-I got the urge to do some compulsive writing at like 3 am-

Ages:

Damian - 17

Tim - 14

Jason - 9

Dick - 1 (ish)

Hosting a justice league meeting wasn't something  Bruce was necessarily excited about, but the tower was out of commission for a few days, so a few of the leaguers who knew his identity were coming over for a meeting. 

He helped Alfred clear the table after dinner, and set out some water glasses, just to be polite. 

He wasn't thrilled at having characters like Barry Allen around his house on a Thursday evening, but the thing Bruce dreaded the most about this meeting was that his hyperactive, disruptive, Sons had were just getting started for the evening.

Jason rushed through the room, squealing. "BRUCE!"

Tim was on his tail, supersoaker in hand. "Get back here, Twerp!" Bruce reached over and took the water gun. "He started it! He's playing victim!" Tim ranted. "He almost got water on my LED keyboard!"

Bruce held the water gun out of reach. "You two go clean up and make sure there's no water on the floor."

"But-"

Brue shook his head. "Now." His two middle-children scurried off. Bruce sighed and put the gun on top of a bookshelf in the drawing room. Up there, he discovered a small dish of individually wrapped candies, which he must have hid from the kids a few months ago. He brought it down and put it on the long, dining room table, where the league would be meeting.

Only five league members were actually coming: Clark Kent, Diana Prince, Barry Allen, Arthur Curry, and Oliver Queen. They were going to be discussing how to use their budget because on one hand they were fixing the watch tower, but on another, they had been planning to invest it in defence systems for almost five months.

They had barely arrived and started the meeting when Damian strode into the dining room, carrying in his arms a baby. "I'm leaving, which means it is you're turn watching Richard."

"Damian, I'm in a meeting." Bruce replied impatiently.

"I'm not a full time nanny, father, I have places to be!" Damian stated. "I'm already leaving to patrol Gotham while you're in your meeting."

"Alright, Damian, just put him down on the floor to play." Bruce sighed, pinching between his eyes.

Damian put his baby brother on the clean swept hardwood floor. "I'll get his toys before I head out."

"Thank you."

Dick looked up and saw his father, excitement growing on his face. "Daddy."

"Hi, Dickie." Bruce smiled,  reached down to pet his youngest son's hair. Dick was still relatively new to talking, so it was still pretty exciting. He felt Dick grab ahold of his hand and claim it.

Damian returned shortly with his baby brother's stuffed elephant, and a pencil end with some paper, since Dick had recently taken to scribbling. With that, the eldest Wayne son left.

Nearly all the assembled league members were leaning back in their seats to look a the baby, now sitting on the floor and gripping Bruce's hand. The baby looked around a year old now, with blue eyes and tufts of black hair.

"Hi Richard." Barry smiled down at the baby. Dick blinked a little because waving would mean letting go of either Bruce's arm, or his pencil. He managed to smile a little, though. Barry almost melted from joy, Dick looked like a miniature version of his nephew a few years ago.

"How old is he now?" Diana asked gleefully. 

"Fourteen months." Bruce replied. "As I was saying, Wayne enterprises can expand our tech budget by twelve million this upcoming year, where do we need to spend it?"

Under the table, Dick scribbled on his piece of paper, trying to draw something. He was getting really into the drawing when suddenly, he lost his grip, sending it skidding across the floor.

Dick reached, but couldn't reach the pencil end. He could crawl and get it, but that would mean letting go of Bruce's hand. He looked back and forth between Bruce's hand and the pencil, tears forming in his eyes.

The league was once again interrupted, this time by the sound of a baby crying.

With a heavy sigh, Bruce reached over and hauled up his youngest son, bouncing the baby on his leg to calm him down. He tried to focus on the meeting, shushing the baby on his lap. He knew that Dick was distracting the leaguers, but its not like Bruce could just let him keep crying. 

"Is he alright?" Clark asked, very concerned by the crying, which was brutal on superhearing.

"Dick is fine." Bruce replied, bouncing his son on his lap. "Continue, He's just having a moment." Bruce grabbed his son's pacifier off the side of the table for him. Yep, Bruce Wayne: Gotham's most feared dark night, and exhausted single father of four. 

He loved his babies, but god, sometimes he missed his twenties, and getting five hours of sleep instead of two. He also missed the colleagues paying attention instead of staring at him like he was an unknown species of alien every time he tried to care for his kids.

Bruce finally got the baby to calm down, and they managed to carry on for about ten more minutes.

