at the two men before stealthily making his way off the trampoline. Nightwing saw him and called out to both Trevor and Brian. 

“Hey, dumb and dumber what exactly are your plans? Are you guys trying to ya know, bounce the competition out of the rink ? Eh eh?” Nightwing grinned at his pun, successfully pulling the attention away from his retreating brother. The gunmen and batfam groaned. 

“ NOT. THE. TIME. NIGHTWING ” Batman growled, risking a glance at his oldest.

“What B? A man’s gotta crack a joke once in his life,” Nightwing chuckled. 

“Which would be fine if it was ONCE in your life, not every two fucking seconds,” Red Hood threw his hands up. Nightwing simply smirked at him, discreetly checking to make sure Red Robin had gotten away. 

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Red Robin made his way to the rafters. He glanced down at the scene below him. He would have to time his attack perfectly. Red Robin looked over to where his family was. He caught Robin looking around for him. 

Perfect. He pulled a mirror out of his pocket and glinted the light into Robin’s eyes. Robin grunted moving out of the glare. Red Robin groaned, adjusting the mirror into his eyes again. Robin growled and moved out of the way again. R.R. started aggressively moving the light up and down in his face that would get his attention. Robin finally snapped his head up and spotted him. He glared at his older brother before schooling his face into a neutral expression. Red Robin began performing morse code with the light.

Distract Brian. Get him to move the gun so I can jump on him. Robin let out a miniscule nod. 

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Robin decided on how to get the thugs' attention. He could either attack them and risk him or his family getting shot or insult them and risk him or his family getting shot. He sighed. Robin figured insulting the men would work better for Red Robin's plan. He grunted before speaking, glaring at the men.

“Tt you would think these disgusting, brainless, useless, imbecilic, whores would know they could never win against the Bat Clan,” Robin growled. Nightwing, Orphan, and Red Hood looked over to their youngest brother, shock clearly written across their faces. Batman slightly looked over at his son with shock, also, written on his face however a normal civilian could not detect the emotion. The statement must have shocked the gunmen too, for they both sttudereted and looked over at the youngest vigilante in anger. 

“What the fuck did you say to us kid?” Brain growled. Trevor narrowed his eyes as he pulled out another gun, so he could keep one on the older vigilantes and the other on one half of the dynamic duo. 

Damn, I suppose I should’ve tried to get them talking instead. Tt, there is no backing out now. 

“Oh you’re deaf too? Tt, how you got the drop on us is beyond me. You are nothing compared to what we deal with on a daily basis. You call yourselves villains. Hah. You are just fucking miniscule. You won’t even make us lose sleep you revolting, stupid, puny asshats.” Orphan and Red Hood’s mouths dropped open, both starting, flabbergasted at Robin. 

“DUDE! Shut. Up. You're making them angry which will make matters worse!” Nightwing whispered through clenched teeth. Both of his brows were furrowed together and eyes were narrowed even more. How he could see anymore was beyond anyone else. His face displayed a mixture of shock and distress. He could hear gasps and murmurs from the crowd behind him.

“I am just speaking the truth. They even went after the weakest link. No offense Spoiler,” Spoiler scoffed. “They couldn’t even bother taking on a more dangerous member. What do you think you are gaining from holding a gun up to her head? Do you think she could take you out without it? Hah you must be dumber than you look,” Robin smirked as Brian aimed the gun away from Spoiler’s head. “Bingo.” 

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Red Robin was silently laughing as Robin insulted the gunmen. He had to admit, the kid was creative. He snickered as the man holding Spoiler- Brian was it? Robin was right, they weren’t going to lose any sleep over them- and prepared his plan. He pulled out two tranquilizers in each hand before taking a deep breath and dropping down. He landed on Brian's shoulders and shoved both needles into his neck. The man gasped and pulled the trigger as he fell. 

Shit. Tim glanced around. Spoiler shouted and fell, gripping at her ears. The other members dropped to the ground and the crowd screamed. 

“What the actual FUCK DUDE? That was loud!” Spoiler shouted over the ringing in her ears. 

