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**KingCrowley** · February 17th, 2016, 12:09 AM

Things had been pretty tense in the Wayne manor ever since the blood son of Bruce Wayne came to live there. Bruce was apprehensive at first because Damian was part of a high elite Assassin's league and he wasn't sure how he was going to get along with the rest of the family. Things were already pretty tough, being Bruce Wayne meant three roles, CEO, Batman and Father. Each role was important to him but they usually got in the way of one another, Bruce tried not to let anything get in the way of Fathering his adopted children (and now his blood son) but more often than not, something came up and his kids had to come last.

If there was a school meeting, Wayne Enterprise always had to call him in for some long ass meeting. If it was a plan to spend time with the kids, Gotham always seemed to get into a state. He figured his kids understood why he couldn't always be there for them, he had very important roles to play. Batman couldn't earn a wage, after all.

Well, at least it was a Sunday morning, no work and Bruce had tried to cut off patrol on Sunday nights so he could spend time with his expanding family, at least he had Alfred around if need be. Bruce was in his room, just laying on top of his bed, the covers underneath him. It was 6:00am and he was pretty sure his kids were going to be sleeping in a bit, except perhaps Damian who was used to his early schedule. He turned on the TV and laid back, relaxing and watching the early Gotham news cast, maybe everything would be on the clear and some boring old news about a reinstated library or something would come up.

He rather doubted it.

bats~bats~bats~bats

Bruce turned on his side about two hours later and pressed a button near the bed, "Alfred?"

"Yes Master Bruce?"

"I think it'd be a good idea to start on breakfast, I'm gonna try and get the kids up." Bruce explained before getting to his feet and heading to Damian's room first. He figured it would be better to start with his youngest and work his way up. He walked into the room, surprised to see Damian still in bed. "Dami, time to get up." he walked over to the window and drew back the curtain, letting light explode into the room.

**Fenrir13** · February 17th, 2016, 07:25 PM

Intense sun rays hit Damian right in the face and soon the boy was stirring under the large blanket under which he had buried himself. Cursing Damian basicly fell out of the bed and then looked up staring into his fathers face for a moment. "Have I really slept that long? Damn, I wanted to train!", he complained and then slowly got up. "Tt, you probably want me to have breakfast with the imposters now, correct?", the kid asked his father and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
He hadn´t the highest opinion of his siblings and didn´t feel at home in Wayne Manor, yet. It probably was all Talias fault since she had just left Damian at the Manor one day forcing the boy to adapt to an environment he was not accustomed ,too. But so far Damian had staunchly refused to change his behaviour.

**Sprite the pup** · February 18th, 2016, 03:01 AM

Tim had walked past the door and heard the conversation, he backed up and leaned in the door way "well if mr.hot stuff isn't already blessing us with his constant complaints" he said sarcastically rolling his eyes at him. "If anybody should be complaining it should be the "imposters " having to deal with you short stack" he added with a small grin

**Lorie** · February 18th, 2016, 03:13 PM

Jason Todd, alias the Red Hood, six feet two inches tall and one-hundred-fifty pounds of lean muscle and punk attitude. Jason was possibly the least likely boy to become Robin until Damian took up the moniker. And that little monster is Batman’s blood so Jason may still be the least Robin of all those that have been given the title. After all he was the one that Bats took in after Jason was caught stealing the tires off of the batmobile. Unlike Dick or Drake Jason’s oldman was a petty criminal and his mom, or the woman he thought was his mom, was so addicted she couldn’t function without drugs. His real mom handed him over to the sick fuck that killed him three years ago. The sick fuck that’s still sucking air.

This morning though, that wasn’t anywhere near the seventeen year old’s mind. In fact there was nothing on Jason’s mind. This had been a good sleep, helped along by the barbiturates resting in the hidden compartment of his night stand, without dreams. Those are the good ‘nights’, the nights when sleep is blank and dreamless. Otherwise Jason sees his dependent mother laying on the floor or worse the bitch that betrayed him, a white faced psycho, and a crowbar. But today Jason was stretched out on his bed face pressed firmly into one of the eighty pillows Alfred seemed insistent that he have with a heavy comforter nearly covering his head.

**Yukiko** · February 18th, 2016, 09:45 PM

Cassandra Cain, the most taciturn girl that ever became batgirl and probably also the most dangerous. Born by her mother and trained by her father to become the best of all assassines, a merciless killing machine, her social skills fail to match her fighting abilities. Starting with the ability to speak. Thus she opens the door of Jasons room without knocking first and takes a look inside. Bruce Wayne sometimes calls her when he needs reinforcement for a difficult mission and as always when he called she came. Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne. It seems that Bruce believes this mission to be difficult and that he could need reinforcements and as usual she agrees with his judgement.