"Bruce!" Jason ran into the room, his socked feet skidding on the floor. "Ooh, can I have one?" He asked, hovering his hand over the bowl of sweets. 

"Jason, do you need anything?" Bruce asked. 

Jason took a handful of candy and popped one into his pocket. "Yeah. Can I do on patrol?"

Bruce shook his head. "Damian already left, and I don't want you heading out alone."

"Aw! Come on!" Jason slid the rest of the candy in his pocket. "Oh, hi Dickie." He reached over to his brother and held his chin, poking his cheek a little.

"Jason, we are in a meeting, so if you'll-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Jason continued to prod his baby brother.

Jason stood on his tiptoes to see into Bruce's lap better. He continued reaching out to touch his little brothers face. Dick looked like he might cry again. "Jason, you're making him uncomfortable." Bruce reminded.

"I want to hold the baby!" Jason said. "Please?"

Bruce looked down at the infant, and reluctantly sighed. "Be careful." He put the baby in Jason's arms.

"I will!"

"Don't try to carry him upstairs."

"I won't!" Jason struggled to take his baby brother from the dining room. He carried Dick into the kitchen, where Alfred was cleaning up after dinner. 
"Bruce said I can help take care of Dick during the meeting." He bragged. As the previously youngest Wayne boy, Jason had never really gotten the opportunity to take care of a younger child.

Next, Jason headed to the stairs. Bruce said he couldn't carry Dick up the stairs, so Jason put him down. Holding Dick under the arms, Jason half-walked, half-lifted him up the stairs.

Jason put his little brother on his bed. "Do you wanna play something?" He asked. "Do you wanna play, Dick?" Dick nodded, smiling slightly and waving his hand excitedly. Jason looked around his room and kicked an old kickball out from under his desk. He dusted it off and set the ball on his bed.

"Okay, Dick, let's play." Jason lightly rolled the ball across the bed. It bumped against Dick where he was sitting. Dick looked up and stared at him. "Good, now roll it back." Jason said. Dick looked confused and scared. "Like this. He reached out and helped Dick roll the ball back to him. 

He rolled the ball to Dick again, and the toddler half-rolled, half-walked the ball across the quilt with his hands.

"Good one, Dickie!" Jason exclaimed. "Someday soon I'll teach you how to play soccer with me!" 

After a few more minutes of playing, Dick started crying once more. After checking to make sure it wasn't his fault, Jason dragged his little brother to Tim's room. 

"What?" Tim asked as he saw them in the doorway.

"I need your help changing him."

"You do it."

"I don't know how." Jason justified.

With a huff, Tim forfeited the server and walked his little brothers out of his bedroom. Once his youngest brother had a clean diaper, Jason carried him back to Tim's room. 

"What now?" Tim asked.

"Do you want to help play with him?" Jason asked, holding Dick's hands to help him stand.. 

Tim stared longingly at his PC. "Sure." He stood up again, turning off the monitor and followed his kid brothers out. "Where are we going to play?"

Jason glanced around. "Bruce's room?"

"Okay."

They put Dick on the bed and fetched some toys for him. They sat and watched him play for a few minutes, occasionally stepping in to entertain him. All seemed to be going pretty well, for fifteen minutes, until the little boy inexplicably began crying. Tim checked him, he was alright, not hurt, he didn't need to be changed, he probably wasn't hungry because he'd just eaten after the boys had dinner, so what was it?

Tim picked him up and tried bouncing him a little, but Dick simply refused to calm down. After about ten minutes of crying, the brothers gave in.

"Bruce, help." Jason grabbed his fathers arm. 

"Jason! I'm in the middle of something." Their father said impatiently, standing up.

"Bruce please, we've tried everything, he will not stop crying." Tim pleaded, holding out the bawling child in his arms.

Bruce sighed, taking the infant from his sons. in less that half a minute, Dick was silent. Bruce tried to pass him back, but no sooner had Dick left his arms, then the boy was crying again.

Bruce decided to cut his losses and sat down again, baby in his arms. "If that's all, boys..."

He sat back down and tried to focus, infant resting on his shoulder. This is why he couldn't have league meetings here, his kids thrived off of being underfoot. Hell, he couldn't have any league meetings at the moment, it's not like he could just leave Dick with Alfred and the others for hours on end.

Bruce checked after half an hour or so, and Dick was out cold, leaning against him. Bruce didn't try to get up, he didn't even call for Alfred to put the kid in bed. At this point, Bruce was just going to let Dick claim his entire right side.