“Sorry, is anyone hit?!?” Tim surveyed the room. All his brothers appeared fine, but then again they were masters at hiding injuries. He glanced over at Orphan and saw her engaging with Trevor. Batman had gotten up as well. Nightwing and Red Hood shouted confirmation of their health as they ran over to help Orphan. Not that she needed it. She was currently attacking the man as he tried to dodge her blows. Orphan landed a hit to his nose, throat, and groin in rapid succession before dropping to the ground and sweeping his feet out from underneath him. Trevor fell with a grunt and Orphan finished him with a sharp elbow to the face. He laid still by the time the two boys reached her. Nightwing chuckled and Red Hood grunted. She gave both boys a high five. Spoiler gave her girlfriend a thumbs up and a big smile before glancing over at the man who was lying on the ground a couple feet away from her. She marched over to him, landing a solid kick to his face and ribs. 

“HA BITCH! Who’s the tough one now?” She asked, well aware that he couldn’t respond, before flipping him off with both of her hands. Red Robin rolled his eyes, but grinned. Spoiler turned back to the crowd before giving a dramatic bow. 

“THANK YOU! THANK YOU EVERYONE!” 

“Wait who won?” Nightwing asked, looking over at his family. Both teams erupted into an argument, both sides giving reasons why they won.

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“Dick, Jason, I’m sending both of you under for this one. We need to focus all of our attention on this gang.” Bruce said with a monotone voice. Dick and Jason shared a smirk.

“Tt, father, don’t you think I would be more capable? After all, I am a young, innocent, eleven year old, which is an advantage the gang could use.” Damian said, crossing his arms. Bruce’s mouth twitched upwards. 

“Yes, I'm sure you do, Damian. However, they are going undercover as victims, not members,” Both Dick and Jason started protesting at that. Bruce held up a hand to silence them. “HOWEVER! There is a small… twist,” Bruce smirked at them. Dick and Jason glance, dread filling them. 

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“I fucking hate B,” Jason grumbled, pushing himslef off the wall and throwing his arm around Dick’s shoulders. 

“Yeah…” Dick sighed, running hand through his hair. “Yeah I do too sometimes,” 

“Let’s just get this shit done with,”

“Yeah, but we should definitely… repay Bruce for this,” Dick smirked at Jason. Jason responded with a coy grin. 

“Oh yeah, for sure,” They walked the rest of the way in silence. When they reached the hotel that all of the victims had gone to, they both shook the snow off their heads and jackets before Jason opened the door, gesturing for Dick to go inside. Dick took a deep breath, then grabbed Jason’s hand and strolled in. He pulled the taller boy towards him and pecked his cheek, inwardly gagging. Jason smiled down at him and nuzzled his hair. Dick forced a giggle before cuddling into his brother's side.

“Aww you two are adorable!” A woman walking by grinned at them. Dick blushed. Jason, not facing the lady, pouted before plastering on a grin and turning to her. Dick stifled a laugh at Jason’s face.

“Why thank you, its all him,” Jason pulled Dick closer- was that even possible?!- and rubbed his back. Dick hid his face in Jason’s chest still blushing at the idea of him and Jason being “adorable together”. The thought made him gag. 

“Aww well have a good day you two!” The woman smiled at them then turned away. Jason took it upon himself to put a little distance in between him and his brother. He gently pushed him away and grabbed Dick’s hand. Dick smiled at him. 

“C’mon bunny,” Dick scowled at the nickname. Jason smirked. “We need to check in, then we can cuddle all. You. Want,” Jason accentuated his words by booping Dick on the nose. Dick “smiled” at Jason, hoping his eyes conveyed his message of I fucking hate you right now. He must’ve done a good job because Jason snickered. Dick sighed before grabbing Jason’s wrist and leading him towards the hotel's front desk. The gang was picking off male, gay couples from this hotel. Bruce, the asshole, thought it would be a good idea to send in his two eldest boys. They were the only ones fit for the operative. Cass and Steph were both girls and Tim and Damian were too young. Not that Dick and Jason didn’t look young, but they were the only other option. After finding out what the job entailed, Damian had happily left the room shouting good luck with a snicker. Jason growled. That bastard. He was pulled out of his thoughts when Dick started speaking to the lady at the desk.

“Hello! My boyfriend and I are here for our room. We checked in over the phone a few hours ago. The name should be under Grant Fredshire?” The lady checked her book before nodding.

