Against the rules :: SpicyPepper

[KingCrowley]

Oliver chuckled when Bruce mentioned the Vase, "That's right, at least the boys didn't get hurt or anything." he agreed with a nod and then started mopping up the puke and alcohol stains, it didn't bother him as much as he thought it would. Roy was his kid, he was responsible for him, and he accepted that responsibility one hundred percent. He gave Bruce a sympathetic look when he asked what he was going to do with Dick.

"I have no advice other than making sure he doesn't sit for the next week." he said sadly, "Which will be Roy's fate too, I'm thinking of giving him a good caning with one of my arrows, I think it'll drive the lesson home." he explained and finished mopping up for now, he started putting away the empty bottles of alcohol in a trash bag.

"I get what you mean, they're just kids after all....not young kids but eighteen...they still need guidance and to be kept safe. Maybe we should ground them from patrol privileges for the time being?" he asked, shoving an empty bottle of Smirnoff ice into the trash bag with a heavy sigh.

Honestly, how did two boys obtain so MUCH alcohol?

[SpicyPepper]

"Amazing they didn't step on the broken glass." Bruce commented as he made sure to look over his boy very carefully before he was put to bed, and thankfully Dick seemed to be unharmed.

Bruce nodded at his friend’s sound advice of making sure Dick wouldn’t be able to sit for a week. “Sounds like a good plan, I’m sure that will stick for at least a little while.” He swept up the last of the glass into a dustpan and threw it in the trash. “I think a lesson with a belt might help Dick think twice about the consequences next time.” He sighed a bit as he didn’t like punishing his son at all; even now that Dick was eighteen Bruce could sometimes only see the image of his little boy from long ago.

Bruce rubbed his chin at Ollie’s suggestion of grounding them from patrol privileges. “Hmm, yeah, it will give them time to reflect on their decisions they made today.” He threw a empty beer can into the trash as well. “Maybe I should have made my alcohol cabinet more secure.” He said. “I guess being hidden behind a bookcase should be expected for this household.” He smirked a little as Wayne Manor did have a lot of secret passageways and hidden doors throughout the home.

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Oliver nodded his head, "Thank god neither of them were hurt, I'd be devastated if anything happened to my boy." he explained and continued throwing all the empty alcohol bottles and beer cans into the trash bag. No seriously, how much alcohol had those two consumed between them?! He had to sigh a little bit and nodded his head when Bruce mentioned giving Dick a lesson with the belt, "Sounds like a good idea." he agreed with a nod of his head. Between a caning and a belting, the boys were going to have very sore backsides tomorrow.

He had to chuckle when Bruce mentioned how he should have made his alcohol cabinet more secure. "Yeah, that might of helped, and I'm sure Dick knows how to get into your stash by now." he grinned before throwing the last of the cans into the bag and taking the trash outside. "Alright, everything looks clean, just needs a bit of air freshener." he said.

Ollie then glanced at the time and yawned, "Maybe we should call it a night, Bruce?"

[SpicyPepper]

Underage drinking is something that Bruce never approved of. When out on patrol he would throw his batarang to break the bottom of any alcohol bottles that were in the hands of any underage person he saw, first making very sure he would not hurt that person in the process. A nice thorough lesson with the belt seemed to be just what Dick needed for what he had done today, as it was a very serious crime in Bruce’s book. Of course, Bruce would be careful with the belt so it would not cause any long term damage to his child, he might never forgive himself if he allowed himself to go that far.

“What tipped you off to Dick finding my liquor cabinet? The two happily, drunk teens in the living room littered with alcohol bottles?” Bruce asked and returned the smile. “Yeah, I’ll have to put it in a much, much more secure location now..maybe in a safe that’s in a safe.” He half joked.

As Oliver took the trash outside, he grabbed a bottle of air freshener, smiling when his friend mentioned the room needed it when he came back in. “Got it covered.” He sprayed the room, making it smell…somewhat better. He cracked and stretched his back when he noticed the time on the large grandfather clock as well. Bruce usually took all the sleep he could get his he had a life of a crime fighter, and going to bed sounded like a perfect idea.

