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      "Good morning, boys. How's everything going?" Bruce walked into the room. Everyone stopped what they were doing, the older boys sharing one single thought: Why was Bruce still wearing his utility belt??

*NananananananaBRUCEWAYNE*

Damian choked on his donut and subtly pointed to his waste. Bruce noticed and held up a hand, silencing him. Apparently, he meant to have the belt on. But why?

Bruce smiled and joined the boys, softly chuckling when he saw Dick staring at him with juice dribbling down his chin. Pulling a chair out, Bruce sat down and reached for an apple that was sitting in the fruit bowl a few inches away. He bit into it, not paying any attention to the states he received from not only the boys, but Alfred as well. Deciding he should tell them, Bruce set his bitten Apple down on the table (which Alfred disapproved of) and sighed. And sat there. And sat there. And sat there a little more.

            Finally, Damian chose he'd had enough of this waiting game, "Father, is there something you'd like to tell us?" All of the older boys leaned forward in anticipation.

              Bruce smirked slightly, "No.-" the boys sat back in disappointment, "-But I believe Dick does. " He glanced to Dick, who was now smiling as big as Bruce was, "Bruce....- he pointed to said man- "Batman." Two jaws dropped. Jason, ever the tempered one, was surprisingly calm about it. Tim held up his hands, "Wait, wait, wait...hold the bat-a-rang, how does he know, and why is Jason so calm about this? Why aren't you surprised?" Before Jason could answer, Bruce stepped in, "Calm yourself. And I'll explain." Huffing, Tim sat back in his chair, arms crossed, almost resembling a pouting five year old.

         "Now, as you may have realized, Dickie bird here knows-" Bruce was interrupted by an agitated Tim once more, "No shit Sherlock-" Bruce raised an eyebrow at Tim's foul language-"I mean- continue."

           Before Bruce continued, he waited until Alfred brought a jar labeled "The swear jar" over to Tim, who begrudgingly inserted four dollars into it before it was whisked away. "As I was saying, Dick knows. I came home from patrolling early this morning to find a certain boy-" he glances over at Richard, who had resumed eating his assortment of fruits-" Crying on the couch in the family room. I didn't exactly want him to know yet, so I allowed my training to kick in. I went into stealth mode and made my way to the cave. But smart one over here heard me and figured out how to open the clock without me knowing. I had taken my cowl off before I entered the cave, so he saw me-" Bruce gestured to himself-" as him-" he pointed to the utility belt. We talked for a good while until little one fell asleep and I brought him back up to you boys."

         All three boys nodded. But Tim, being himself, wasn't satisfied until he got the whole story, "So, again. Why is Jason cool with this?" Jason chuckled (which was creepy, considering nobody in the Wayne house-hold ever heard him laugh), "I'm 'cool' with it because I was down in the cave when it happened. I was training, blowing some steam off." Once again, the brothers nodded, completely understating Jason's mentality.

         An awkward, yet peaceful, silence filled the house, uninterrupted by- ring ring- I stand corrected. The silence was interrupted by the annoying sound of the phone ringing. Alfred immediately rushed to answer, "Wayne household, how may I be of service?....Yes?.... I see....very well then, I shall alert Master Bruce immediately. Thank you, jolly good day to you." Alfred hung up and stiffly made his way towards Bruce, "It was child services, sir. They wish to speak with you about a certain someone." Bruce sighed in annoyance and concern and gazed at Dick, who was attempting to wipe the fruit juice off of his mouth unsuccessfully. The older man smirked before standing and picking up the young child, "Let's get you cleaned up. Then we're going on a trip! How's that sound?" Dick beamed and agreed, still trying so wipe the wet and sticky substance off of him.

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     Tony Zucco chuckled deeply and maniacally, lighting yet another pipe. "You have yourself a deal, Slade."
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What?! You're probably thinking "no she didn't!" But yes I did! I left you. On a cliff. Hanging on for dear life. I'm so evil. Haha... Sorry it's a short chapter, but it's 12 in the morning, I'm running on 3 hours asleep for the past 2 days, and I'm super busy! So be happy you got this much! :3

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Insane Robin223445 out.

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