“Right this way Mr. Fredshire!” Jason and Dick followed the lady to the elevator. Both boys stepped inside and stood on the opposite side than the lady at the front desk. Either she was not a talkative person or she sensed the tension between the two boys, for she did not talk the entire ride to the top floor. The elevator let out a shrill ding before the doors opened, leading to a brightly light hallway. The lady, whose name was apparently Dannielle based on the nametag, led them to the biggest, most luxurious room in the hotel. They had paid in cash so no one could track the card back to the Wayne’s. She slipped a keycard from her pocket and swiped it over the door handle, a light flashed green and the door slowly opened. Dannielle looked remorseful as she hesitantly handed over the key card. She gave them a tightlipped smile,

“I hope you enjoy your stay,” Dannielle turned and walked towards the elevator. Jason and Dick shared a confused look before Jason shrugged his shoulders and pushed his way past the heavy door. 

“Weird...that’s a heavy ass door,” Dick shook his head before following his younger brother inside the room. 

“Where the fuck is the light switch?” Jason asked feeling along the wall for any sign of a switch. Dick started dragging his hands across the other wall.

“What? Does this place not have a switch or somethin?” Dick continued dragging his hand across the wall, getting frustrated by the fact they couldn’t find the light switch.  The wall paper felt nice though. 

“How the fuck should I know, I’m new here too asshat,”

“Jeez,”

“Fuck you,

“Oh my god I found it!!” Dick flicked the light switch on. On the bed two large men sat. Dick stared at them.“Oh my god there's creepy men in our bed. OH MY GOD DO YOU THINK THEY’RE GAY?!?” They men let out a disgusted sound.

“Ew fucking f*g. No, we are not fucking gay . Unlike you two whores,” One of the men- a shorter man- stood up and grabbed a gun from the side table. “Hands up pretty boys”

“I dunno seems pretty fruity to me,” Jason glanced at the man. Dick nodded. The thug growled at them.

“Say that again and I’ll shoot you right here, right now!” 

“What fruity? Jeez you're an insensitive asshole,” Jason rolled his eyes. The other man- this one taller- lunged at Jason. He pressed him against the wall, holding a gun up to his head.

“You little fucker. I’m gonna kill you slowly. But first… Well,” The man smirked, turning to Dick, “I’m going to make you watch your little fuckboy die.”

“Hey, I'm not a fuckboy!! You're the fuckboy, the way you're pressing your dick into him. I mean honestly how can you not be gay, the way your acting, you could fool anyone!” Dick snorted. Shortie marched over to him grabbing his hair and throwing him on the bed.

“Kinky,” Dick muttered. Shortie’s face turned a comical red and he growled. “THAT’S IT!” The taller man threw himself on top of Dick, straddling his waist and wrapping his hands around the young man’s throat. 

“Kinky,” Dick reptead, gasping for breath this time. As the tall man quit choking Dick out and resorted to throwing punch after punch to his face, chest, and stomach. He grabbed Dick by the hair and yanked him off the bed, throwing him roughly to the floor. Dick landed on his back, the wind rushing from his lungs on impact of the carpeted floor. He bent down and grabbed a handful of Dick’s curls before slamming his head into the floor, causing black dots to make their way into the young man’s vision. He let go of his hair and bent down, tall guy’s face was inches away from Dick’s

“You're a dead man you hear me kid. I’m gonna fuck you up so bad your moma won’t even recoginze you,” Dick narrowed his eyes and growled at his attacker. 

“D’nt talk about my fu’kn mom” The tall man grinned.

“Oops, hit a soft spot didn’t I?” His face disappeared from Dick’s view. He straightened himself up before delivering brutal kicks to the kid’s ribs and back, laughing full heartedly when he felt them crack and break beneath his feet. Dick curled into himself, covering his head with his arms. 

Shit, We need to contact B . Dick was pulled out of his thoughts by his head being slammed into the ground, again. The tall man grabbed his left shoulder tightly before slamming it too, into the ground. Dick heard a loud pop and he let out a groan. 

“Aww did that hurt?” The tall man laughed. Dick’s eyes caught something shiny in the man’s hand

Aw shit. He felt the blade penetrate his left shoulder. Correction, his left Dislocated shoulder. He let out a small scream as he felt the blade scrape against his bone. 

“Can't have you doin’ that pretty boy,” The tall man pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. He tied it around his blood matted hair before shoving it into his mouth. Dick grunted as his head hit the floor for a third time. This time a sickening crack was heard and it echoed throughout the room. 

