Beep. Beep. Beep.

The awful sound everyone hated going off went off. Bruce moan and reached over and hit his alarm clock, silencing the awful sound.

He rubbed his tired eyes and sighed. Just  before he forced himself out of his large, warm and comfy bed, Bruce remembered that it was Sunday and he had nowhere to be.

"So why in the hell was the alarm going off so early?" thought Bruce when suddenly he heard a crashing sound. All thoughts of sleep, and alarm clocks going off vanished from his mind as he threw the covers off of him and threw open his bedroom door.
He entered the hallway and listen to see where that noise came from.

This time he didn't hear a crashing sound but a shattering sound and a small cry.
"Dick" Bruce thought and dashed down the staircase.

Just before he entered the kitchen he saw Alfred rushing towards it as well, now making them both even more worried now. They pushed the doors open and their eyes landed on a small red, bloody foot print. 

Bruce narrowed his eyes and slowly made his way farther in, he was in Batman mode at them moment, multiple scenarios racing through his mind right now.

Just as he came around the corner he saw Jason his 4 year old'd head laying on top of the kitchen table, fast asleep sucking on his thumb. He sighed and then saw his youngest son, Tim who was one with his bottle in his mouth. His eyes met Bruce's and the young boy's face lit up.

"Dadda!" yelled baby Timmy holding his arms out to be picked up. Bruce smiled and walked over towards him but stopped when he heard sniffling. He turned around quickly to see his 6 year old son Dick sitting on the ground with tears running from his blue eyes. 

"Dick!" yelled Bruce as he came rushing to his son's side to see a broken glass on the floor around Dick and blood on his feet and hand.

''I-I...I'm sorry. I didn't m-m-mean t-to break it. I'm sorry Tati!'' cried Dick but Bruce swooped Dick up in his arms and held him close to his chest while he hushed him.

"Oh Master Dick, let me your boo-boos.'' said Alfred walking over with the first aid kit in his hands. Dick nodded his head and held his hand out towards the elderly butler. Alfred checked over both his feet and his hand and had to remove a few pieces of glass before cleaning the wounds and bandaging him up.

Bruce took Dick from Alfred and walked over towards the kitchen table and glanced down at Jason who was slightly snoring. 

"Dadda!'' yelled Tim and Bruce turned and smiled at him.

"Hi Timmy.'' said Bruce and reached over and handed him his bottle back which he gladly shoved back in his mouth. Alfred was busy cleaning up the glass and blood while Bruce talked to Dick.

"Dickie, what where you doing in here? If you were hungry, Alfred would have been more the happy to wake up and prepare something for you'' said Bruce who rubbed Dick's head. Dick giggled but shook his head 'no'.

"I wasn't hungry'' said Dick who reached over and patted Jason's back, trying to wake him up.

"Then why are you up?'' asked Bruce. Dick stopped patting Jason and turned to look up at his father. He smiled widely up at him and then climbed up him and hugged him tightly, his little arms wrapped around his neck.

"It's f-fa-father's day'' whispered Dick and Bruce smiled. 

"Oh Dickie.'' whispered Bruce who pulled his son back so he could look him in the eyes. 

"I-I just w-w-wanted to make you brea-breakfast'' said Dick who pouted because he thought he wad about to get in trouble.

"That's kind of you Dick but if you wanted to cook me breakfast you should have waited for Alfred to help you out'' said Bruce but Dick quickly shook his head.

"No way!'' Dick said and crossed his arms over his chest, "Alfie is a father too, he's your's'' said Dick which Bruce's heart un-slightly.

"You are right. Thank you'' he said and pulled Dick into another hug and glanced over at Alfred and sent him a warm smile.  

Dick sat on Bruce's lap while Alfred cleaned up the mess in the kitchen before making something for his family. They all ate their lovely breakfast and before Dick could finish it he was yawning and rubbing his eyes. Bruce smiled at his little angel and then glanced over at the clock. His alarm clock went off at 7:30 so if Dick was awake before that and gotten his two younger brothers up then he should be totally worn out.

"Come on boys'' said Bruce who picked both Tim and Dick up with Jason pattering behind him. The four of them made it up to Bruce's bedroom and they all climbed into the large bed. Bruce smiled down at all of his sons and it only took Jason's head hitting the pillow for him to be out like a light again. Timmy curled up into a tiny ball and buried his face in Bruce's chest while Dick curled up to his side, snuggling as close as he could get to him and let his eyes flutter shut, pulling him of into sleep that he really needed. Bruce kissed each of their black hair before closing his eyes.

Just then, there was a small knock on the bedroom. Alfred walked over and smiled down at each of them.
"Get some rest sir'' said Alfred who then turned to leave all his masters sleep but Bruce spoke up, stopping Alfred in his path.

"Thank you Alfred. Thank you for all you have done for not just me but for them too'' said Bruce. Alfred nodded his head and disappeared into the hallway, He was about to shut the door fully when Alfred heard a small whisper from Bruce.

"Dick was right, Happy father's day Alfred...dad'' whispered Bruce bringing joyful tears to Alfred's eyes.