Raising Robins: Both New and Old

[Robin Hunter]

"I sure I can beat both of em'! They probably have had to something like cook or clean in years with you around!" Jason boasted. He knew how to adapt to new thing no matter what and that was not going to change just because he had been adopted by one of the wealthiest, or was he the wealthiest, men in Gotham! Though the pit of pride was quickly replaced with pure glee at the prospect of having sweets even had to wait through another meal!

Jason happily settled onto the counter as he watched Alfred skim through an old looking book for a recipe. "You can never have enough chocolate! You could put that stuff on absolutely anything and would taste worlds better! You could even put on that pasta and it would amazing!" Jason said with more vigor than such a topic likely required and gestured to the simmer bots on the stove for emphasis of it's very important point, however almost losing his balance on the kitchen island in processes. "Sides' it's in the recipe so you gotta do it or the whole thing falls apart, isn't that one of the biggest parts of cookin' something?" Jason said in a cheeky little tone as he worked to right himself back onto the counter in a stable position.

Jason greedily at the at pure bits of chocolate he was getting as he watched Alfred began to set out the items needed. After thoughtlessly wiping his mouth with his wrist, Jason paused for a moment in thought. "Well it was okay, we didn't get any free time to play today cause the everyone in the school got called to the auditorium to talk about mono. Everyone started making kissing noises and the teacher got real made. I think kissing is gross, people used to kiss all the time back were I came from and never looked like very much at all!" Jason said.

As the question of his history test the boy's face fell slightly as he reached up to fiddle with one of his cowlicks. "I didn't do as good as I normally do, I got some stuff mixed up. I like history a bunch, but there's so much to remember. Sometimes I'll hear the other kids talking about stuff they learned last year and I feel...kinda left out you know. School used to not really been option back then." Jason replied, thinking back to the last time he went to school before now he could barely read.

"Hey Alfie, do you think Bruce is ever going to let me meet his hero friends ? You know like the Justice League and stuff. I see all these photos around the Batcave and Dick calls Superman 'Uncle Clark' and everything!" Jason asked, a bit of unfitting envy slipping into the squeaky voice. "I've not met any other heroes other than Dick's lame boyfriends he invites over to the house all the time. Ya know the one with the arrows and the other who runs fast ?"


Dick whimpered when it became clear had fully reentered scolding mode. As soon as Bruce broke their embrace he was reminded of the pain in his bottom and worse the pain in his thighs that he'd gotten for mouthing off minute ago. He wished they could just move on but considering how long he'd lied to Bruce about being 'fine' in school. He wasn't sure which part Bruce was more upset about, but it wasn't like a super bad lie or anything. As his briefs were pulled down he couldn't believe he still had more coming, but as the first spank once more he jolted back up from the bedding.

"Yes s-sir! I knoOWW I REALLY THOUGHT I COULD HANDLE IT!" Dick cried harshly as Bruce's awful pattern of spanking began. Every part of his bottom begin to have that familar sting He thought it was bad when it was little and Bruce was so much bigger, but he realized that no matter how much older or taller he got Bruce was probably always going to be bigger. It wasn't fair! He could train all day and Bruce would still be stronger!

At the mention of getting spanked with the belt Dick couldn't help but beg. "N-no I'll do better, p-please not the b-belt." The belt was one of the worst things he could get! It made the hairbrush feel like nothing almost! As felt himself being shifted forward and Bruce moving to undo his belt beside he tried to feeble kick once more. One of the worst things about getting older was the fact Bruce was more liberal with using different implements on him, when he'd fist moved in he barely got the hairbrush if even got spanked at all!

The pressure Bruce had just thrown over Dick regarding his schoolwork did elicit a childish cry of protest from the teen. He hated being controlled like this and having Bruce poke around at school was even worst because that meant his teachers would see that Bruce wasn't busy to begin with. "Y-you don't have to got that far, I-I can uh um....." Dick was having trouble find the words to build his case on the matter since he could barely talk over the emotions welling up inside him and the fear of the upcoming continued punishment.

As the first lash of the awful belt fell Dick shoot forward on Bruce's lap and more onto the bed, it was like he bottom was searing! He almost had to catch his breath and almost was there before painful one fell, partially blending the pain into the other still fresh lash. Dick's eyes had been slammed shut as he tried to prevent from screaming his head off, but they snapped open Bruce's plan for him doing his homework!

There was no way! It would like when he was younger had serve is time outs in there when Alfred was too out and about to watch him! It also stung deeply to know he'd lost some of Bruce's trust when came to really anything, but being treated like this was like having all the pains of being kid with no of the perks! Before he could think even of moment more on just how he was going to try and talk his way out of this the third lash fell and his word just came blurted out like a scream.

"NO! I D-DON'T NEED THAT!" Dick said in something between a whine and a sob, he hated sitting still on a good day. It was one of the things that got him the most trouble and in a way that's why he was getting his bottom tanned so harshly now. He didn't' want to stop and focus on something he couldn't bring himself to care about right now. Bruce had patience that could feel the seas when it came to things like cases or his work, but he never could simply wait. It was when those situations were bad enough that he got the strap!

As the pain continued to settle in on his surely bright red rump Dick could't help begin feeling the neediness that came from getting spanking already beginning to feel him as tears ran down his cheeks, which also began getting flushed from the excessive crying this punishment had given him. He'd barely been home moments before being tossed over so the tired feeling that accompanied his after school proceedings also began to slowly trickle in as he began going limp against Bruce's lap.

"D-daddy no more...please noo more...." the younger hero whimpered into bed, he normally called Bruce dad but the more affectionate and clingy turn of phrase he just used still came out more often than he was sure it do for most people his age. Right now that's what he wanted, he wanted his daddy to pick him up and back everything feel better. It was almost seemed to be a superpower Bruce had, he made all the problems seem easily fixable and make all the pain go away when he was close. His resolve to act older or be his own man were for the moment gone and replaced with the feelings of little acrobat boy followed on the heels of Gotham's Dark Knight for most of his entire life it seemed.

[LadyLoki]

“Somehow I doubt that chocolate on pasta would taste very good Master Jason.” Alfred said with an amused smile, chuckling softly. Although who knew? Perhaps the active little boy would end up liking something so absolutely disgusting. Alfred chuckled at the exuberance, smoothing a hand over Jason’s hair fondly. “Following the recipe is very important, especially for baked goods. Otherwise you’d have a very tasteless mess on your hands.” He agreed, before raising a brow at Jason’s recounting.

One day he doubted Jason would have the same opinion of kissing when he grew up a little more. Dick used to have the same opinion, and all of a sudden the young teenager was incredibly interested in kissing one young lady from his school. Alfred chuckled softly, ruffling Jason’s hair. “I think one day you might change your mind on that Master Jason.” He said, his tone shifting to something more teasing. The subject turned to Jason’s recent history test, and Alfred nodded after a moment. “Sometimes that happens, it’s nothing to worry about. Just make a note of what you confused, and I’m sure it won’t happen again.” Alfred assured, since Jason had been doing extremely well so far. “Your father knows you’ve been working extremely hard.”

The old butler nodded slowly, before ruffling Jason’s hair fondly. “I can understand that it can be hard adjusting to something you aren’t used to. Even if you might be lacking some background knowledge, you’ve been doing extremely well. I’m very proud of you, and so is Master Bruce.” Alfred assured with a small smile. There had been lots of tutoring sessions to try and get Jason up to speed with his grade level. Bruce had definitely put a lot of time and effort into trying to help, because as was evident by Dick’s wailing faintly carrying down, Bruce took education very seriously when it came to his boys.

Alfred began measuring out the flour and the baking powder, before considering the question. “I think he definitely will.” He said gently, since he knew Jason hated feeling like he was feeling left out of the loop. “Master Bruce has already spoken to me about taking you to meet the rest of the Justice League. He wanted you to feel more settled in before springing all of that on you. It can be overwhelming at first. From what he has told me, Master Clark is especially excited to meet you.” Clark loved kids, and the alien doted on Dick when he had the chance.

He pointedly ignored Jason’s quip about Roy and Wally, because Alfred was very fond of the two. As much trouble as they pulled Dick into, the teenager needed the support of his friends. “Master Bruce is very protective of you.” Alfred chuckled, before lightly patting Jason on the thigh. “Help me kneed the dough, and then we’ll put them in the oven.” Alfred encouraged, placing the bowl beside the younger Wayne ward. “I’m sure Dick would appreciate our effort.”


They still had seven more swats to go, and Bruce was holding firm to what he had decided. As much as Dick’s pleading hurt his heart, Bruce slowly shook his head even if Dick couldn’t exactly see it. His older child only ever called him ‘daddy’ if he was immensely emotionally stressed, like now. “We’re almost done Little Bird…just seven more to go.” Bruce soothed softly, before landing a fourth lick to the underside of the bright red cheeks. He landed the fifth one before continuing, right across Dick’s sitspots. “I take your education very seriously Dick. It’s important that you realize that.”

The belt lashed down on Dick’s thighs, and the entirety of his son’s bottom was a dark, shiny red. “Halfway through now, Little Bird.” Bruce soothed, hoping that the old nickname would offer his son a little bit of comfort. “I know you don’t think you need that, but if you were handling it better, we wouldn’t need to be here.” He said gently, but his voice was firm. “I haven’t been paying enough attention to you outside of being Nightwing, and I plan on correcting that fact immediately.”