“Well that didn’t sound good,” The tall man laughed, again. He gave the knife a twist before yanking it out. Dick’s vision went white as he felt the balde leave his body. White hot flames ran their way down his arm, making his fingertips tingle. He let out a small cough and a groan. When his vision came back to normal he saw the man licking the blood from the knife. Dick scrunched up his face in disgust, which apparently angered the man as he plunged the knife into his stomach, twisting it left and right for good measure. He pulled the blade out again, watching as a steady stream of blood flowed from the wound and stained the kid's shirt. The tall man smirked before giving Dick’s stomach a swift but hard kick, causing the boy’s vision to go white and lose the battle with consciousness. 

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Shortie marched over to Jason.

“I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR SHIT! FINE, KARL WHILE YOUR WORKING ON HIM, I’M MESSING UP HIS BOYTOY!” Jason winked at the tall man, blowing a kiss. He was rewarded with a punch in the face. Jason fell. The short man kicked him in the ribs. He threw himself on top of Jason and started raining punches on him. The man pulled out brass knuckles and began aiming for more lethal and painful spots. Jason groaned and spat out a glob of blood.

He brought his head up, before receiving a stomp to the face. Jason’s head hit the floor with a crack and he saw stars. He glanced over to where Dick was. The short man was hovering over him, talking to him about something that apparently pissed Dick off. His view was abruptly cut short- no pun intended- when Shortie pulled out a taser and smirked down at him. He gripped Jason’s collar and snarled.

“No more mister nice guy assface,” The man grinned and jabbed the taser into the boy's neck. Jason felt white hot pain shoot through his body. He thought he could vaguely hear a scream, but didn’t dwell on it. After all, the man had just stopped the electricity flow. He gasped for breath, his eyes watering. Shortie smirked. He pulled out a bottle with some sort of liquid, pliers, and a container with some sort of powder. Jason glanced at it half-heartedly. His mind registered that something bad was going to happen. It unhelpfully supplied one word however. Shit. Shortie grabbed the pliers ripping off a fingernail, then pouring the liquid- which turned out to be rubbing alcohol- and the powder- which turned out to be salt- in the wound. He gasped and jerked away. The man tsked. 

“Oh no you don’t,” He yanked Jason closer and clamped the pliers around his Adam's apple. Jason gasped and sputtered. The man turned, grabbing something out of his bag.

“You see, crushing an Adam’s apple can cause severe damage. It can either cause A. minor vocal cord weakness/damage. B. significant respiratory. Or- and my personal favorite- death! It’s sort of a russian roulette if you will,” The man smirked at Jason’s wide eyes. Jason caught sight of something glinting in the man’s hand. Shortie grasped Jason’s hair and pulled him into his lap. The shiny object in his hand turned out to be a package of nails. In his other hand he held a hammer. Shortie grinned sadistically and lined up a nail and the hammer against Jason’s skull. He brought the hammer down and Jason felt blinding pain shoot through his skull. His vision blacked out. When he came to, he felt a warm liquid dripping down his face. Jason tried to reach his hand up and touch his skull, but something was keeping his hand away. 

“Awww you're awake. About fucking time,” He saw a man leaning over him and everything came back to him. He groaned and dropped his hand. The man grinned. Jason mentally catalogued his body. He felt three nails in his head, one in his hand, one in his knee, and two in his stomach. He groaned, the man lined up one against his neck. Jason squeezed his eyes shut. This was the end.

“ALRIGHT! ENOUGH!” Another man walked out of the shadows. Both men halted their assaults on the boy’s at their feet immediately. Jason let out a rush of air breathing in quick breathes. OH THANK FUCKING GOD! He dropped his head to the ground still breathing heavily. He noticed how hard it was to breath and remembered the clamp. He reached up his hand and quickly yanked it off. He took in a deep breath, coughing and dry heaving. Shortie grumbled something about his saviour being no fun. Jason couldn’t agree less. He scanned the room, looking for his older brother and any more men that had decided to join the “fun”. He glanced towards the balcony doors and saw a body lying on the floor, blood pooling around its head and torso. 

Dickie! Jason pulled himself up and slowly crawled over to Dick. He cried out as one of the nails in his stomach caught on part of the carpet. He let out short bursts of air. Praying to whoever was listening that the pliers caused minor vocal cord damage and not severe respiratory damage. Knowing his luck, however, he will soon be dead from that stupid ass clamp. Jason groaned and resumed crawling. He needed to get to Dick. He heard a chuckle

behind him. Then, Jason felt a searing pain shoot through his spine. He couldn’t stand it. He screamed.

