A/N: One shot based off the photo above, where after a fast night on patrol the boys with Batman stop at an ice cream parlor and get some ice cream.
Fluff.
Ages:
Dick: 12 1/2
Jason: 10
Tim: 9
Damian: 4 1/2

Gotham City| 1:45 A.M.|

It was a very slow and easy night in Gotham. None of the large villains were out casing a disaster, so Batman looked over at his team of little Robins. A small smile pulled at the corners of his lips. 
His second oldest son, Jason, was clearly bored. He wasn't even keeping watch anymore, he was just twisting an bird-a-rang in his hands.
Tim was busy on his holo computer, looking for any crime possible. 

Bruce sighed and looked back out at the city. They had already stopped two small crimes, stopped a rape and a mugger and it seemed as is nothing else was going to happen here tonight. He glanced at his two sons once more, Alfred's words loud in his mind telling him that the boys needed more rest. Just before he was going to address him, both Damian and Dick dropped down in the shadows and crept their way over towards the family.
Suddenly Damian jumped out and caused both Jason and Tim to jump. Damian bent forward, holding his stomach and laughed. He then pointed at them and kept laughing.

"Haha! You should have seen your faces! T-tooodd you l-looked like a-a frighten kitten! Haha!'' Damian said between laughs. Bruce smiled a bit more and shook his head at his youngest son. He was always so impressed by how well Damian could hide in the shadows, just like himself and Dick could.

Dick walked over towards Bruce and reached out and grabbed his hand and slightly pulled on it, which in Dick's own way meant he wanted to talk. Bruce looked down at his oldest son, with concern written in his masked eyes. Bruce waited for Dick to whisper something to him but it never came. He watched Dick silently look over his shoulder at his younger brothers goofing off then slowly look out at the city lights.

"Dickie" Bruce whispered. Dick's shoulder slumped and he sighed and slowly looked up at Bruce. "What's wrong?" he asked as quite as he could to prevent the others from hearing. Dick had always hated for his brothers to see him anything but perfect, brave and strong. Being weak, vulnerable and making mistakes was unacceptable in Dick's eyes. Dick then signed real quick, signing that he was sick. Bruce quickly nodded his head and signed back 'where' to Dick. He watched Dick sigh once more before he pointed towards his throat. Bruce then took a small step forward and pulled his glove off and pressed his hand against Dick's forehead. Dick leaned into the touch and slightly closed his eyes. 
"He has a fever alright'' thought Bruce as he pulled his hand away. He quickly put his glove on and faced his other sons. 

"We are done for the night. Get ready to go.'' said Batman and he looked back over at Dick, who was now sitting on the edge of the roof with his legs dangling off the edge. Bruce made his way over and looked at his son, then he saw a small ice cream parlor off in the corner and he smiled. He knew that his boys couldn't resist some ice cream and the coldness from it might make Dick's throat feel a little bit better until they arrived at the manor for Alfred to give him some meds.

Batman grabbed his grappling hook and shot it out, followed by his four sons. 

As soon as the landed in front of the building, everyone of the boys shared a look. They were confused as to why they were stopping in front of an ice cream parlor, when Batman quickly pushed the doors open and strolled inside. They didn't waste one minute and raced inside behind their father.

The workers at the ice parlor all wore shock expressions on their faces. It wasn't odd getting people in at this hour, many people were up late in Gotham. But, it was the first time that Batman and all four Robins entered. They were so surprised. 
They all ran up and peered at the ice cream. Smiles spreading across all of their faces.

Tim pulled his hands behind his back as his eyes scanned all the flavors, he was carefully picking out the correct flavor for himself, not wanting to choose the wrong one. Jason had his hands on his hip as he proudly knew what he wanted right away.
Damian, who was holding onto Dick's hand kept pointing at multiple flavors, sizes, candies to put on it,etc. Dick was trying to convince Bruce to get whatever the boys wanted, that he didn't need anything that the boys worked really hard tonight, like every other night and deserved a treat of any kind. Bruce didn't like to think that Dick didn't think he deserved anything and that Dick was so selfless that he was so alright giving his brothers whatever no matter how much he both wanted and deserved it. Bruce's eyes widen as he listen to his sons, Damian demanding to try everything cause he wanted to dive into it all. Bruce sighed and began to order, getting them all a treat, even when Dick protested against it. 

After having their ice creams they quickly thanked the workers and headed back outside. They sat on the neighboring roof top, enjoying their ice creams. 
Bruce looked over at his three sons and saw the smiles on their faces, he then smiled too, but stopped when he felt a slight weight on his arm. 
He quickly looked over and saw Dick leaning against his arm with his masked eyes closed, half of his ice cream cone gone in his hand. Bruce chuckled and ran a gloved hand through his dark ebony hair. 

Bruce couldn't ask for more. He had four amazing sons, amazing in their own way and they were all alive and happy. Bruce never thought he would be a father but now being one, was such an amazing thing.