Bruce repeated the circuit with the other five swats. He started at the top before working his way down to Dick’s thighs a second time, raising the burn to what were practically unbearable levels. When he finally rested the belt down, the entirety of Dick’s bottom was hot to the touch. He could practically feel the heat radiating off it, and Bruce gently rubbed his son’s back to try and help Dick calm down. “Alright, we’re done now.” He soothed, lifting Dick up onto his feet before pulling his older boy into a tight hug. “That’s it…everything is going to be fine.” Bruce murmured, before pulling his son to settle on his lap.

He made sure the sore bottom rested between his thighs so there wasn’t any pressure against it. The pants and underwear were left off for the moment too, simply because Bruce thought cuddling his child was more important. “You’re forgiven…I love you so much, and we’ll work through this together. It’s not the end of the world, and it was hasty of me to take patrolling away from you entirely.” He said, smoothing down Dick’s hair and settling his son’s tearful face in the crook of his neck. “You have some work to do, but I’ll support you and help you if you need it.” Bruce promised, rocking a little bit.

The Dark Knight had been serious about going in to talk to his older son’s teachers and finding out what all Dick needed to do to bring his grades up. Bruce was going to explain that he had been busy with work, but it had come to his attention his son was struggling. After that Dick would be sitting in his father’s office, squirming on his burning little bottom, and working to improve his scores by studying. Once the crying had tapered off a bit, Bruce tightened his hold on Dick and stood up.

Bruce settled his son on his hip, before moving to the closet to grab a pair of loose sweatpants and a tank top. “Let’s get you dressed…we can sit for a little longer, and then we’ll go down for dinner.” He narrated soothingly, settling back down on the bed and helping Dick step into the loose sweatpants. Bruce was careful about drawing them over the punished flesh, not wanting to scrape against it too much. Dick certainly wasn’t going to be going on patrol tonight…not with his bottom as red as it was.

“I wish you would just tell me if you needed help, Dick.” Bruce said quietly, tilting his sons face upward so blue eyes could meet blue eyes. “I am your father, and it is my job to make sure that you get help when you’re struggling. Eventually, this balance will get easier. You learn as you go. It was incredibly hard for me in the beginning, right when I first became Batman.” He explained, cuddling his son on his lap again as Dick calmed down from the rather hard spanking that he’d just gone through.

There were times when Bruce would go patrolling nights in a row, avoiding working as the Wayne Enterprises CEO until his presence was absolutely necessary. He had had to learn the hard way that Batman couldn’t be the priority all the time, and that had only increased when he’d adopted Dick. “It’s hard for every hero, Dick. You don’t have to think that you’re failing by struggling.” Bruce said gently, since he had a feeling that was a little bit of the problem. “Asking for help doesn’t make you weak, nor does it make it seem like you’re failing.”

Dick always any hint that he wasn’t living up to his father’s expectations very hard, and it made the boy think he had to be perfect all the time. When he struggled, Dick always tried to handle things by himself in order to keep up the impression he was a good hero and son. “Daddy is always here by your side, okay?” Bruce asked quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of Dick’s forehead and smiling a bit. “It’s not the end of the world. I’ll help you pull your grades up, and I expect them to stay that way now that you know you can come to me for help.” He said, before rubbing Dick’s back a bit. “We’ll head downstairs when you’re ready…I bet Jason’s a little worried that I killed you.” Bruce teased, hoping to get a little smile out of his older child. He’d head into the school tomorrow, and deal with that mess.

[Robin Hunter]

Jason couldn't help but try and conceal a grin at Alfred's praise. Really how proud either men were of meant worlds more than anything any teacher could say about his grades. Though he did enjoy school, it was moments like this that helped him push through the rougher bits of his word or when a particular topic weighed too heavy on his mind. "Hehe thanks Alfie, I mean it's kinda of a awesome going to school in the first place but going to Gotham Academy of all places almost feels like too much sometimes. Though I guess I'm kinda alone in that thought..." Jason muttered as looked toward the staircase and the unpleasant sound faintly echoing.

"It's so crazy, he's in all the papers and on the TV almost everyday. The news always says he's super nice, but they always make dad seem like a big jerk. And that's not true, most of the time." Jason said with a huff, he hated how much every piece of news was trashing Batman and Bruce Wayne."I don't why he'd be so excited to me. It's not like Dick is gone or anything." Jason shrugged slightly. He wasn't exactly an acrobat with natural abilities for this line of work. He'd heard a few stories about all the wonders that Justice League had seen and he was just...Jason.

"He doesn't need to be protective of me!" Jason said proudly, plunging a fist into dough with great force."I got by for years without any fancy gadgets so now there's even less to worry about! I'm sure I could even patrol on my own if he'd ever let me." It was a bit of half-truth for him to say it so causally. They were scars for sure, you don't live on Crime Alley without picking up quite a few.

"I'm sure Dick is going to appreciate a cushion on his chair for dinner." Jason tittered slightly once the cries at effectively died down. Hoping down he watched as Alfred slid the fruits of the labor into the over and just watched a from a moment crouched on the floor. They already smelt so good! Though that did mean they were done huh....Jason didn't look up right away. When he did stand up right he slowly huddled close to Alfred's side and laid his face onto the neatly pressed fabric of his black work jacket. The kitchen for the manor was almost as big as his little home was, but he didn't want to be anywhere but right.

As he reached a little hand to tug on Alfred's jacket he still refused to look up at his elder. "Do you..um need help with anything else Allie." Jason almost whispered, no matter the matter what answer Alfred gave Jason has somewhat already made up his mind that he's wasn't leaving. He could return to his book or play with the game station in the living room, but he didn't want to be alone right now really. He didn't have people around before and he wasn't going to waste time being lonely right now.


Dick was fully wailing by the end of his punishment. Not only was this particular spanking leagues worse than his last session with the hairbrush, it was layers of pain since Bruce has basically given him an entire second round. If this was his punishment for failing tests it almost made him want to cry harder at the thought of what he would receive he ever did fail a class! Bruce's use of his little nickname both helped him remember the affection was still there despite the almost unbearable punishment, but also made him long more to just to be held.

Dick didn't hesitate for a single moment in throwing his arms around Bruce's neck, the only words that came were half-formed apologies caught between little sobs. As he was placed in Bruce's lap he became briefly aware at the lost of his briefs and uniform. He couldn't help but a little glad since the tight restrictiveness would probably only add to his discomfort right now. Something he wasn't sure he could handle any more of. Dick laid his head on Bruce's shoulder, trying to find words or at least composure as hung onto his father tightly. Anyone other than Bruce and he'd probably be holding too tight. "I-I need it daddy, I need you." Dick finally got out.

Dick barely was still whimpering and made no moves to let as Bruce stood up, only briefly letting on hand snake away to wipe under his eyes for a moment. As Bruce helped him get dressed he kept on hand on his father at all time, not even close to ready part. Dick visibly pouted at the prospect of going down dinner. "W-why do I have to work in your o-office, it's t-too much like when used to make me-me do time out in there." The last words were almost unintelligible, the vivid memories of when he'd disobey and had to stay alone against the wall with only the faint sound of Bruce's doing his work to even remind anyone was around.

Dick sat uncomfortably for a few moment, eyes scrunched up and a fist wrapped in Bruce's shirt. Not matter how soft his PJs were his bottom still felt like it was throbbing and burning with ever little movement. "Y-you're busy though and I should just b-be able to do it myself." Dick muttered slightly. "It used to be so much easier." New grades brought new challenges, but the Titans were just kids playing small time cases anymore either. That had their own villains and their own lives now. All the changes put so much strain on him that that it was difficult to pull them apart. So many changes all at one just made him feel like he was not giving any one parts of his life the attention they needed.

"Things have just b-been coming from all angles. The Titans have been taking bigger and bigger missions lately, t-they look to me and sometimes that scares me, daddy." Dick confessed. He could put a brave face and power through his work with Titans but so many times he couldn't help feel as the entire situations was crumbling around him at once. He worried about his friends and teammates almost as much as worried about his family. "I know it's not an excuse, honest, but daddy the Titans know Nightwing and Dick Wayne. No one at school knows all of me except Barbara and she's...she's going to leaving for college soon. It's lonely." Dick said quietly as scooted up with Bruce. "It didn't use to feel so bad, but that's one of the reasons I just detached at school. It feels like fake." He knew Bruce had to go through the same thing with his public persona, but it felt like he was being torn in another direction that he didn't like the in the first place

"They will come up, I swear." Dick said with a little nod, not breaking his eyes from Bruce's. "I love being by your side, no matter what." Dick said as if the words were a secret. His loyalty to Bruce barely waned, even through every fight and every punishment. At the mention of Jason a bit of flush returned to Dick's face, but so did a small nuzzled into the crook of Bruce's neck."Well you've killed my ability to sit pretty much at all. I'm jealous of how much he likes to school, he must seem so new to him." Dick thought out loud.

As the two of them sat there Dick stayed close, even when the painful sting died down enough and he would normally start trying to break their embrace, now he stayed attached to Bruce all the same. Dick tried to play this off causally, but the shifting in Bruce's lap made the teen's intent fairly clear. "If you want to go downstairs it's fine, daddy." Dick said, still calling Bruce by more affectionate moniker despite no longer being in tears. Truthfully Dick was testing the waters as had when first moved in with Bruce. Though he knew Bruce wouldn't exactly reject anything, he didn't know what the reaction would from him switched extremes like this. From defiantly independent to clingy and affectionate as had been up until the past few years.