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Dick felt like he had been hit by a truck. A semi truck with nails and knives sticking from the hood. He groaned and rolled onto his back, holding back a scream as he pulled the gaping hole in his stomach. He felt blood start to flow from the wound again. It was hot and sticky which made his stomach and hands feel gross and slimy. 

Where the fuck is B . He attempted to lift his head from the floor, only to be met with his vision going white and searing pain shooting down his neck. Dick let out another groan, which he realised was muffled by the gag that was still in his mouth. He lifted his good arm up, only to have someone, or something, grab it, twisting his wrist painfully. He gasped as he heard a snap and hot pain shot up his arm. Tears threatened to fall, but Dick wasn’t about to give them that satisfaction, he had already screamed once, even if it was a pathetic one. He looked over to the other side of the room and felt his heart stop. Jason was lying face down on the ground and some asshat was taking a blowtorch to his back. Dick felt his adrenaline and need to protect his baby brother kick in. He stood with difficulty and charged the blowtorch weilding fucker, letting out a battle cry. Dick tackled the man and started punching him, ignoring the pain from his wounds. This asshole needed to die. Dick wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings and he definitely didn’t hear the sound door slam open. He didn’t see his family flood into the blood covered room. Didn’t feel Batman pulling him off the man. Didn’t feel the bullet that entered his knee or back. He didn’t even notice he was on the ground until he was being turned over by careful hands. He didn’t see the man unload his gun into his little brother before being tackled by Spoiler and Red Robin. But then he did. And then...well he passed out.

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Dick gasped. He sat up, then instantly regretted it. He fell down, letting out a scream of pain. His vision went blurry. He could vaguely make out the outline of two figures rushing towards him. One of them was looking at something above his head, probably his stats while the other grabbed his hand with one hand and the other gently ran through his hair. He heard, what he thought, was encouraging and safe words being whispered into his ear. 

“Going to be ok”

“Safe”

“Manor”

 “Love you Chum”  

“You are my sunshine”

A Few Weeks Later

The family was sitting around the dining table, laughing and smiling. Jason was currently in the middle of sharing a story about one of his early days as Robin. Bruce was casually interjecting on certain details. Alfred sighed from the shadows. He smiled, then walked back into the kitchen. With a gentle smile on his face, he carried out dessert, hearing a chorus of yes. Alfred looked up at the sky, thanking whoever was watching over them for keeping his family together. They may not be healed, but at least they were alive.

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A/N: THIS IS NOT INCEST! They were only acting as a couple for the undercover operation. We do not ship any of the bat kids with their siblings (Steph wasn't adopted by Bruce so we ship her with Cass) We ourselves are siblings and find that inherently disgusting. So, yeah. No incest. 

AND FOR THE RECORD! We are not homophobic either. I hope no one took it that way, but just to be safe, this is not homophobia. We chose them to be gay due to the prompt of Dick and Jason. There is no homophobia, transphobia, racism, or anything like that here. This is a safe place. Glad we cleared that up.

We also wanted to clear up the ages since a lot of people see the Bat Clan as a bunch of different ages

Bruce:45

Dick: 20

Jason: 17

Tim: 15

Damian: 11

Cass: 18

Steph: 16

Have a great day everybody!!! Also if you want to leave any prompt ideas that would be great!

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Dick Grayson felt numb. He could feel in every sense of the word but emotion. He could, for instance, feel the chill of the wind against his skin. He couldn’t, however, feel the chill that crept up his spine with the thought of his family. He sighed. His family. Dick glanced over the edge of the building. They would be so much better off without him. No more fights because of him, no more fights because of what he did, no more suffering for his brothers. Once he was gone, they didn’t have to cringe or lash out because of something he said. They would be so much happier. All he ever did was drag them down. Jason had made that abundantly clear when he punched him after Dick brought up his dad. He deserved it. He smiled, tears falling down his face. Tim would probably grow up to be a genius billionaire inheriting Wayne Industries. He would have everything controlled, after all it was Tim. Jason would either open up a library, orphanage, or shelter for kids in need. His brother always had a heart of gold and a soft spot for kids. Damian, well, he wasn’t too sure about him. He could open up a zoo, but he wouldn’t want to deal with the people. Unless he just worked on a farm. Dick smiled. That’s probably what he’d do. Cass would open a school for the disabled, teaching them how to communicate and defend themselves properly. Steph would almost definitely open a bakery, hiring kids in need. They would all be sad for a while, but they’d get over him. Dick didn’t deserve their grief. Didn’t deserve anything really. He was just a waste of space. A waste of oxygen. He laughed bitterly. It was kind of cliche. He was a trapeze artist, yet he was going out by jumping, by falling. Just like his parents. His parents. They would be so disappointed in him. He didn’t live up to their name. He didn’t keep Jason from dying. He didn’t keep Damian from dying. He didn’t keep his fucking parents from dying. Why was he even on this Earth when all he could do was fail? He was a good for nothing piece of shit. Why did Bruce even adopt him? Dick wasn’t doing him any favors. He was just a fuck up put on this planet to make others see what a true failure looked like. He smiled, looking up at the stars. At least he was doing one thing right. He was giving his family a chance to actually have a good life. With that last though, he jumped.