“That sounds good. I'll see you tomorrow." He nodded to his friend. "Good night, Oliver." He walked up the grand staircase to get to his room.

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Oliver wasn't looking forward to caning his son's bottom with his arrow tomorrow, but what choice did he have? Roy could have gotten alcohol poisoning or something similar, the man wasn't prepared to give his son any reason to repeat what he'd done tonight with his friend Dick. He took the bag outside and laughed when Bruce mentioned locking his alcohol away inside a safe that was inside a safe, "Sounds like a good idea." he grinned happily.

He chuckled when Bruce sprayed the air, it did smell better, not that you still couldn't smell the puke. He guessed it was Dick's puke since he hadn't needed to throw up when they got there, but Roy had. "I think I might crash with my son." he said, stretching his limbs.

"I'll see you in the morning." he smiled and headed up to where Roy was tucked up in the double bed. Ollie slipped beneath the covers and held his son close, pressing a kiss to his head, "My boy." he huffed half fondly.

Dick had stayed in bed for about half an hour before he had to go to the en suite and throw up. He didn't make it back to bed, he sort of collapsed in the bathroom, nose to tile and butt pointed up at the ceiling. He groaned and slipped into a deeper sleep.

[SpicyPepper]

Roy was out like a light and didn’t hear Ollie come in the room at all, not even waking when he got in the bed and cuddled him. What did make him stir was the soft kissed that was pressed to his head. “Mmm..” Roy groaned softly and opened his eyes a bit. “Daddy? Did ya..finish cleanin’?” He scooted a bit closer to the blond man. “I did n’ throw up no mores…” He said a bit proudly, resting his head against Ollie’s broad shoulder. “I still tired though…” Roy mumbled after a moment of cuddling, quickly falling asleep once more within a flash.

"I'll check up on Dickie before I go to bed." Bruce told his friend as he ascended the stairs. "Don't want him sleeping in some weird position that will leave him sore...he'll be sore enough tomorrow already."

Bruce went to go check on Dick before retiring to his own bed for the night. He slowly turned the knob and opened the door just a crack. His blue eyes scanned the room, the man getting a slightly confused look when he didn’t see his boy in his bed at all. Upon stepping further into the room Bruce saw that he wasn’t in the room at all and was about to go back in the hall to look for him when he heard a soft snore coming from the connected bathroom. Sure enough when the man looked past the door he saw his son fast asleep in one of the cutest sleeping positions ever. That position was how he would sleep when he was much younger, face on whatever ground he had fallen asleep on and his cute little bottom in the air. Dick often found it mortifying that Bruce actually had two full albums of him sleeping in that position as a little one.

Bruce smiled softly as he picked Dick up into his arms and brought him back to bed, laying his son down before climbing in after. He tucked the covers around them and sighed softly as he cuddled his child.

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Ollie hadn't meant to wake his son, but he just gently smiled when Roy opened an eye and asked if he finished cleaning, "Yeah, it's all nice and clean now buddy." he answered, hugging him closer to his chest and smiling wider when Roy said he didn't throw up anymore. "That's really great lad, come on, let's cuddle up and sleep." he suggested, even though it was only nine, the boys must have started drinking by six. He held Roy close and kissed his head.

"Sleep tight Roy, love ya." he whispered and closed his blue eyes, falling asleep with his son in his arms. He was dreading tomorrow, but at the same time, he wanted it over with.


Dick didn't stir when his Dad came into the bathroom. If he was in a conscious state, he would have been embarrassed about his sleeping position. But he was too asleep and drunk to notice or care. He opened one blue eye when Bruce reached down and scooped him up, holding him to him. The next thing he knew, he was in his Dad's arms, cuddled up in the big double bed. He snuggled against the broad chest and mumbled.

"Ni-Ni Daddy." before falling into a deep sleep all over again.

[SpicyPepper]

The morning came much too early for Roy’s liking. As soon as he opened his eyes he was met with a horrid headache that would pound with the beat of his heart. The teen groaned and rolled over onto his stomach, putting a pillow over his throbbing head. It even hurt just thinking of getting out of bed.

A warm presence next to him did draw Roy’s attention to uncover his head, only to see Oliver Queen sleeping right next to him. A small smile crossed over his face, Ollie could be such a softie when he wasn’t feeling the best. He then winced to just why he wasn’t feeling the greatest, a drinking party he had with Dick last night; beer, vodka, Smirnoff, it was all there as Dick knew exactly where to look to get it and there seemed to be no shortage of it. Roy sighed and scooted closer to his father, wanting a few more comforting moments before he would inevitably have to get up and face the undoubtedly, unpleasant consequences. He wrapped Ollie’s arm around himself, closing his eyes to maybe get a few more minutes of shut eye.


Bruce carried Dick from his place on the bathroom floor back to his bed, noticing that his son had one eye open and was looking up at him. "Go back to sleep. Daddy will be right here with you." Bruce said and smiled down at his sleepy boy when he had tucked them both back in the bed. “Good night, Dickie.” He said fondly and kissed his son’s dark hair. He certainly wouldn't mind staying cuddled up to his son like this for a while as he was not looking forward to what would have to be done tomorrow. The man then slowly closed his eyes, falling asleep rather quickly.

When the morning came, Bruce was still sleeping like that, his arms wrapped securely around his child.

[KingCrowley]

Oliver opened an eye when he felt his son stirring, but as he moved closer to him and fell back to sleep, he just sadly smiled and closed his own eyes once again, not wanting to have to get up and deal with his son's errant backside right now. He figured another hour or so of sleep wouldn't hurt, after all...it was only seven in the morning, he doubted Roy would want to get up until eight or nine anyways.

He snuggled up with his son and fell asleep once more, hugging the red head to his body as he drifted into a deep state of sleep.


Dick looked up at his Father and nodded his head, "M'kay." he answered and snuggled up against Bruce, enjoying the warmth and comfort of having his Daddy close by. The next morning, he creaked an eye open and immediately shut it again, his head was pounding and aching and he felt like being sick all over again. His mouth tasted like puke and drool ran down his chin. He groaned and thought back to last night, all those drinks that he and Roy had...

Wait... he paused and glanced to his sleeping Father, eyes wide.

Shit, he was going to be in so much trouble when he woke up. He quickly shut his eye and went back to sleep.

[SpicyPepper]

When Roy woke up an hour and a half later he did feel a bit better than he did when he first woke up. He looked at his still sleeping father, sighing softly as he knew he was in very big trouble.

Roy’s brow wrinkled in concentration as he tried to remember last night. Let’s see, the evening starting out with video games, a dinner of pizza and candy, and then after that did the drinking start accompanied by more drinking. Roy remembered throwing up at one point and somehow he made it to the toilet, oh wait, no it was Oliver who brought him there. He recalled Bruce and Ollie coming home and being very displeased with the boys, but everything past that was a bit fuzzy for the teen. Wait…did he call Oliver daddy?

Well he might never life that down.

Roy took in one more comforting moment of being in his father’s arms before taking in a deep breath. He unwrapped himself from Ollie’s arms, not being totally subtle as he wanted to get the punishment over with so he didn’t really mind if his father woke up. The teen then sat up with a wince, turning and sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a hand on his throbbing head.


Bruce felt his son might have awakened and opened one eye, just in time to see Dick’s own eye shut. He smiled to himself, letting his son be as he himself didn't want to get up either. They didn't have to push forward the punishment right away so Bruce didn't mind savoring the snuggle time he could still have with Dick. Bruce was also sure Dick wouldn't want to get up either as he surely had a pounding headache.

Bruce then reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a tissue and wiping the drool from Dick's mouth before tossing the tissue in the bedside trash and falling back asleep.