Looking down at the discarded Nightwing uniform Dick looked up at Bruce, with misty eyes once more. "Do you think they'll be mad at me, for missing their call?" Dick nervously rubbed one his shoulders. "I mean I'm sure Donna handled everything it's..."Dick had trouble finding the words, sure Bruce had the Justice League but they had multiple leaders and so many members that it didn't really matter if someone didn't show up for once. Dick leaned backward into Bruce's arm, knowing full his father could supported him just fine. They knew each other in almost every way it seemed. It made him happy to know that Bruce didn't seemed to hate the flaws he worried became more apparent with each passing day. Dick paused for moment eyes not leaving Bruce's face. Slowly he leaned up a place a small kiss on Bruce's cheeks before laying back down in arms. He knew as little kid Bruce hadn't mind such over the top displays of affection, he was kid back than after all. So what about now ?

[LadyLoki]

“I know for a fact there are little boys just like you who come from backgrounds that aren’t…traditional. Perhaps we could set up a play date with a few of them, and help you make some friends.” Alfred suggested, with a small smile, hoping to distract Jason from the sounds of crying coming from upstairs. “You’d be surprise at how many kids might be able to sympathize.” He added, before sighing softly when Jason spoke about how the media handled speaking about Bruce. “The media just want to sell stories and attract viewers. Those who know your father know that he’s a good man, just like you do.” Alfred assured, ruffling Jason’s hair.

It infuriated him to see how the papers and reporters treated Bruce, who gave so much to charity out of the generosity of his heart. Everyone assumed it was because he wanted to show off…but Alfred had been there when Bruce selected every single one because they meant something to him. “Eventually you’ll learn to ignore what those people say about him, and what they say about all of us.” The old butler said gently. Bruce had carefully kept Jason out of the public eye so that the little boy wouldn’t have things falsely accused against him. A few reporters had tried attacking Dick, and Bruce had demolished them for insulting his son.

“Whether he needs to or not, he always will be.” Alfred said with a chuckle. “He’s your father now, and to him, you’ll always be under his protection…no matter how old you are.” He added, smoothing a fond hand over Jason’s hair. Dick had been going on patrol for years now, and Bruce still fretted over the safety of his older son. “And I doubt he’s going to let you patrol alone for a long time…and even if he says yes, I would say no.”

The older man glanced down when Jason pressed up against him, resting a hand on Jason’s head. Alfred didn’t say anything, before smiling slightly at the question. “Why don’t you help me make the pasta sauce? It’s one of my mother’s old recipes. It might be fun for you to learn.” Alfred said, reaching down to pick Jason up and settle him right back onto the island counter. “And by the way, the reason they’re excited to meet you is because your father brags about you constantly to the other members.” He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Master Bruce is very proud of the progress that you’ve made…and Master Clark just likes children…he’s very fond of Roy and Wally as well.”

Alfred began chopping tomatoes, handing Jason a few cloves of garlic. “Could you crush these for me, Master Jason?” He asked, turning on another pot to start stewing the tomatoes. Alfred then tossed in the garlic cloves, and added a little bit of cream to the pot. He then paused to take the cookies out and rest them on the counter, keeping on eye on Jason in case the younger boy decided to try and snag a cookie before they cooled down. “Have you been handling the lack of cigarettes well?” Alfred asked, pouring Jason a glass of apple juice.


“You have to work in my office because I don’t think much work would get done if I let you do it in your room.” Bruce said firmly, raising a brow as his son pouted at him. He also remembered having a little Dick sniffling in the corner of his office when his son disobeyed him. Bruce would eventually let the boy out, and Dick would come snuggle on his lap while he finished his work. “As soon as you finish studying, then I promise I’ll let you go on patrol if it’s an important mission.” He was serious about Dick bringing his grades up, and at least this way he could keep an eye on his son to make sure he wasn’t sneaking out to meet up with his team.

Bruce sighed softly, shaking his head. “Just because I’m busy doesn’t mean that I don’t have time for you. You’re my son, and you’re a priority.” He promised, smoothing a hand over Dick’s hair a few times. “If there’s someone that I’ll move things around for, it’s you and your brother.” Bruce said, pressing a kiss to the top of Dick’s head. “Things get harder, believe me, I know. High school means more work, and the tests get harder…but the demand of being Nightwing is still the same. Your team handles cases that are almost on par with Justice League missions.” He agreed, looking down to Dick with a knowing gaze. Bruce knew just how hard it could be, and he did sympathize.

“You’re their leader, of course they depend on you.” Bruce said quietly. “You are supposed to solve all their problems, make the plans work…make sure no one gets hurt.” He continued, tilting Dick’s head upward and lightly thumbing the tear tracks off of his son’s cheeks. “I know it’s hard. As the missions get harder, all your experience is gained on the fly.” Bruce sighed softly, but he moved to tuck Dick’s head closer into the crook of his neck. “It’s okay that it scares you…there’s a lot to be scared of in this world. You know that, better than most anyone.” He mused, hoping to offer his son a little bit of confidence. “But you’re smart, and you’re capable. I have every faith that you will do exemplary.”

Bruce could also understand better than anyone how isolating it was to be a hero, especially when very few people around you knew what the truth was. It was why many of the Justice League members didn’t have long-lasting relationships, and those that did have children or wards struggled to see them every day. “I know.” He soothed quietly, giving Dick a squeeze. “I know how hard it can be…it’s like you’re watching life on a television screen.” Bruce smiled slightly, chuckling in spite of himself. “You know the truth, but no one else does. You’re watching from the outside, peering into a world that you’re not a part of because it’s not real.” He said after a moment, sighing quietly.

“I know it isn’t much comfort Dick, but it will get better. And it will get easier. The most important thing that you can do is to remind yourself to have something to remind you that sometimes the illusion isn’t so bad.” Bruce explained, blue eyes focused on his son’s face. “That’s why you and Jason are so important to me. Sometimes the loneliness can be overwhelming…but I remember that I have you, Jason, and Alfred.” He smiled, resting his chin on top of Dick’s messy hair. “It will get easier, I promise.”

Bruce knew that Dick would keep his promise to raise his grades. His son desperately wanted to make his father proud. “You’ll never be forced to leave my side…you don’t have to be afraid of admitting that.” He said with a gentle smile. “No matter how many times you and I argue, I will never stop loving you.” Bruce promised, before chuckling softly at Dick’s own musing. “I think Jason’s just enthralled with how fancy it is…learning is new for him, and it makes him happy. You used to be exactly the same, you know. All excited to be learning all these new things.”

Ah, his little son was testing him again. Dick used to do this all the time when he was younger. Making sure that Bruce would stay with him, even if there were other things to do. “I’m more than happy to wait here with you. Alfred will let us know as soon as it’s ready, so we can sit together until then. You don’t have to worry about that.” Bruce said with a small smile. Dick wasn’t crying anymore, but he still needed his father’s presence to ensure that everything was going to be okay. That his father could handle the moods switching like this, and still love him.

The tears started up again, and Bruce hugged his older son close once again. “No, I don’t think they’re going to be mad at you.” He said with a small smile, ruffling Dick’s hair. “Trust in your team. I’m sure they handled it, and that they won’t be upset…they know you have prior obligations, and you know that they have theirs. It can be hard for you…because as teenagers, you have to commit to two lives. It’s difficult, and you and your team can understand that better than anyone.” Bruce was always the voice of reason, ensuring that his young son’s mind was kept on track. Dick was growing up so fast, but sometimes he still needed advice from his father. “You’re a good leader Dick, they know that. They trust you. Now you need to trust yourself.” The Dark Knight added, before blinking in surprise when his son kissed him on the cheek.

Bruce simply smiled, and tucked Dick closer against his chest. When his older son was little, Dick would do little things like that all the time. If he needed a comfort from his father, Dick eventually learned to just clamber onto Bruce’s lap and snuggle up against him. It hadn’t happened in so many years, but Bruce did miss it. The closeness they had hadn’t vanished, but it had changed as Dick grew up and started trying to forge a new hero identity for himself. “You don’t have to be afraid of me being angry.” Bruce murmured softly, pressing a kiss to the top of Dick’s forehead.

“I’m not going to ever be upset with you for showing emotion.” He promised, gazing into his son’s bright blue eyes. “I love you, as I always have and always will.” Bruce promised, his muscular arms wrapped tightly around Dick’s lanky form. He hugged his son close, before pulling back and studying the teenager. “I remember when you’d run and give me a hug as soon as I got home…every single afternoon, there you were.” Bruce said with a fond smile. “Just because you haven’t done that in a while…I won’t be angry with you.” He promised, before standing up and settling Dick on his hip. “Come on…you ready to head on down? I think they're waiting on us...but if you need more time, I don't mind. Okay?”

[Robin Hunter]

"Aww Alfie don't be like that!" Jason playfully groaned. "You know I'm way tougher than that! I'm probably even more though than Dick was as Robin! In all the photos he looks way smaller than I am!" Jason said, almost puffing out his thin chest in pride. "I'm when Dad starts taking me out on more serious patrols he'l see I'm durable enough! I don't to babied with any kind of training phase! " Jason attested once more. He had a thick skin from day one and wasn't going to let himself be underestimated

Jason's grin returned in a flash at Alfred's request."Okay!" As was settled back and watched Alfred go to work he shrugged bashfully at Bruce's apparent praise of him. "Heh, he doesn't have to that. I've barely been out enough for him to really see anything worthwhile." Jason was caught in his thoughts for a few moment before he spoke back up. "I really hope he likes me to, I mean Dick's always had like super crazy acrobat skills right ? It's basically a super power! I've just a pretty good left hook and know how to improvise." Jason said with a sigh. He'd seen how Dick was during training and there was considerable amount of worry when it came to measuring up to his processor.