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Bruce’s heart shattered when he got the phone call. He was sitting in a WE board meeting with LexCorp and some rich men from Central City and Coast City. Oliver Queen was there as well, that bastard. But none of that mattered when he heard the voice on the other end of the phone. It didn’t matter that his phone shattered after it slipped from his hand and onto the polished floor. All that mattered was his little boy. His eldest son who had just been found dead. Who had just committed suicide. 

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Jason was half polishing his motorcycle and half listening to the police scanner on his work table. So far nothing of interest had popped up, just some petty crimes here and there. Tonight was a slow night. Well, it was. Except for the fact that the universe hates Jason Todd and decided he didn’t deserve a slow night. His scanner crackled to life.

“10-56, a jumper on West Yearner road,” Jason stood, straddling his motorcycle and racing to West Yearner road. Looking back on it, the name was quite fitting. He was in a state of yearning. Yearning for his loving, cuddly, broken, brother. Yearning for a chance to fix it all. Yearning for a warm voice to wake him from this horrible dream. But he got none of that. Instead, he got to be the first on scene. The first person to hold his older brother's broken, bent, body. Seeing as no one was around, he allowed himself to break to. He allowed himself to cry over his lost brother.

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Tim was in school. He was taking a test when the principal walked in. The man looked at him with pity. Tim hated that look. He got it when his mom died. He got it when his dad died. He got it when the social worker couldn’t find any family willing to take him in. And now, he got it when he received the news his oldest brother, the brother that would call mandatory cuddle sessions, the brother that would literally kiss his wounds, the brother that would hold him and tell him it was ok to cry, had killed himself. Logically he knew he was in a state of shock, but he couldn’t help blaming himself for not feeling anything. He let himself be led out of the room and into the waiting car, everything passing by in a blur. Tim numbly walked up the stairs to his room, standing in the doorway. He felt his heart break. All at once, everything came crashing down. He let out a choked sob and crashed to his knees. He gasped for breath, tears falling freely from his eyes. Tim cried himself to sleep, curling in a fetal position, never quite making it to the bed.

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Damian too, was in school, sitting next to rich, entitled pricks who were three years older than him. He wanted to punch them, and that was before he was pulled aside by three teachers and the principal. Four adults. It took four fucking adults to break the news to him. Did they think he was some vicious animal that would attack them if one of them were alone with him. Were they that fucking scared of him. It was pathetic. He had put up a front for the longest time, but deep down inside, he was an eleven year old kid. An eleven year old kid who needed hugs from his family. An eleven year old kid who smiled deep down whenever Dick came running into his room, spilling his cereal all over his carpet, while getting hyped up about a new movie or story he could tell and watch with him. An eleven year old kid who loved it when his oldest brother would ruffle his hair and pull him into his side, giving him a kiss on top of the head. He needed his brother. He LOVED his brother, even if he never said it to his face. Damian’s heart broke even more. He never, once, told Dick he loved him. That he was happy to have him as an older brother, that he was grateful for his hugs, his little pep talks he would give to Damian, the shoulder he would lend when he needed to cry, not that he ever cried in front of him. And for the first time, in his life, Damian sobbed. He sobbed for his older brother who loved him despite everything Damian was. 

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Dick Grayson never cared for the rain. He hated the cloudy skies of Gotham, making everything gloomy and more miserable than it already was. So it was fitting when he was buried on a sunny day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, a rainbow was clearly visible, and it was all for Dick. The family decided to bury him on the Wayne manor property, next to Bruce’s parents and Jason’s old grave. Dick would be surrounded by his family even in death. The family that didn’t deserve everything Dick Grayson was.

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A/N: Sorry