"Jason. Get up. Breakfast."

Yes. She can use sentences with more than three words. She practiced hard. But it's difficult and she rarely sees the nessecity. She is a fighter, not a politician.

**KingCrowley** · February 18th, 2016, 09:59 PM

Bruce rose a brow when Damian seemed to chastise himself for sleeping in, "We didn't get back from patrol til two in the morning last night, you needed the sleep, Damian." he answered and then frowned when the kid decided to call his siblings imposters. "They're not imposters Damian Wayne, they're my kids and ergo your siblings." he explained, "Family doesn't always need to be blood. But all that aside, yes I would like you to come downstairs and have breakfast with your family, Alfred should be done soon."

The man then turned when Tim mad an appearance, clearly the boy wasn't happy with what Damian had been saying. "Good morning Tim." he sighed. "I've spoken to Damian, and I don't wanna have to smack you both this early for name calling, so knock it off." he warned, his tone firm and gruff. "I'm going to wake Jason and Cassie, can you both head downstairs without arguments, or is that too hard?" he sighed, before then going to his daughter's room.

"Cass?" Upon not finding her in her room, Bruce decided to head to Jason's, finding her there. "Good morning Cassie." he greeted, a small smile on his face. Cassandra was his only girl and so he had a bit of a softer spot for her than he did the boys. "You can go and get breakfast, I'll get Jay up."

"Jason, Alfred's making pancakes and I'm pretty sure you don't wanna miss out." he told the teen, shaking his shoulder slightly as he laid there. "Up now, or I'm eating your half." he smirked.

**Fenrir13** · February 18th, 2016, 10:42 PM

"Tt... if you say so", Damian said wary of the smacks Bruce could dish out with his strong, large hands. But making him afraid of punishment wasn´t the same as getting him to accept Bruce other kids as his siblings.
Damian made his way out of the room in order to eat breakfast downstairs like his father had wanted. But on his way there he made sure to "accidently" bump into Tim. "Oh, I am sorry, Timothy", the kid apologized sarcastically and then ran off. "Good morning, Pennyworth", the boy said satisfied to have gotten away with being hostile to Tim (at least for the moment). Sitting down he awaited the other "Imposters" of whom he only liked Cassandra. He had heard a lot of tales about her in the League and the fact that she could kick his butt in a fight if she wanted to impressed him . If Damian was the perfectly bred leader, she was the perfectly bred warrior. He knew he shouldn´t mess with her.

**Sprite the pup** · February 18th, 2016, 11:23 PM

What ever you say" he said to his adopted father. Tim glared at him as Damian walked past and "accidentally" bumped into him as he walked past him, rolling his eyes at the sarcastic apology the 14 year old muttered "batbrat" under his breath as put his hands in his pockets and headed down stairs. Tim thought of ways to get back at the other boy on his way to breakfast as Bruce had asked of them, once down to the dining room he went into the kitchen and poured some salt into Damian's part of the pancakes then went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water before goin back into the the main room and sitting down in his chair

**Lorie** · February 18th, 2016, 11:40 PM

Pushing his drugged up body into a sitting position Jason looked groggily at first Bruce then Cass. The once dead teenager knew the sedatives he’d taken were a bad idea. It’s why he hid them. Now it was neigh on impossible for him to wake. “The fuck?” Jason groaned dragging a heavy hand through his hair. He heard words come from both the anti-social people before him but they all sounded like the adults from the Charlie Brown cartoons. Blurry eyes caught the numbers on his alarm clock but he could just make out that it was after nine AM. “Bruce really. It’s stupid early.” the teen complained, course Jason had always been more of a night owl. Turning back into his bedding Jason curled an arm around his head moaning, “fuck pancakes.”

**Yukiko** · February 19th, 2016, 06:24 AM

"Morning." Cass faintly smiles back at Bruce. "Good." She really loves Bruce who is one of the very few people which are important to her, but she doesn't make much words about it - who would have thought that? She leaves Jason to him and walks to the direction where she can smell pancakes.

Damian is already sitting at the table. She sits down next to him and frowns as Tim appears. She can read in the way he moves that Damian annoyed him and that he did something to pay him back. But she doesn't know what. She ponders to say something but decides against it. Boys. Childish. She grabs the jug with orange juice and fills up her glass.