Jason went to work right away crushing the cloves in hands before returning them to Alfred. He actually really liked helping Alfie cook! It made him feel less left out around here! Hopefully if he did okay this time Alfred would let him continue helping out in the future! Jason watched with awe at the fruits, or rather cookies, of their labor! They looked so yummy! At the mention of his former vice, Jason reached up and began to run a hand through his curls. "I can't lie and say I don't miss them. It's a little easier since I have food now, but if I was eating as much as I am I wouldn't be able to stay clean. Withdrawals haven't told set in but sometimes my head does feel a bit whoozy for no reason. Whenever I smell smoke it makes feel kind of miserable for a few moments." Jason said as he accepted the glass full of juice. As he drunk how his eyes did leave the cookies for a second.

"It wasn't till I was already hook on em' till' I even found out they could be bad for you, you know? There were way easier to come by for food and compared to some of the other stuff I tried around Crime Alley, they were the most stable option. Though when I saw people going through withdrawals for awhile I thought that if I stopped smoking the same thing would happen to me, pretty stupid I know." Jason said lightly despite the dark subject matter. He'd tried pot and few other things on the street, but he'd seen what happened to worse addicts and was trying his hardest to stay alive back than more than anything.

When Alfred looked for a split second Jason reached a hand over to pick a particularity chocolate filed cookie up from the baking tray, but the moment the unprotected little digits came in contact with the treat Jason's hand shot backwards and he released a yelp of pain at the searing pain the shot through his hand. "OWW! OW! Shit! Shit! It hurts!" Jason cried the swear slipping out without a second thought at the sudden and unexpected pain that lit up, shaking his hand frantically at the burn. He only stopped for a brief moment to look at the now red patches of his skin of all of his fingers. Gosh it was going to be painful to probably even hold his fork tonight even! Jason was bouncing in place on the counter, blue eyes darting every which way in search of some form of relief


Dick hoped Bruce was right, though to his mixed experience he tended to be just so. One of the hardest parts of growing into his own was not always looking up at Bruce for the right answers for everything that he did. Though he felt more and more that maybe growing up didn't mean letting go of Bruce's hand, but more the two of them walking in stride as apposed to Bruce leading him forward as he used to. Even though he would have to bear through school and keeping a collected public persona, he knew there would always be people who understood every part of him. Though he wasn't sure anyone could ever truly compare in that regard other than Bruce did, the two had been kindred from the start.

"That's different! Everything was new not living in the circus for the first time you know! I found it more crazy back than the school didn't move when you first send me! It's not always easy to learn your colors and alphabet when you're traveling with lions and elephants you know!" Dick said fondly. "Well that in and the fact the playground at school was the only place outside the Batcave practice room were no got on my case for having some gosh darn fun!" Dick said with clearly faux-anger. Back when he had first come to the manor most of the times he first got in trouble were because he climbed over everything he could his little hands on at the time.

Dick briefly started up at Bruce with curious eyes, gauging his father's words slowly. He tried to almost mirror some of Bruce's poker faces, but at Bruce's response he couldn't keep it up in the slightest. He gave a little nod as he turned his face downward to conceal a smile from Bruce. He couldn't help but revel in Bruce's attentiveness, he knew the extent of Bruce's various work avenues and busy they kept him. So knowing he still came pretty close to first was a bit of concealed pride for the teen. "O-okay daddy, I won't. I trust you." Dick's posture had eased at that, sometimes having Bruce worry about the simple things was more than a little relaxing for him, it was like being a kid again.

Dick wiped his misty eyes and tried to right himself somewhat, running a hand through his hair as well. "I-I guess, I just worry about them and I'd prefer to shoulder most of the problems. Before I met them I was really kinda lonely." Dick said wistfully, sidekicks were still very novel when he became Robin. He remembered being the smallest hero standing in room of towering A-listers that was the Justice League. "I mean you and Alfie were fun too, but I'm sure both of you could only play with me so much before you had get back to work. I still remember the first time Barry introduced you and me to Wally and I thought for sure it was to good to be true." Dick said with a grin plastered across his features.

Dick covered his mouth to stifle a laugh at Bruce's surprise. It was comforting to know that some thing just never changed with age. Though Dick himself happily accepting the kiss to his forehead. Really he's missed this amount of affection. He was someone who longed for the closeness of others whenever possible, it was until now he'd thought it meant he was going to be surrendering all claim to his independence. "You could never be angry at me and you know it. Even when you lose your awful temper, you still love me." Dick said in a cheeky tone as he nestled his head happily on Bruce's shoulder.

"I love you too." Dick said, this time with a serene smile as he relaxed against Bruce's form and felt like he could just curl up for the rest of the night in Bruce's arms as he hugged him. Dick vividly remembered what the memory that Bruce painted. "If I tried to do that know it look more like I was trying to tackle you, but...I wouldn't mind meeting you at the door still." It seemed almost like a silly thing to say, but at the same time he couldn't help but mean it. As Dick was hoisting up he wrapped his arms around Bruce's neck. "I'm fine with going downstairs, but I...don't think I'm ready to let go of you though. It doesn't matter to me, I'm fine right here." Dick said tightening his arms around his father to emphasis what here meant in this particular context. Bruce had said it didn't matter so hoped his father would stay true to his word.

As the two of them began exited his room Dick happily huddled close to Bruce, prior chastising long forgotten even though the occasional shifting in the wrong direction reminded him of the pain the was still prominent all over his rear. Was he was adjusted enough he began kicking his legs back and forth with happiness from a feeling of levity that he'd missed when it came to being so tenderly cared for. "Daddy don't we have an event coming up soon ?" Dick asked, he could barely keep his own life manged so he had just stopped trying to remember all of Bruce's silly galas. "Please tell me it's just going to be the three of us and not anyone else!" Dick said a bit of petulant voice, but not wavering on his hold for Bruce.

Even though he'd been punished over the this subject before and more recently it was something Dick could never relent on. He didn't care that Bruce dated anybody, he wanted his his father to be happy after all, but Bruce has the worst taste in women he'd ever seen! "It's going to be Jason's first time meeting the pubic and I don't some person ruining the entire thing by hanging all over you just to get into a few photos!" Dick said almost pouting now at the thought. The societies of Gotham were some of the worst people Dick had seen and he'd travel the entire world! With the exception of the Gordon and Fox families he couldn't bring himself to actually interact with anyone with true fondness. Dick knew he might get scolded for his remark, but he didn't care! Bruce never chose anyone nice to be with and everyone could see it! Alfred was just too polite to say anything, but it was something Bruce had to hear!

In the back of his mind Dick couldn't help but think of way he could take this entire situation further, another test of sorts just to see Bruce's reactions. Though it would come far later after dinner. For now though, "Daddy," Dick said in his the sweetest voice he could muster."my bottom really hurts still. I don't think the cushion the seat will help at all." Dick was almost whining now, as the words left his even at trouble making the distinction of how much was an act and how much was truly honest anymore. It was truth the his bottom was still stinting far more than usual, but he knew for a fact he could handle worse. Still he hoped Bruce could offer some sort of solution to help if he played up it up pitifully enough.

[LadyLoki]

Alfred had to smile at Jason's self-confidence. What the boy lacked in self control and decision making, he made up for it in spades with his confident air and self-assured mannerisms. He had ever belief that Jason would grow up to be a charmer. Bruce would have to keep an eye on that once the boy got a little bit older. They'd both been keeping an eye on Jason when it came to cigarettes, and Bruce had raised hell in the principal's office about older children selling cigarettes. It also helped that the Batman was serious about leaving Robin behind if he saw more smokes.

The old butler had been stirring the sauce when he heard Jason yelp out in pain. Alfred whirled about to see Jason holding the hand with his burned fingers painfully red, and he let out a sigh. He'd become practiced at treating little burns over the years, especially because both Master Bruce and later Master Dick had found themselves incapable of waiting for hot things to cool down. "Hold on Master Jason, it'll be alright." Alfred soothed, picking the boy up and heading to the sink. He turned on the cold water, before tugging Jason's hand underneath the stream to soothe the burns. After several minutes, Alfred stopped the water and set Jason back on the counter to inspect the damage.

It didn't seem too bad, but Jason's little fingers would be sore for a day or two. He didn't have the heart to scold the boy for being impatient. Cookies were a big temptation, and Alfred perhaps shouldn't have left them where an eager nine year old could snag them. "We'll put some aloe on them, and they should be right as rain in a day or two." He promised, smoothing a hand over the curly head before heading to the medicine cabinet. Alfred had learned long ago that one should keep a little medical kit close by, especially when little boys ran through the Manor's halls in a rather haphazard manner. "Next time, wait a few more minutes before trying to grab a cookie, Master Jason." He said with a fond smile, coming back over and beginning to rub aloe into the red flesh on Jason's finger pads. Alfred covered them with small strips of gauze, before looking over his handiwork to ensure everything was bandaged up.

"Why don't you head to the table and take your seat? I'll bring everything out in a moment. Your father and brother should be down shortly." Alfred said with a fond smile, settling Jason on the tiled floor and carding a hand through the little boy's hair. "Tomorrow when you come back from school you can help me with dinner, and I'll teach you how to prepare salmon." He offered, because he really had had fun spending time with the youngest Wayne child. Bruce stopped by every now and again, but he was useless in the kitchen. Useless was slightly strong, but the man much preferred dedicating his time to fighting crime and ensuring his children didn't end up hurting themselves.

