Based off of Young Justice season 1 episode misplaced.

I hope that covers all my bases

I'm not gucci enough to own DC!!!

Ages:

Alfred,65

Bruce,44

Terry,19

Damian,17

Tim,16

Jason,14

Dick,13

"You can't catch me dad!" Dick Grayson yelled as he ran through the manor halls much to Alfred's displeasure, Bruce playfully chasing after him.

They passed Tim on the way who looked like he was just waking up with his mug of coffee despite the fact that it was 2:00 in the afternoon.

He bumped into Damian who glared at him walked away muttering under his breath about "Grayson being to old for this kind of behaviour," or something like that.

They passed Jason who joined in running away from their adoptive father.

"Whoa." Terry exclaimed surprised, spinning away at the very last second. Narrowly avoiding the little birds and the bat himself.

Bruce eventually caught up to his squealing sons and scooped them both up, one in each arm.

"Alright you two monkeys you ready for the gala tonight?" Bruce asked sarcastically but truthfully.

"Awwww Bruce," Jason piped up. "Do we hafta go?" He asked in his thick Gotham street accent that never seemed to go away.

"Can I go down to the mountain instead pleaaaase?" Dick asked. To the untrained ear, one would think that he had spent his whole life in America. But if you strain, you can hear the slight Romani accent he grew up developing.

"Now Dickie," Bruce started, setting his youngest boys down. "If I let you go during every gala, your brothers will start to accuse me of special treatment." Bruce said, winking playfully.

"You already do that!" Jason complained very loudly.

"Come on Jason, I let you get away with not going to galas until you were comfortable."

Jason's face became full of understanding yet jealousy at the same time, then clouded over with mild anger that he seemed to be trying to contain. Bruce was proud of him for trying. His temper was much better than it had been two years ago.

"And I was ten! But he's thirteen now! It's not fair!"

Bruce ran a tired hand down his face he really didn't want to deal with this right now.

"Life's not fair." Bruce stated simply.

Jason looked like he was about to retort when Tim walked in followed by Terry and Damian. For some reason, Bruce always noticed, Jason always seemed to act extra tough around his brothers. Maybe that had come out of being the youngest for a while.

Jason stomped off towards the door.

Dick turned to Bruce.

"He's right." The acrobat started. "It's been four years, I can't avoid every gala."

He sounded a little nervous when he said that but brave at the same time. If reminded Bruce of he broken child that he took in all those years ago.

He crouched down on one knee in front of his youngest son.

"You sure bud?"

Dick nodded seriously.

"Well alright then, go get changed quickly." Bruce gently motioned up the stairs.

He flashed Bruce a quick smile and dashed up the stairs.

Wham! There we go! My first ever fanfic! Meaning I don't really know what to say. Tell me what you think. I'm sorry about spelling errors. And...ya. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter