Super trouble revamped { Robin Hunter

[KingCrowley]

"Yeah but---but anything could happen! You'd care more if you were the one with this condition, you don't have to live with it like I do!" his emotions got too much for him to handle, and tears started spilling down Dick's face. He felt worthless with this condition, he felt pathetic and weak, it bothered him on a daily basis and it was starting to form a depression. More smacks continued to rain down on his bottom, and his lower lip began to wobble as he caught the sobs in his throat, his backside felt like it was on fire, and he wouldn't want to be very active for a while. "Y-Yeah we-we're c-clear." he answered, now beginning to let the sobs loose.

The mention of the diaper forced another sob from him, "I-I'll keep it ooooon." he answered and then shut his eyes tightly as he was tipped forward, expecting a barrage of harsh smacks to the most sensitive areas----and he wasn't wrong, "OWW!! AHHH!!! AHOOOWWWWW!" He wasn't holding back anymore, and he had gone limp across Clark's knee. Then it was over, and Clark pulled him up and into his arms. Before Dick could even snuggle into the comfort and feel the love and acceptance he needed---the hug was broken and he was pushed back, having a diaper slipped onto him.

The worst thing about being diapered after a spanking was how much heat the garments stored, and how his bottom felt much, much more hot. Dick miserably wiped his face and assumed that that was all the comfort he was going to get, so he wormed his way beneath his bed covers and turned onto his stomach, his face in his pillow which soaked up a lot of his tears.

"N-Night P-Pa." he said through broken, miserable sobs.

********

"Cause---" Bruce paused a moment when Tim asked him why they couldn't get married now, "Cause Daddy needs to decide if he can put up with Papa's snoring for the rest of his life, those are important decisions, y'know." he chuckled and then he rose a brow, "Of course I love him Timmy, almost as much as I love you guys." he promised, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He did love Clark, in a completely different way than he loved his kids, but no matter what---his kids came first, and he'd made that clear to Clark from day one. If his kids hadn't approved of Clark in their lives, then he wouldn't be with him today.

Bruce then raised both eyebrows at his son when he asked when he was allowed to get married, and the man settled down as the movie came to an end, "When you're sixty---maybe sixty eight." he snorted. His little one wasn't allowed to grow up and be an adult----not yet---not while he was still his little baby. Honestly he was even dreading the teen years. The Bat then felt his eyes closing, until Tim got his attention again and asked if Dickie was in trouble. He hadn't heard anything, so he strained his ears.

Sure enough he heard the familiar sounds of Wayne Kent family discipline coming from his room, and he gave a saddened sigh. What could his eldest son have done now? "Sounds like it kiddo." he answered truthfully. He felt bad that Dick seemed to get into more trouble than Tim, it wasn't that he was a bad kid, far from it, he was just energetic----and a teenager.

Despite Tim's injury, Bruce would still spank Tim because he cared enough to do so, and would always care enough to do so. He wouldn't put Tim in a straining position though, he would most likely keep him tucked under his arm or stood up against him so there was no pressure to his injury. Spankings weren't the only way to discipline their kids though. They got grounded, their mouths got soaped, they had extra chores---it all depended on the offense. Bruce looked at Tim who still seemed to be listening out for his brother's punishment, and the Bat lightly tapped the bird on his nose.

"Anyway, it's got nothing to do with you, nosy." he teased and then turned off the TV, plunging the room into darkness. "And it's late, so it's bed time mister." he reminded him, letting out a yawn of his own, "Daddy needs to sleep for a good seventy hours." he mumbled tiredly.

[Robin Hunter]

"Dick I try and be there for you as much as I can." Clark felt a little helpless as he said such. Perhaps he would need to keep Dick at as little less arm's length. It was becoming clear that Dick obviously felt very self-conscious about this.

Clark barely had time to react before Dick was forcing himself under the covers, likely thinking he was still cross with him. Shaking his head he pulled the covers back. "Don't you 'Night Pa' me Richard Wayne." Clark began as he turned him over so he could on his pajamas. This wasn't the first time he had to do this routine with Dick. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm sure Bruce is already asleep so there's no point in waking him. I'll just stay in here tonight." Though he wasn't sure Dick would admit it his oldest son would likely appreciate that.

Pulling up the onesie he sighed. "Did you really think I was just about to leave you when you seem so miserable?" Clark leaned down and pressed a kiss to Dick's temple while smoothing away the stray dears. "I would never leave you like this, Dick." Clark continued pulling the onesie as carefully as he could as to Dick make Dick's rump hurt anymore worse. Buttoning the front up he pulled his oldest son right back into his arms.

"Tomorrow's not a school day, maybe if we ask your Daddy super nice and Timmy's feeling better we can go somewhere fun. Is there something you've been wanting to do Dickie bird?" Clark asked, tucking Dick's head under his chin. Bruce was the more stern of the two of them, it tore Clark up far more visibly seeing either of his sons upset. "Maybe the zoo!" Clark suggested with a smile. "You always loving the seeing the elephants." Clark knew good and well Dick would enjoy taking such a trip with their whole family.

*****

Tim rolled his eyes a little at Bruce's reasoning, but smiled when Bruce assured him that he still very much loved Clark. Tim couldn't imagine life without either of them. When Bruce said he would have to wait this long to get married he playfully kicked a little. "So I have to wait until I'm as old as you." Tim squeaked, knowing good and well that Bruce wasn't anywhere close to being that old.

Tim's eyes nearly crossed as Bruce touched his nose, which he scrunched up a little at the touch. "I'm not nosy." Tim playfully denied despite being of course extremely curious. Of course even the most curious little birds needed their rest to Tim's eyes fluttered shut not long after Bruce's did.

When he awoke the next morning the sun was just barely keeping up over the sky. Tim looked up to see Bruce quietly snoring. Right away an idea popped into his head. If he went to make his own breakfast he could have whatever he wanted! It was only far after all!

Moving off Bruce's chest quietly he fumbled around looking for his slippers. Sitting down beside the bed he slid them on before moving toward the door. Of course Clark was the only one around the house who actually cooked and he preferred an old fashioned homemade breakfast, but Tim was thinking something more along the lines of chocolate.

Making his way downstairs he stepped into the kitchen and looked around for the footstool, once he finally located he used it climb onto the counter, something he was never allowed to do, and began looking for where his Daddy had pull all the sweets.

[KingCrowley]

Dick lifted his face from his pillow when Clark told him not to 'Night Pa' him, was he in trouble again? He then found himself turned over, and he expected a stern scolding, but he got fastened into a pair of super comfortable pyjamas, and he smiled a little despite his upset. Then Clark said he would stay in there with him tonight, and his eyes lit up a little, he liked the sound of that, he liked to just sit and cuddle with his Pa, it made him not so depressed about his situation. Then Clark asked if he thought he was about to leave him when he was so miserable.

"I-I dunno. I thought---I thought you were still mad---a-and you said I had to go right back to bed after you finished." Dick answered, smiling at the kiss to his temple, and he immediately wrapped his arms around his Father, nuzzling into his chest, not wanting to move. The teen listened then as Clark suggested a family outing and Dick's head snapped up so fast he could have gotten whiplash.

"The zoo?!" he repeated excitedly. He absolutely LOVED the zoo, he especially loved seeing the Elephants and the monkeys, and of course the Tigers because they were so cool. Gotham Zoo was such a huge place and there was hours upon hours of fun to be had! "Yeah I wanna go, can we go Papa, please?" he asked, giving him large, blue puppy dog eyes.

******

"Haha, watch yourself there kid, or I might have to smack you with my walking stick." Bruce snorted and then ruffled up Tim's hair affectionately, "Adorable brat." he commented, pressing a loving kiss to his forehead. The two of them then settled down and once the light went out, the two of them fell fast asleep. Bruce honestly could have slept way past seven, which is the time they all usually got up for breakfast, but he knew Clark would have his ass if he missed one of his breakfasts and he wasn't sick or anything.

Six in the morning rolled around, and Tim decided he wanted to get up and make himself breakfast, which would have been fine, had he not broken the rules about climbing on the counter AND seeking out sugar for breakfast. Tim and Dick had a limited amount of sugar per day because they got so hyper-active and both parents firmly believed in nutritional foods, which is why they had cooked breakfasts or some oatmeal with fruit if it was a school morning and they were in a rush.

Being Batdad had it's perks, and Bruce could just sense whenever his kids weren't near him, if they had been previously. He opened his eyes and frowned when he saw that Tim wasn't at his side, he wasn't in the room. Bruce propped himself up on his elbows and glanced at the time, it was only 6:10am and he thought it was odd for Tim to be up. The bedroom had a bathroom attached, so he knew he hadn't gotten up to pee, either. Sighing, Bruce got up out of bed and then slipped on some slippers before heading out of the room and downstairs.

What he saw when he came upon the Kitchen made him frown. Tim was up on the counter, his arms in the air, reaching for the treat jar he kept above the fridge. It was filled with candy and chocolate and cakes and cookies. He couldn't believe Tim was breaking the rules like that! Bruce silently padded over to his child and lifted him down from the counter top, keeping both hands on his sides so his stitches wouldn't pull, then he set him down, turned him around to face him, and he knelt down to his level.

"Timothy Wayne-Clark, just what do you think you're doing?" he growled, giving his son the infamous 'Dad' glare, which was pretty much the same as the Bat glare.


Dick had fallen asleep cuddled up close to Clark like a baby Koala, he didn't want to move any time soon, but eventually the wet diaper would become too uncomfortable for him to tolerate any longer, and he would have to get up and asked to be changed. At first he had been so embarrassed, but after three years, he got used to the fact Clark or Bruce or Alfred changed him in the mornings, since neither of them made a big deal about it, and he always felt better being clean and dry.

The teen woke up and squirmed a bit, his diaper was pretty wet, so he gently shook his Papa's arm, "Papa----" he said softly, rousing him from his sleep, "I need---a change." he whispered.

[Robin Hunter]

"I'm might be upset with you, Dick, but I'm never going to be so mad that I would just leave you in such a state." Clark soothed to the boy in his arms. Seeing Dick's eyes light up like that made it seem impossible to say no to any request he had. "Well I wouldn't make the offer if I wasn't serious, Dickie." Clark chuckled fondly.

"We'll discuss it more than morning, I'm sure your Daddy will be fine with since he's been looking a reason to spend some time with you boys." Clark said as he moved the covers for him and Dick to get under. "Now get some rest, you don't wanna be all sleepy at the zoo do you?" Clark said fondly, giving Dick one final kiss on the cheek before slipping off his glasses and setting them on the beside table.

*****

It took all his Robin training not to jump out of his skin when his father startled him like that. Right when he was faced with his Daddy's all too familiar glare. Of course the answer was obvious. He hated when Bruce made him do things like this. Looking down at the floor he begun to pout as he was put level with his father. He didn't want to be in trouble when he first got up so he had to avoid the topic of the rules he'd just broken.

"Was just getting something to eat since you and Papa still asleep." Tim mumbled, to anyone having to stare down such an intense glare would have been enough to faint, but he was Robin and wasn't exactly new to being scolding by Gotham's Dark Knight. Bruce was holding him in place which meant he couldn't back away and try and look causal sadly. Part of him wanted to reach back and cover his bottom from any potential swats that might be coming his way. Maybe Bruce would be a little lenient since it was first thing in the morning.

"All the good stuff is where we can't reach it." Tim crossed his arms and turned his own version of the bat-glare on the Batman himself. Though compared to Bruce's hardened stare it wasn't much to compare. "What else was I supposed to eat! It's not fair that I have to wait for everyone else, that stuff is already made so it's safer than cooking." Tim began to reason.

*****

Clark's eyes fluttered open and it only took a moment for him to get his bearings. Reaching over he smoothed a hand over Dick's hair and he smiled. "Alright buddy, just give your Papa a second." Clark yawned as he stretched his arms upward.

Reaching for his glasses he smiled at Dick before reaching to pick him up into his arms as he stood. Of course there was a bathroom adjacent that had all the supplies needed to fix Dick up. "Don't worry, we'll get you cleaned up and than you can sit down while I get breakfast ready. From what I can hear your Daddy and brother are already downstairs." Clark said as he placed Dick on the carpet to get a few things out of the closet.

"Do you sleep okay, Dickie bird?" Clark asked as he undid the pajamas so he could change Dick.

[KingCrowley]

Bruce couldn't believe his youngest son was actually trying to justify his actions just now, instead of saying he basically wanted candy and disregarded the rules. Bruce was annoyed sure, but he was a kid and kids had impulses. What really bothered him was that Tim was actually trying to make his Father feel guilty about all of this, which he didn't in the slightest. The bat dad immediately silenced his son with a firm SMACK to his bottom when he decided he had heard quite enough, "Who do you think you're talking to?" he asked, tone low and threatening, "I didn't raise my voice at you, and you certainly don't raise your voice at me." he scolded.

"We have always eaten breakfast as a family at seven o'clock every Saturday and Sunday morning, you know that. You only had to wait another half hour before we ate something, and if you were really that hungry then you should have come to me, and I could have made you some toast or something while you waited." he explained, keeping both hands firmly on Tim's shoulders. "Another thing you know is that you do not have sugar so early in the morning, never once have we permitted you to have candy as a meal substitute, so there's no excuse for you disobeying the house rules." the man concluded.

"So I'll ask again. Just what do you think you're doing breaking the rules?" Bruce challenged, narrowing his eyes again. Tim was definitely headed in the direction of a smacked bum that morning, and as much as Bruce didn't want to have to punish his kid at all, let alone first thing in the morning, he was not going to put up with this display of defiance and disrespect.

****

Dick wished he could have laid in bed for a couple more hours, but he was starting to get super uncomfortable in the trouser region and he desperately needed a change. So, he bit the bullet and gently woke his Papa, telling him what he needed and he relaxed a little when Clark didn't seem upset about being woken up, maybe he was just used to it by now. Dick had complained more than once that he could change his own diaper, but the last time he had, he forgot to secure the leak guards, and his diaper inevitably leaked, the time before that he hadn't put any cream or powder on, and he got a serious rash.

The young man wrapped his arms around Clark as he carried him to the adjacent bathroom, and he nodded when Clark said he'd get him cleaned up and then he could sit while he got breakfast ready. He adored his Papa's cooking, so he nodded excitedly. "You always make the best breakfasts Pa, just don't tell Alfred I said that." he chuckled. The boy then looked to the door and frowned, he could hear Bruce's unhappy voice and Tim's voice was raised. "Doesn't sound like anything good...." he pointed out and then looked back at Clark as he started unfastening his pyjamas.

"Despite the sore bottom, yeah I slept good. I had this awesome dream about the manor turning into this super cool funhouse with trick mirrors and rides, it was fun." he explained, rubbing the sleep out of his striking blue eyes, "What about you Pa, how did you sleep?"

[Robin Hunter]

Tim yelped loudly and hopped in place at the hard smack to his bottom. He hadn't meant to raise his voice though rarely most people in life ever did. He listened as Bruce told all the things about their domestic routine that he had long since learned. Rolling his eyes he nodded along, he never been able to sneak having candy or sweets before but this time he really thought he could! Shuffling his slippered feet his pout only became more frustrated.

"I wanted something chocolate and you weren't up yet so I thought I'd take it! It's not fair that I can't have it since I'm healthy enough. I couldn't be Robin otherwise" Tim said a bit more snappish, a bit uncomfortable at the smack to his bottom. It already was starting to sting and he couldn't help reach back to rub it a bit. "You don't have to do that you know. You don't get spanked when you act bad." Tim said a bit more sassy.

*****

Clark was more than flattered that Dick enjoyed his cooking as much as Alfred's. Especially since he knew first hand what wondrous cook the family butler is. "I won't tell him, buddy, but I think you're overselling me a little bit." Clark laughed poking Dick's stomach playfully. He shook his head a little when Dick replied that it probably wasn't anything good happening with Bruce and Tim at the moment. "It will all be fine." Clark assured.

"Well you know how to behave if you don't want to sleep on a sore bottom." Clark warned not too seriously. "That does sound like a really fun dream, though you've pretty much got a funhouse downstairs. It's called the Batcave." Clark joked as he pulled off Dick's wet diaper and laid a new one beside his son. "I slept just fine, though sometimes getting any sleep all feels better." Clark worked quite hard to balance all the different aspects of his life and like his partner sometimes found sleep falling by the wayside.

Powered Dick's still red bottom and putting on some diaper lotion he tapped on the new diaper before pulling back on the cute little pajamas. "There we go now, all better." Clark washed his hands and gave Dick another second to backup before picking the teen hero back up into his arms. "Let's head downstairs and see what could possibly be happening with Daddy and brother." Walking down the stairs Clark decided it was to ignore the tension or at least let Bruce handle it so he offered a cheery. "Good morning!" As he entered with Dick from the staircase. Setting Dick down he sat his oldest down gently at the table and pressed a kiss to the top of head. "Stay right here, tell Papa if you need anything."

*****

Tim couldn't help but glare when Papa and Dick came in, hoping that Daddy wouldn't notice since that was disrespectful. He didn't want his brother to see him get in trouble with their Daddy. Tim tried to dug away and wasn't sure more he could so he began trying to pull away from Bruce with a little scowl coming to the cranky little bird's features.

[KingCrowley]

Bruce rose an eyebrow when Tim told him that he wanted something chocolate and he wasn't up, so he thought he'd just take it. "Is that so?" he asked, his tone still low and dangerous. When Tim told him that he didn't have to smack him because no one spanked him when he was bad, the man lost all of his patience. In truth, Clark and Bruce kept each other in line, but their kids didn't know that, they didn't need to know that, it was none of their business. "I've had enough of your attitude this morning Timothy Wayne Clark." he answered, simply picking him up into his arms as his better half and his eldest son joined them downstairs.

"Good morning love, excuse us, we need to have a little talk." Bruce wouldn't punish Tim in front of his brother unless the two of them were getting a spanking at the same time, he thought his boys should keep their privacy, so they were usually punished in their bedrooms or in Papa and Daddy's bedroom. Bruce carried Tim upstairs to the master bedroom and walked right to the bed. The bat sat down and gently laid Tim over his knee, keeping an arm wrapped around his middle for obvious reasons.

"Congratulations Tim, you've earned your first spanking of the day." Bruce frowned, lowering his baby's adorable batman logo themed pyjama bottoms, and then he lowered his bright yellow undies, baring his bottom. "You do NOT speak to Daddy like that, I don't know who you think you are." he scolded, bringing his hand down across the middle of his bottom.

SMACK!

******

"The batcave would be more fun if we were allowed to go in there unsupervised." Dick felt the need to point out as his Father cleaned him up and then re-diapered him. It felt nice to be clean and dry and thankfully his bottom wasn't all that sore anymore so it was comfortable too. The young man nodded when Clark suggested they head downstairs and see what the domestic was all about. Dick knew sometimes his brother and his Daddy butted heads, it was because they were so alike. Still, he wished Tim didn't push it too far and end up with a spanking, since he didn't want to think about his brother in pain or anything.

Once they were both downstairs, Dick sat quietly at the table while Bruce carried Tim off upstairs. He knew why they were going upstairs and he sighed, "Poor Timmy." he said softly and then looked up at Clark, seeing the sadness in his eyes, and he thought maybe they needed to do something to lighten the mood. "Why don't we make pancakes or something together?" he suggested, rubbing some more sleep out of his eyes,

"Tim likes pancakes, we could make them look like little robins or something, with eye masks and everything." The eldest son suggested, standing up from the chair, "And Tim likes chocolate chip ones too, so we should probably make those."

[Robin Hunter]

Tim barely react as he whisked up into Bruce's arms, he kicked his feet a bit as he did so and gave a high-pitched little whine. "I don't have an a-attitude, Daddy." Tim whined, calling Bruce did once more since he could tell that he'd just gotten himself in trouble with Gotham's protector, What's worse is the pressure that was put on his already smarting behind as he Bruce picked up. Hearing the word's 'little talk' also did not bode well for his bottom either. He avoided Bruce's eyes as well as those of Papa and Dick as they left the room and were back were they had started this morning in his fathers' bedroom.

"Daddy noooo!" Tim whined and began hard enough that one of his slippers fell off as he was laid over Bruce's knee. He tried to move away, but of course had a strong arm around his midsection. No amount of training he'd gotten as Robin was going to help escape a really upset Batdaddy. "Don't wanna spanking! Didn't do anything that bad!" Of course the climbing on the counter and trying to get sugar notwithstanding. He felt his bottom being bared and gave a loud little squeaked as continued to wiggle about.

"OWWW, no more, no more!" Tim cried as the first spank crossed with the other one causing him to buck up a little in pain. "Y-you can't, m-my side. T-the stitches!" Tim cried, still thinking that his side injury would be able to get him out of spanking. Despite being small for his age Tim was stronger than he looked but when it came to Daddy or Papa it was no different than if he wasn't a hero at all. This almost made the spanking sting all the worse

*****

Clark gave playfully scolding look at Dick's comment about the Batcave. "Now, Now none of that. You can have just as much fun when we are around to look after you do little birds." Both Clark and Bruce knew that they had to give their boys some freedom since they came with being a hero, but they still did their best to protect them whenever possible.

Sighing Clark waited until Bruce had left the room with Tim to speak again. Hopefully the two of them would resolve this so they could properly stay the day. He did his best to block the situation as best as he could as walked toward the counter to begin thinking of that what on Earth they could have for breakfast. He turned around at his oldest son's suggestion. "Oh, Dick that's a good idea!" He praised with a smile.

"Little Robins would be just perfect too. Maybe some in the Nightwing symbol as well." Clark suggested. "If you want to help you need to be careful around the stove. little one." Clark reminded him as he begun getting the ingredients. "I'm sure Timmy would love some chocolate ones." Clark concurred as he got down the bag of chocolate chips from the shelf and started the stove. "Is there any flavor you want, Dick?" Clark asked as he went to gather a few things from the fridge so Dick could begin mixing.

[KingCrowley]

Bruce was not a morning person, and the worst time of day to piss him off would be the morning, he was always much quicker to bring his hand down, though every single time he had it was warranted. The man frowned as Tim began kicking up a storm over his knee and he managed to trap both of his legs with just one of his own, making sure that he didn't injure himself, which could happen while he was kicking so wildly. "Never mind your side, I have you secured in place and the only thing that's going to hurt is your naughty little bottom, and rightly so." he told his youngest child firmly.

"I'm very disappointed in you Timothy. You know better than to break the meal rules, and to climb up on high surfaces, you could have fallen and cracked your head open." he scolded, landing the second smack to his left cheek. SMACK! He then gave his right cheek a good smack, mirroring the last, SMACK! Since Tim was only little, Bruce knew he wouldn't have to spank him for too long, though he was going to make sure the lesson was learned before they were through.

"Then there's the disrespect you gave me. You do not ever talk to Daddy like that, or anyone like that, you were not raised spoiled and you will not ACT spoiled." he lectured, now giving his chubby, adorable little under curves some firm smacks.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

**********

Dick smiled when Clark told him that making pancakes had been a good idea, he thought so too, he thought it might cheer Timmy up since he loved pancakes. Dick preferred french toast with jam, or a bacon and egg sandwich, but pancakes were cool too. Dick grinned up at Clark when he explained they could make some pancakes in the nightwing symbol too, "That'd be interesting to see, think you could pull it off?" he asked, gently jabbing his Papa in the side as he did. Sometimes Dick liked to tease Clark, but there was never any ill intentions behind it. Dick nodded when he was warned to be careful around the stove.

He didn't need to be told twice, the open flames on the hob kind of freaked him out, so he kept his distance. Dick wasn't the biggest fan of fire. "Hmm, I like chocolate too Pa, and Daddy likes blueberries, so we could do a mix?" he suggested, since he thought it'd be better if everyone enjoyed something about the pancakes, it would make a family breakfast all the more enjoyable. Dick took the bowl from Clark and used the wooden spoon to start mixing the batter, glad he could help out wherever he could.

"How many should we make?" he asked.

[Robin Hunter]

Tim gave a loud groan as his legs were covered by Bruce's own, now he wasn't even able to struggle against getting spanked! He also couldn't restrain the first little cry when it became clear that his injury wasn't going to get him out of this spanking. Of course the little bird knew Bruce wouldn't exacerbate his pained side, but he thought that it at least meant he wouldn't get in any real trouble!

No matter how times he'd heard it, it would never be able to full handle it when Bruce said he was disappointed in him. It made him feel like his stomach dropped and the fact he was getting his bottom smacked certainly didn't help! "B-but Daddy I-I've been t-trained! I can h-handle stuf-stuff like that!" Tim cried. Tim yelped with each falling spank that seemed to burn even more than the last. Despite how much he would say otherwise, Tim couldn't take much when it came to spanking. Not only because of the pain, but the fact he could tell that his Daddy was at him. Something he could only handle for so long before he reached up for comfort.

When Tim felt his under curves getting smacked his eyes shot open wider and let out a loud wail. "Nooo, Daddy stop! Hurrrrts!" Tim shouted now as he gripped onto Bruce's leg, voice echoing in the halls of the Manor. He knew that if Bruce spanked any lower it would show on his Robin uniform since it was basically Dick's original uniform with black in the place of the green. Tears began welling up Tim's eyes now, the thought of getting sweets now the furthermost things in Tim's mind.

*****

Clark gave a mock indignant huff at Dick's comment. "I think if I can push a mentor out of orbit, I can certainly handle making pancakes." Clark returned the jab to Dick side as listened to Dick tell of what flavors would be best for the breakfast. "I think that's a good idea. It actually took me forever to figure out Bruce liked blueberries so much since he never told me. He just seemed so happy when he ate them." Clark said fondly. It was difficult to get much out of Bruce at times sinc he could be aloof, but Clark was still mad for him all the same

"As many as we can since you how much your Daddy and I always end up eating. Unlike you boys who actually seem to eat like birds." Clark joked. Truthfully both boys ate well enough, but he Bruce had larger appetites being older and bigger. As soon as Dick had finished making the batter Clark leaned down to press a kiss to the side of Dick's head. "Thank you, my little helper." Clark said as he began pouring the batter onto the hot griddle. He enjoyed cooking simply since Dick was so eager to help.

"How have things been going at school?" Clark asked casually. They'd had a few little hiccups in the past when it came to Dick learning to sit still and Timmy staying awake, both having some issues with paying attention in class.