With Jason settled, Alfred carried out the pasta with the sauce on the side. The boys and their father all liked different amounts of sauce, so it was best to just let them dole out separate amounts to preserve his sanity. He'd also make some garlic bread, and salad. Chicken in the pasta made for excellent lean protein, since Bruce was particular about amounts of all food groups. Didn't stop him from snagging a cookie every once in a while though. "Has your father spoken to you about the gala coming up this Friday?" Alfred asked curiously, since Master Bruce had already gotten a suit tailored for both Dick and Jason to wear. It would be Jason's first time in the limelight alongside his father, and that could be intimidating if one wasn't used to it. Dick had grown up performing, but Jason hadn't. Everyone staring at you could be a frightening experience. "You'll be accompanying him this time."


Bruce remembered the day Dick met Wally for the first time clear as ever. The little boy hadn't had a playmate that was tied to a hero before, and Bruce and Barry had thought it might help the boys open up a bit. What they hadn't counted on was how well the boys would get along, and the destruction that would follow was almost incredible. But Dick had made a friend, one he still had to this day. That was what was important. When Dick's grip tightened on him, Bruce just chuckled and nodded. He could support Dick's weight easily, so the muscular man began making his way down to the dining room. "We have a gala on Friday." Bruce answered, sighing softly. It was a fundraiser for one of his many charities, but this was going to be Jason's first appearance.

His brow rose at the almost sulky tone that Dick took with him regarding the women he brought in dates. Bruce was well aware Dick had never liked anyone that he dated. Whether that was because he didn't want to share his father on some level or because he just didn't like the women, Bruce didn't know. "I'm not bringing a date this time. Jason's new to this, and I think most of my attention is going to be on him. He's not...familiar with those kind of fancy things." He answered, already thinking of the many, many things that might come out of Jason's mouth. Bruce didn't normally bother with public perception of him, but he always made sure his boys were on their best behaviors when people were around.

"I know some of them were...a little poor in choice, but Lila was nice. She liked you." Bruce defended, even though that was one out of dozens. The women he brought were ditzy, to suit his playboy persona and ensure that he could play off of their silly comments. Dick hated it. His children knew the real Bruce Wayne, and the caricature that he put on in public was off putting to them. "I expect you to keep an eye on your little brother. You're used to this, and Jason isn't. I'm going to be talking to lots of people, so it's your responsibility to make sure he's not overwhelmed. I trust you with that." Bruce said with a small smile, kissing the top of Dick's head. "And make sure he doesn't end up insulting some high power executive, please." He added after a moment, snorting.

Dick began whining about having to sit for dinner and Bruce had to chuckle at the saccharine tone. His little brat was up to something, but Bruce played along for the moment. Part of him suspected that this was another test to make sure that his father wasn't going to dump to the side, but Bruce kept his musing to himself. "Too sore even for the cushion huh?" He asked, amused. "Well, you can sit in my lap if that's more comfortable." Bruce offered, since that way the pressure would be off Dick's bottom. As much as Dick hated it, he was still small enough to snuggle up in his father's lap without too much trouble. Bruce was tall, and his older boy hadn't quite hit his first growth spurt. He wasn't worried though. Dick's parents had been decently tall, so it was unlikely the boy would be short.

Once they arrived at the dining room, Bruce's brow shot up at the sight of Jason's bandaged fingers. "And what happened to you?" He asked in surprise, ruffling the curls with the hand that wasn't supporting Dick. "Did you burn yourself helping Alfred?" Bruce settled into his normal spot at the head of the table, settling Dick on his lap. He balanced the older boy on his thighs, so Dick's sore little rear wasn't pressing against anything. Bruce tugged a second plate over so Dick could eat, offering Alfred a smile when the butler brought out the water pitcher. Alfred chuckled at the sight of Dick snuggled up in his father's lap in spite of himself. Some things never changed.

Bruce served both his sons and then himself, adjusting Dick a little bit so that he could eat without having to worry about dropping something on the former acrobat. "How was school Jason?" He asked conversationally, taking a bite of pasta. After a few more minutes of eating, Bruce paused to look at his sons. "I'm not sure if you knew Jase, but we're going to a gala this Friday night." He said, gaze focusing on the younger if the pair. "It's going to be...different. Lots of rich men and women trying to outdo one another with their donations. Everything you hate." Bruce said with a teasing tone, remembering how Jason would scoff at the lavishness of the life he'd been adopted into. Dick had shied away from it before he wasn't used to it. Jason had just full on been against it, claiming it made people soft and weak. Right up until he realized that Batman and Bruce Wayne were the same person. Even still, he'd roll his eyes at some of the kids at the Academy.

"You both need to be on your best behavior. I give a lot of money to this charity, and I can't have them thinking that my two boys can't handle being in public." Bruce said, gaze becoming slightly stern. "And that means you need to watch those snippy comments. I don't care if you make them to kids in your classes, but definitely not at the gala." The father added, before taking another bite of dinner. Bruce remembered Dick's first public gala. The little boy had clung to his pant leg the entire night, hiding his face away from everyone cooing over him. Jason was older than Dick had been, and he was considerably less shy in situations that made him uncomfortable. Dick ran to his father, and Jason made snappy comments.

Chances were there would be a few other children there, likely a couple that were Jason's age and maybe two teenagers around Dick's age. The thing was that these kids were snooty and spoiled, flaunting their money and adopting their parents' superiority complexes. Bruce had refused to let his kids adopt those attitudes. He'd give his kids a swat across the bottom if they needed it, not to mention the physical discipline brought about emotional discipline. "I'll be there the whole time, if you need something. It shouldn't be too bad...maybe you'll meet a few of the other kids who go to your school." Bruce added optimistically, smiling slightly in spite of his worries. He usually avoided going to these things, but unfortunately since this was one of his major charities, Bruce had to attend. As dinner finished up, the Dark Knight stood up and settled Dick on his own two feet so he could stretch out his muscles.

Alfred brought out the cookies, and after snagging one, Bruce took a bite. As much as he prided himself on eating well, these cookies were too good to resist. "Alright Boys, grab your homework and let's go to the office." He ordered, looking from one face to the other. "I have some work to finish up, and if we're going patrolling this weekend, I want all your homework done." Bruce instructed, nudging both his children along to grab their backpacks. Mostly it was Dick under his supervision, but Jason tended to get jealous if Bruce dedicated his time entirely to his older sibling. Even if it was homework time, it was better just to include Jason so he didn't end up throwing a tantrum about something unrelated to prove his annoyance. "Come on, bedtime will be here soon." Bruce said, waiting at bottom of the staircase.

[Robin Hunter]

Jason nestled his face into Alfred shoulders as felt tears beginning to prickle in the corners of his eyes. He practically jumped when the cold water began raining down over his scorched digits. He clutched Alfred tight with free arm as little whimpers escaped despite the relief the did eventually came. He felt so stupid getting so worked up over something like this. He didn't know why he was being such a crybaby, he'd gotten worse injuries growing up and more recently during patrol. Sometimes he worried that living around such excess was going to end up making him soft. He watched as Alfred rubbed that strange fancy smelling stuff all over his hands and resisted the urge to wipe if off the moment it touched his skin. As Alfie bandaged him he did his best not wince at the pain shooting through his hand. He'd just wanted a cookie! He slowly began trying to flex his, pouting somewhat.

"Okay, sorry Alfie" Jason said sullen slightly. He lingered close as he was placed on the titled floor once more. He did perk back up at Alfred's intention to let him cook with him again. "Really ?" Jason asked blinking, "I'd really like that! I bet preparing fish is really weird!" Jason said as the two of them entered the dining room. He has been looking at his hand with disappointment. At mention of the gala Jason took a pause and almost wondered if the butler had decided now was the perfect time to practice his comedy routine! Him at a gala!? How could Bruce think he would enjoy something like in the slightest bit! The biggest event he'd to in his life was some kid's birthday he'd crashed and the only dress code was a fun paper hat.

"N-no, he didn't tell about that Alfie." Jason said, the inner angry he'd been feeling internally not coming through in the small words that came out. He was distracted as Alfred littered the table with delicious food. He couldn't help beam when he looked at the sauce two of them had made togther, he looked toward the staircase wondering what could be taking those two so long!?


Dick shook his harshly once "It doesn't matter if they like me or not!...Well it doesn't matter as much! The bottom line is that they aren't good enough for you!" Dick snapped out. Growing up he'd thought all the women Bruce home were pretty in their flashy outfit, enjoying the praise they heaped on him for being adorable despite the fact they were literally hanging from Bruce the entire time. It was only when he'd begun watching the new and discovered what the term gold-digger meant did the resentment for Bruce's girl of the week become more pronounced. He didn't care what this particular heiress or socialite had to say about his life or anything for that matter!

"Oh, poor Jay." Dick said with concern in his tone "It's probably going to rough on him for the first time, all those eyes and cameras falling on him at once. I remember how scared I was even though I was so used to get tons of attention from the circus. I'll do the best I can to help him ." Even though he and Jason had gotten on the wrong foot, he didn't want the kid to get scared by that. "Oh please some of those big company types are the worst. They would sometimes pin buttons with their logos me dress jacket since they knew you'd see me by the end of the night!" Dick chuckled, he used to just think he was getting gifts being that young.

Dick smiled at the fact his little plan had so clearly worked. He would never be as bad as the kids that roamed the halls of Gotham Academy, but there was no way he wasn't going to end up somewhat spoiled from growing up with such comforts. Though it wasn't anything material the stirred tantrums from him, most of his like he'd only really wanted one thing deep down. Attention, particularly Bruce's as of late. As they entered the dining room Dick made a point to hide his face from Jason by nestling it into Bruce's shoulder. Ever since Jason had moved in, he and Bruce had been aloof of each other or arguing about something, so the sudden shift from being at each other's throats to cuddling was sure to be noticeable.

Jason happily looked up as Bruce ran a hand through his curls though his expression as his injury was brought to light."I tried to grab a cookie before it was ready." Jason said with a sigh. "I can barely move my hand!" Jason squeaked, holding up it up for emphasis. His muted blue gaze did narrow some as he watched Bruce adjust Dick onto his lap. He wondered what had changed so much between the two in just a few hours to make such a huge changed.As everyone was being served Jason finally spoke up. "We learned why kissing isn't just gross, but dangerous and I got my history test back. I didn't do as good as I wanted." Jason said through a full mouth of salad.

Dick smiled as was adjusted on Bruce's lap. It wasn't difficult considering he'd done it quite a few times over the years. He used to do it because Bruce wouldn't always talk at dinner he'd first moved moved in. One night he'd just hopped into Bruce's lap to for force some interaction. It hadn't been an every night thing, but it had been enough to show Bruce he wasn't going to be ignored. As he crunched on piece of bread he noted that Jason couldn't dive into the food as trouble did. He had to hold his fork more carefully in his injured hand after all.

"Yeah Alfie told me about it. Why do I hafta' go? You already have Dick to show off, what am I supposed to do there. I bet there's nothing fun to and you have to be all uptight about stupid manners." Jason bemoaned tactlessly. Having to get dressed up to hand around those types sounded like the worst. "You're right that sounds exactly like something I would hate. Just a bunch of snobs throwing money around like Gotham isn't messed up right under their noses" Jason parroted though his tone almost defensive as began trying to think of some method in order to get out of this.

Dick rolled his eyes at Bruce's warning. Lifting a hand he jabbed a finger into Bruce's chest. "You're not the only one has public persona to maintain ya know!" Dick said with mock irritation."Every time we go to any event I have to dance with somebody not matter how much I don't want to or else I risked offending one of the brats of your many, many business partners!" Dick didn't mind putting on show, but having to rub elbows with so many shallow rich kids made him long to just dance with a certain redhead he adored....

"I don't care if I know anybody from school! Anyone who isn't a scholarship kid is just boring and ungrateful anyway! I still don't wanna go! I'd rather stay here and wash the Batmoblie five times or do just about anything else than see the two of you act stupid for shits and giggles." Jason shouted, stabbing his plate a tad harder than was necessary.

When Alfred returned with the cookies both clamored to grab some cookies. Dick briefly pouted at the breaking of his and Bruce's contact, but kept the huffiness under his tongue. The mention homework caused the affectionate expression to wilt significantly, Jason meanwhile was unfazed and almost seemed happy the subject had changed from the gala plans to schoolwork. Something he understood far more. With a cookie in his mouth Jason darted up the stairs, but Dick lingered at the bottom of the stairs. He was suddenly reminded of the soreness of his red little rear. When he finally walked up he case Bruce a look of pitiful hurt despite the fact he longed to return to the familiar comfort his father provided.

Jason was the first to scamper into the office, a worksheet in one hand and a paperback in the other. "I have to read a chapter of this a night, but I've a already read a few chapters ahead." Jason said pushing the book over for Bruce to see. " Also got this worksheet!" Jason said waving the paper in Bruce's face as he climbed atop the large wooden desk. Reaching for a pen he began to work, he was halfway done when Dick finally appeared at the door. In one arm was a thick stack of papers and his backpack in the other.

The older boy almost stomped over to the desk and did not meet Bruce or Jason's eyes. Slamming down the stack of papers that Bruce would have to look and sign, Dick than held up a thin paged packet of work."I've just got this packet for History and nothing else."Dick almost snapped. He turned away from both his family members, tossing the packet on the floor before joining by laying on his stomach. He knew full well that Bruce probably wanted him to use one of the little writing nooks scattered about the room, but he wasn't about to put that kind of pressure on his bottom right now if he had a say in the matter. As he began to work he could notice Jason gawking at the stack of failed tests with what he was sure was awe. Dick gripped the pen and tried to focus as the same inability to sit still began filling him as well as the humiliation of having Bruce looking over shoulder like this. Soon he began signing with frustration, something Jason took note of.

"Shut up!" Jason yelled after the tenth sigh from Dick on the floor. "Some of us are actually trying to good in school you big idiot!"

Dick's face whipped up at the insult, out of both anger and subconscious eagerness to get out of doing work. "Oh cram it you little jerk! Don't you have more fingers to burn off!?"

[LadyLoki]

The younger of his two sons seemed eager enough to start on his homework, and Bruce smiled slightly at the enthusiasm. Dick, on the other hand, was dragging his feet. Bruce’s brow rose slightly when Dick slammed the stack of tests down on the wooden desk, but he didn’t scold his son just yet. “You still have some studying to catch up on. You have retakes of those tests to worry about, and I guarantee you won’t be failing them.” He said sternly, before tugging the bunch of tests over and beginning to go through them. Bruce had a pen in hand, signing the tests one by one. He glanced upward when Dick began sighing, but he ignored it right up until Jason snapped at his sibling. “Boys.” Bruce cautioned, raising a brow and standing up. “Jason, don’t call Dick an idiot. And Dick, do not tease your sibling.” He said firmly, coming around the side of the desk to pause next to where Dick was laying on the carpet.

Bruce gently nudged Dick up unto his knees, before easily heaving the boy back up onto his hip before snagging the worksheet off the ground. He used to do this when Dick was younger, and complained about having to do homework while Bruce was trying to finish paperwork that had been pushed aside for the sake of patrol. Bruce would settle Dick on his knee and have the kid do the work there, if only because for whatever reason, his son liked the closeness. Perhaps Dick hadn’t been ready to be separated after the spanking he’d taken, and Bruce could understand that having to stay in from patrol in favor of history homework was frustrating. The Dark Knight settled back into his office chair with Dick carefully balanced on his lap, avoiding putting pressure on the well spanked little behind.

The man didn’t comment further, since Dick was already familiar with the ritual they’d had right up until the teenager had started whining about being too big to snuggle against his father. Bruce didn’t believe that was true, not after the emotional upheaval they had gone through just a few hours before. He simply resumed reading through the paperwork, scooting the chair a little bit forward so Dick could write using the desk.

After several moments, Bruce glanced upward and motioned for Jason to come over and join them. He didn’t want to provoke more arguments and jealousy, so the best thing to do was at least ensure that neither Dick nor Jason felt like they were being ignored in favor of their sibling. As soon as Jason complied, Bruce settled Jason in the crook of his other arm. It was getting later, and it was getting close to Jason’s bedtime. Jason always protested that he hadn’t needed one, but Bruce never failed to notice how the boy’s eyes began falling shut around nine or so. Getting the younger of the two back on a normal sleep schedule had been an ordeal in itself.

Bruce continued looking through his paperwork, before settling back into the chair and glancing at the clock. Gotham had been quiet for a few days, with most of the normal criminals still locked up in Arkham for the time being. It was these breaks in the routine that Bruce actually got to spend with his kids, even if it was making sure that they did their homework. Of course, the boys understood that their father had a commitment to protecting the city, but it didn’t make it any easier to go days with limited time with Dick and Jason. Bruce worried about Dick’s missions with the Titans, and he worried about how Jason was adjusting. Alfred filled him in, but it wasn’t the same.

The grandfather clocked chimed out that it was nine o’ clock, and Bruce stretched slightly before lightly squeezing both kids. “I think it’s time we call it a night. You have school tomorrow, and we’re going to be out late for the Gala.” Bruce announced, before standing up with both Dick and Jason balanced on his forearms. “And I don’t want to hear any complaining.” He added with a slightly amused expression. Besides, he still had work to do and managing the boys wasn’t exactly the best environment for reading through pages of lawyer jargon. Bruce settled Dick in his room first, ruffling the boy’s hair fondly. “I’ll be back in a bit to say good night.” He promised, before heading to Jason’s bedroom to drop the little boy off. Bruce found Jason to be the least likely to listen to him when it came to bedtime, and needed more supervision.

Jason was settled on his own two feet, and Bruce nudged the kid towards his bathroom. “Go brush your teeth and wash your face.” He said, smiling slightly. Whenever he was actually at the Manor around bedtime, Bruce took the time to tuck the boys in. Or at the very least Jason, because Dick had begun insisting he was too big for that kind of thing. Perhaps he should have forced the issue from the very beginning, and that might have alleviated some the neglect Dick had been feeling. Better late than never, at the very least. Bruce waited patiently until Jason crawled into bed, before smoothing a hand over the curly hair fondly. “I’m very proud of how well you’ve been doing Jason, both in school and with your training.” He praised, sitting down on the edge of the bed for a moment.

“I’ve been thinking, after the Gala’s over and done with…you can come with me for a serious patrol around Arkham. Gordon’s heard from some of the guards that there might be someone planning a breakout, and I think you’re prepared enough to at least come along.” Bruce said with a small smile, considering the little boy settled beside him. He hadn’t let Jason go on patrols where he thought there would be serious risk to the little boy. Nothing with any of the supercriminals, because Jason hadn’t been trained enough yet. Kid was smart, and a capable fighter when it came to hand to hand combat, but coming across Joker or Two Face was something else entirely.

With another glance at the clock, Bruce stood up and pressed a kiss to the top of Jason’s head. “We’ll talk more about that after tomorrow. Sleep tight, Jason, I love you.” He said, before turning the lights off and leaving the door slightly ajar. Call him paranoid, but in case something happened, Bruce wanted to be able to hear. It helped if the boys had nightmares, which both had had right when they first moved in. If Bruce wasn’t there, then Alfred could check on the boys when they had bad dreams.

Bruce stopped by Dick’s bedroom to make sure his older son was actually getting in bed, and he tightened the covers around Dick’s shoulders. “Sleep tight Dick.” He said quietly, smoothing a hand over his son’s messy hair. “I love you, Little Bird.” Bruce pressed a kiss to the top of Dick’s forehead just like he had done with Jason, before dimming the lights and heading back into the office.


Friday night arrived soon enough, and Bruce was putting the finishing touches on his appearance. He had had a suit tailored for the event, since he had to show off with the rest of the bigwigs. Bruce had left Alfred to cajole the younger two into their suits, because the old butler was better suited to guilt Jason into his brand new suit. Dick knew the song and dance at this point. Bruce was slightly concerned about how Jason would handle this, because if there was one thing his son couldn’t do, it was watch his mouth. He headed into Jason’s bedroom, watching Alfred attempt to make the boy’s curls lie flat instead of fluffing up like his hair always did. “Almost ready?” Bruce asked, and Alfred nodded with a final considering look.

“Yes, Master Bruce. Both Master Dick and Master Jason are ready to go.” Alfred responded, glancing down at Jason. “And you, Master Jason, you have to be on your best behavior.” He cautioned, leaning down to hold the bright blue gaze. “Stay with Master Dick, and mind your father.” Alfred added, fondly patting Jason on the shoulder. “I shall see you when you get home.” He gave the small boy a hug for good luck, as Bruce rested a hand on Jason’s shoulder. With a gentle nudge forward, Bruce led Jason into the hallway to meet up with his other son.

“Come on, we need to get going or else we’ll be late. And since this is one of my main charities, this time fashionably late won’t work.” Bruce said, looking over both his children one final time as the driver brought the limousine around. He hired someone else so Alfred wouldn’t have to hang around for the entire evening. Bruce opened the door to the car so his sons could get in first, before climbing in himself. The gala was taking place at a five star hotel downtown, and fancy cars and limos were lined up and down the street. Men and women dressed immaculately headed inside, some with children and some without. When their limo pulled up, Bruce stepped out and adjusted his tie. “Remember, best behavior. If something happens, come find me. Stay together.” He reminded the pair one more time, squeezing their shoulders as they walked into the lavish ballroom.

Gotham’s elite were standing around holding champagne glasses, pretending to ignore the flashing cameras. The room’s gaze turned to the three of them as soon as they stepped into the room, and Bruce offered a carefree smile before snagging a glass of champagne. Immediately cameras descended, hoping to catch a look of the newest heir to the Wayne fortune. Bruce did step slightly in front of Jason to shield him as best he could, but eventually he was pulled away to answer questions and mingle with the other donors.

[Robin Hunter]

The reactions to the encroaching Gala for Dick and Jason were two side of the same annoyed coin. School came and went for each, Dick eagerly wanting to get as far away as possible while Jason lingered for as many moments as he could before reluctantly loading himself into the back of the car for Alfred to drive them home. Once he did arrive back at the manor, he preceded to hide himself in his room. He spent the better part of the day pouting, any other time he would have not kept his indignation to himself, but Bruce's promise to let him do some serious hero work at Arkham was to good to pass up. He spent hours simply trying to rest and quiet the worries in his mind before he heard Alfie come in with a lame tuxedo in tow.

Dick meanwhile stood in front of the large vanity mirror in his room, running his fingers through his hair. He normally knew how this entire thing would go, but he had no clue what Jason was going to react. As he grew up he knew that if anyone got too forward with him he could defend himself, but at the first few Galas he'd been so scared of how rigid everyone seemed. Bruce's uncanny shift from his father to his over the top version of himself that made sense to the media was also so unnerving for him even still. Normally he was all smiles and jokes, waving off the frankly ignorant comments that people made about his background. Walking over to his bedside table he pulled out a small bottle of cologne Alfred had gotten him for Christmas last year. Spraying the blue liquid about his neck he silently prayed that maybe having to hold Jason's hand all night would sway the more unwanted attention.

Jason continued to fidget with his collar and cuffs as Alfred tried in vain to smooth his hair down. He knew for a fact it was a futile effort since they'd gone though the same process on his first at school. It just couldn't be done! He avoided his second guardian eyes the entire time he'd been preparing him. He felt like some girls stupid doll being prepped like this! Jason's gaze narrowed at Bruce when he came in. He felt like just throwing himself down on the floor. When Alfred finally turned to him with a warning, Jason could only muster a sullen nod. At Alfred's hug, Jason couldn't help but tug the butler toward as if briefly clinging to the much older man would be enough to keep him there. "Okay Alfie, I'll see you tonight." Jason said, voice almost whispering as looked back over his shoulder. Bruce tugged him along until he Dick standing the in the hallway. He looked so much better than he did. Those stupid dress shoes also made him somehow way taller.

"Hey Jay, you tux looks good on you." Dick said gently. He could see the fear in his brother's face and knew he couldn't blame Jason for not jumping with joy over this.

"Yeah, being late would be the worst. Probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight." Jason snapped under his breath as Bruce looked him and Dick up and down. This stupid bow tie itched and Alfred had put gross stuff in his hair. He thought expensive clothes were supposed to be more comfortable!? The shelter he'd visited had better shit than this! Jason slid into the limo first and Dick next. He flinched when Dick wrapped a hand around his own. In other time he would have jerked away from the older's boy coddling, but with the situation he was letting himself walk into he couldn't help stick on a little bit.

Both brothers scanned the city lights as the drove. For Dick he regarded them with a familiarity as he ran a thumb over the small hand in his own. To Jason the sheer opulence of Gotham's night life felt crushing. He hated coming into the city like this, he felt out of place and like everyone knew that he was. Soon enough however he missed the passing city lights as he was greeted with the flashing lights of cameras.

"Okay, Dad." Dick said evenly before shooting Jason a look."I'm sure we can find a way to make it work right, Jay?" Dick said gently. Jason however simply kept his eyes pointed in the direction of the flashing, he felt as if this was some new danger he'd encounter as Robin. Jason brought an almost desperate gaze up to Bruce only for his father's face to have taken on an unsettling grin. He had seen Bruce look like that on TV and in the papers, but seeing in person made him feel gross. That was not his Bruce. Before he could see too much he was pulled through the crowd of reporters. Looking around he gaped at the world around. Wayne Manor was huge, but also wasn't flashy. In every direction he looked he almost had to squint. The floor, the walls, the ceiling, and even the people were so shiny. Suddenly he felt himself pulled closer to Dick.

"Hey I know it's over whelming, but you'll be fine. Wanna get something to eat ?" Dick asked, hand still around Jason's. He noted the people were gawking at them, but for Jason's sake he decided to pointedly ignore. Walking Jason over to the snack table he tried to move quickly so no one would bother to talk to them, Jason's nervous were obviously frayed from this. He wanted to be mad at Bruce, but if Jason didn't make some kind of public appearance people would think something was wrong. When the arrived in front of the food Jason looked up and down, making a disgusted look at some of the five-start cuisine.

"Some of this doesn't even look like food." the little Robin said. He normally wasn't that picky, but everything looked so weird. He wanted to back home and help Alfie make something.

"Hey, come on now." Dick said reaching over to grab them both plates."The food's the best part of these things. If you don't eat some you know they're gonna waste."Dick said putting a china plate in the boy's hand. He knew Jason never wasted food, one of their first nights eating togther Bruce tried to getup and leave some scarps on for Jason to scurry over finish them up.

Jason couldn't disagree with that as began to fill up his plate with anything he recognized. Maybe he could deal with this. If he stayed close to Dick and away from all the reporters maybe this night wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. As he was pulling a third brownie onto his dinner plate a familiar voice sounded across the room breaking the attention of both Wayne brother's upward.

"Dick! Jason!" Waving from across, red hair bright in the sea of dull hues, was Barbara Gordon. Jason quirked his head at the older girl. They'd only met a few time, but she seemed pretty nice. Looking up his brother he say the same look Dick seemed to get whenever she was around.

"Hey Jason, stay right here for a moment okay. I'm going to go say hi to Barbara and we'll be right over." Dick said laying his empty plate down without even meeting his younger brother's gaze. It was only for a moment after all. He wanted to see Barbara alone for a moment, they'd only seen each other at school or on patrol lately. Since Barbara was four years his senior he she was only going to get more busy, so he wanted every chance he could.

"b-but wait!" Jason watched as brother barreled toward Barbara without looking back. He suddenly felt not only small in this room filled with strangers, but surprisingly betrayed by Dick's leaving him. As looked down at the plate piled with desserts he felt like this might be the first time he'd ever waste food. "Hey you!" Jason looked up and was greeted to a much taller boy towering over him, he looked a little older than Dick and obviously fit in perfectly with this crowd. He looked like Ken doll except his grin was somehow even more fake. That's all this place was, wasn't it ? Just people being fake!

"You're Bruce Wayne's new kid aren't you ?" The kid asked, body casting a shadow over him as it eclipsed the massive chandelier behind him.

"Y-yeah, my name's Jason." Jason said, trying to keep his voice level as he remembered Bruce's many, many times Bruce had warned them to behave. Inside he couldn't help repeating. Do it for Arkham over and over.

"So are the rumors true? That you're mom was some kind of hooker Wayne rammed five years agq?" The much older boy said, a awful glint in his blue eyes. "That she kicked it and now you're living with him out of pity?" Jason took a step back and he could have sworn he felt the plate crack slightly in his hands. Was that what all these people thought he was, he was some kind of charity case bastard ? "N-no that's not true!" Jason sputtered, posture becoming more aggressive as he leaned forward.

"Okay than were did you come from ?"

"That's none of your business!"Jason snapped back, not noticing his little growl had attracted onlookers.

"That's a great cover story you've got there. I think everyone knows why Wayne keeps-" The familiar media phrase Jason had heard so long ago was almost repeated to his face before a plate full of decadent foods made the speaker's. He'd plunged himself forward with enough strength to propelled him onto of the older boy. He'd taken down criminals have his size and this was a cakewalk in comparison. The plate of food thankfully slid away as a tiny fist tightened and Jason smashed into the center of older boy's nose with a heinous crack. He was going to be looked at that way, he wasn't going to be treated like this either. This was why he didn't want to come! People like this only could look down at him! Well now look who was looking down at who!

"You shut your damn mouth you fucking snobby prick!" Jason screamed loud enough to send echos bouncing about the massive, bright room."You don't know shit about me, about anything!" Jason second hand hand pulled the teen up by the collar of his shirt before plunging a fist into the set of pearly whites.

[LadyLoki]

Things had been going well. The charity was getting donation after donation, and Bruce had a smile on his face as he schmoozed his way around with Gotham's richest. He had been talking to Lucius Fox about some new business venture of Wayne Enterprises, when suddenly there was a commotion from across the room. "What on..." A crowd was beginning to gather around the distraction, and Bruce pushed forward to see what was going on. His mouth dropped open in shock, and horror. Bruce was just in time to see Jason punch some other child in the mouth. The man recovered quickly, surging forward to haul Jason off of the larger boy. Where the hell was Dick?! Bruce had explicitly told the older boy to stay with Jason, for reasons exactly like this!

The whole room was silent as Bruce swung Jason up onto his hip. He didn't scold the boy in front of everyone, but simply leveled Jason with a look that clearly meant "we'll talk later". The moment he turned around, people hurriedly returned to their conversations in an effort not to look like they were gawking at the youngest Wayne child. After a moment to check that the boy Jason punched wasn't hurt too bad, his mother had hurried over, Bruce began hunting for his older child. The gala was only halfway over, but Bruce wasn't in the mood to stay and dodge questions about Jason's outburst. He knew his son, and as much of a hothead as Jason was, Bruce knew he wouldn't have attacked the boy without a reason. He'd find out exactly why momentarily, as soon as he found Dick. Bruce's ire was raised, and his hold on Jason was tight. He didn't need words for his son to know how upset he was, and it was when Bruce was quiet that it was the worst.

His gaze scanned the room in search of his missing older son, and soon enough Bruce saw Dick chatting with one Barbara Gordon. Amazingly, Jason's little brawl hadn't made it all the way to the corner of the room, and Dick seemed none the wiser as to what his little brother had done. It was Barbara who spotted Bruce first, and her eyes widened at the determined tread as Bruce waded through the crowds toward them. "I think something happened with Jason." The pretty redhead commented, nudging Dick and nodding to Bruce's approaching form. "Bruce does not look happy." Barbara sighed, before offering the man a smile when he got close enough. "Hi Bruce, everything alright?" She asked, trying to diffuse some of the clear temper blazing in the man's bright blue eyes. To anyone who didn't know Bruce Wayne more than something superficial, he would have appeared completely normal. But to someone who had spent time with Bruce and Batman, it was clear he was livid.

"Good evening Barbara, unfortunately we were just leaving. Give my regards to your father, I must have missed him." Bruce said with a small smile, as his hand came to rest on Dick's shoulder.

Barbara didn't have the opportunity to respond as Bruce steered pointedly Dick towards the exit. He kept both boys close, as the paparazzi waited outside. Bruce pressed Jason close against him, shielding Dick's smaller form with his considerably larger one. He could hear them shouting questions, but Bruce ignored all of them in favor of signaling to their driver to bring their limo around. It didn't take long, considering everyone else was still inside, enjoying the free champagne and food. Bruce nodded for Dick to get in first, before placing Jason on the seats and getting in himself. He wasn't in the habit of scolding the boys in public, so Bruce remained eerily silent all the way back to the manor.

The moment the limo pulled into Wayne Manor's expansive driveway, Bruce was out of the vehicle and motioning for Dick and Jason to walk ahead of him. Alfred opened the door with a look of concerned surprise, glancing from the boys to their irate father. "Back so soon, Master Bruce? I hadn't anticipated your arrival until around midnight." He commented curiously, shutting the door as Bruce finally turned to face his children. Oh dear, something must have happened.

"My study. Now." Bruce ordered firmly, his voice booking absolutely no argument. "I don't want to hear any whining or arguing with me. We'll talk in a few moments." He added, pointing to the stairs. Alfred gave the boys a little nod, hoping that their obedience might grant them a little leniency from their father. Bruce remained downstairs for a few moments, rubbing his temples and taking off his suit jacket. He draped it on the edge of a chair, before sighing at Alfred's questioning look. "Jason punched the Hamilton's oldest son in the face." Bruce explained, shaking his head incredulously. "He was beating the crap out of the kid. I don't know why yet, but I'm going to find out." He muttered, before sighing again. "Dick was supposed to stay with him...of course instead he's flirting with Barbara." Bruce commented in frustration, and Alfred's brow rose in surprise. The Dark Knight began finally moving up the stairs, heading straight for the study.

The old butler might have tried and gotten the boys a little bit of mercy, but he understood Master Bruce's position. He couldn't have Jason punching everyone who pissed him off, especially considering it would raise some awkward questions.

Bruce pushed the door to his study open, shutting the door and crossing his arms. "Would either of you like to explain how that happened?" He asked sharply, looking from Jason to Dick. "Because last I checked, I told you both to behave and to stay together." Jason managed to break the first one and Dick had broken the second. "And instead, I find you punching a kid in the face and you chatting with Barbara Gordon nowhere near your little brother." Bruce lectured, tone slightly incredulous. He paused, before sighing. "I know you had a reason Jason, but of all the ways to handle your temper, punching someone in the face is not it." Bruce added, before deciding to just get this over with.

"Dick, go stand in the corner." Bruce ordered sternly, pointing to the only empty corner of his office. It had remained free of any clutter for exactly this purpose when Dick was younger, and had acted up while his father was trying to finish some work. Bruce had simply stood the boy there until he figured the boy had learned his lesson. Only this time, it was until his little brother's spanking was over.

The two had never been spanked together before. Hell, Jason had only ever been spanked once and this was equally as bad as getting into a shouting match with his older brother. Bruce then turned his gaze to Jason, before tugging one of the armless chairs over and looking back to Jason. His temper had mostly fizzled out, and more than anything Bruce was concerned. What had gotten Jason so worked up?

Bruce gently took ahold of Jason's wrist, tugging his son to stand in front of him as he settled down into what Dick had long since deemed the 'spanking' chair. He tilted his son's head upward, studying Jason's face for a moment before speaking. "What happened, Jason?" Bruce asked, his tone calm.
"I know you, Son. I know you wouldn't have just launched yourself at him for no reason. I don't approve of what you did, but I want to know why." He said evenly, gently moving to take off Jason's little tuxedo jacket and hang it on the back of the chair. Bruce tended to be more delicate with handling Jason, like he had been when Dick had first moved in. The older boy had known Bruce practically all his life, and long gone were the days where Dick worried that every mistake would get him sent back to foster care.

Jason though had only been here for a few months, and he’d only been seriously punished by his father once. Big mistakes like this were bound to be unsettling, especially since the little boy had never had to answer to any adult for most of his life. Bruce tugged Jason to stand between his knees, studying his child for a moment. He knew more than anyone how hard it could be to have the tabloids spew lies about the people you loved. That was partially why he had wanted the boys to try and behave, so that they wouldn’t have to worry so much about seeing vile words about their family in the newspaper.

Of course, no one would dare say anything to their faces. The wealthy social circles didn’t work like that. Not to mention no one would are cross Bruce, especially not where his kids were concerned. As much of a carefree idiot as he seemed in public, Bruce defended his kids to the bitter end whether he was Bruce Wayne or whether he was Batman.

“Let’s get this over with, Son.” Bruce said firmly, tightening his hold on Jason just in case the little boy wanted to make a run for it. They would talk more once the spanking was over and done with. He planned on ensuring Jason came and found him next time if he was having issues. The last thing he should he doing is abusing the training he received in order to become Robin. Ignoring all protesting, Bruce tugged down the crisp tuxedo slacks. He easily settled the little form over his knee, pinning Jason in place.

Bruce rested his palm on Jason’s defenseless little rear for a moment, before bringing it down with a hard smack. His son’s underwear did nothing to muffle the sting, and it was soon joined by several more swats. He still had another naughty child to discipline, and Bruce more than anything wanted to retire with a glass of scotch. “Your temper got the best of you Jason. If he was saying something that bothered you, the best thing to do would have been to walk away and come to find me. Punching the kid was exactly the opposite of the right way to handle it. It’s an abuse of your training.” Bruce scolded firmly, giving his son a harder spank to highlight his point. It was probably going to hard for the boys to hear each other get spanked, especially with this new sense of camaraderie they both had.

“I expect better from you! I know this isn’t something that you’re used to, and having to be in the limelight is hard.” Bruce conceded, his calloused hand giving the pale thighs two spanks. “But I can’t have my son, my Robin, losing his temper because some little snot-nosed brat said something stupid. You’ve heard criminals say worse Jay, what was different about this?”