-Whoo! New book, Baby! I had 2 panic attacks today! This part is on the longer side, so enjoy!-

Ages:

Damian - 19

Tim - 16

Jason - 13

Dick - 9

Friday Morning

It was awesome having Damian back in the house. He'd moved out a year or so ago, and hadn't been back to visit in months since... something happened on the league mission. The boys didn't know what happened between Bruce and Damian, only that their older Brother wasn't allowed to visit the manor anymore.

Until now.

It was hard for Tim and Jason to act standoffish, they were low-key very excited to have their big brother back. Then there Was Dick, who wasn't even hiding it.

"And then- but- We went outside. And we tried them, but mine was the best. and it won, but only by a couple feet. and hers was really close."

Damian downed his water glass casually as his kid brother babbled away excitedly. Dick had a lot to tell him from the four months they hadn't seen each other.

"Dick. Quit bothering us." Jason spat over his Honey-Nut Cheerios.

"You quit interrupting!" Dick said, angry that Jason interrupted his great conversation.

Jason rolled his eyes. "You have nothing to say! You just like talking!"

"I do have something to say!"

"Then say it!"

"I am!"

Tim met Damian at the sink to wash his breakfast plate. "Honestly, You have no clue how it's been for the past four months. I constantly have to play babysitter! I've barely seen my friends because I'm constantly busy parenting and taking these two places."

Damian looked down at him. "I didn't know you had friends?"

"Ha ha. First time I've heard that one." Tim said sarcastically, splashing Damian with a little water from the tap. "But seriously. I wish you were here more, just to shed the load."

Damian looked about as surprised as he could on a Friday morning. "It can't be that bad."

Tim looked him dead in the eyes. "Dick talks like this ALL the time. and that." He jerked his thumb at the little brothers, now in a full fledged battle at the breakfast table. "Is still happening eight hundred times a day."

"That's an argument every thirty-three-point-tree seconds."

Tim stared at him. "Would you put it past them?"

"No. But I wouldn't put it past you ever."

Tim turned around to his brothers and chucked a handful of cold water at them. "Hey! Off! Bruce is leaving in an hour, don't you want him to think you can be left alone?"

"It doesn't matter what he thinks." Jason muttered. "It was his fault anyways."

Tim turned to his older brother. "See? as soon as Bruce puts you in charge, I'm going back to bed and you can handle everything."

"You're heartless, Drake."

Tim blew a kiss and took a bow as he left to go shower. He was glad to have another person around his age in the house. He got so sick of the little kids.

As Tim trudged to his room to get clean clothes, he heard Bruce talking in his room, presumably to someone on the phone. Now Tim didn't always eavesdrop, but stalking Bruce is essentially how he got here, so...

"Maybe just drop by in the morning. No, don't help too much, I want to see if he can handle this on his own." His fathers voice paused. "-I'm not sure yet. We'll have to see how he does... No, Selena, it's not 'because he's Damian'. I'd do this with any of them, they have to win back my trust. -Well it was different, He's thirteen!"

Tim broke away from the door frame. Completely disregarding his mission to shower, he sprinted back downstairs.

"that was a fast shower. Save me any hot water?" Jason asked as Tim sprinted in.

"What? Oh. yeah." Tim glanced around the room. Was it worth the others? On one hand, the boys might behave better. On the other... he didn't want to care about Damian that much. 

Whatever. He was nineteen. He could probably handle babysitting for the weekend.

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Friday Late-Afternoon

Okay, things weren't  huge mess yet... Dick had to make a poster board for class, and then needed help printing out assignments, and Jason had made Lunch (Whish wasn't too bad at all). Then Dick went off play in his room, and Jason claimed the TV. They didn't clean up after themselves. because they never think to.

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Friday Evening

Hindsight 2020: Manhunt was a bad idea.

It was fucking fun though. It was great having the brothers back together for a fun game of hunting each other for sport. It was a great game. You could tell by the face that no room in the manor had gone undamaged.

"Uhm, sure. Damian Wayne. With me please!" He called, hurrying to the side room. It was the only safe space since they'd trashed the living room chasing Jason. His tone would be suspicious, but everything Tim did was suspicious, so they didn't really notice.

"What?" Damian said as they entered the next room, still panting from the chase.

"We need to clean this up."

"We have thirty-four hours. "

"Bruce will flip!"

Damian eyed him. "Why do you care? He'll only blame me. He does anyways."

"No, you don't get it! I wasn't going to say this. Well, maybe, but I wasn't sure..."

"Honestly, you drivel as much as Grayson, only vaguely more eloquent." Damian snapped.

"Shh!" Tim hissed. "This is actually important!" He warned. Damian clearly doubted it. "I just heard Bruce on the phone with Selena..."

"Is this why we aren't talking in front of the children? You're disgusting."

"Shut! Up!" Tim cut him off. "This weekend is a test for you! If you do well, you get your visiting privileges back! If Bruce finds this, you won't be back forever!"

Damian thought this over. "Why would you care?"

"Cause I'm sixteen! That's classic high-school-movie age!" Tim moaned. "I should be doing stuff, not babysitting!"

"and why should I care?"

"Because Bruce gave you a second chance, and you came. You clearly like being back here!"

Damian scowled. He hated to admit it, but Tim was correct. He did miss them. "Why didn't you tell Todd and Grayson? Then they wouldn't misbehave (as much)."

Tim looked at him incredulously. "You know how bad Jason is at following instructions. And you saw Dick, he'll tell anyone anything." Damian nodded, thinking. "and I am willing to sacrifice me weekend to ensure this works out. Just know that you'll owe me one."

Damian nodded. "I'm oldest. Father said I'm in charge."

"So?"

"I can override your authority and tell our brothers to pull their weight." Damian hurried out and took a hot sec to locate his brothers. They were on the stairs. "Richard! Todd!" He shouted. The boys sprung off each other and stared at him. "We need to clean up."

"Sure. Whatever." Jason muttered.

 "We'll do it tomorrow, before Bruce gets back." Dick said.

"Listen," Damian clarified. "If our Father finds out that this happened, I won't be allowed back in the manor for another several months." He looked at Dick, who already looked terrified. "If not years."

"No!" Dick shouted on impulse. His brother had just came back....

"Then this needs to be gone by tomorrow morning!" Tim hissed.

"But Bruce gets back late tomorrow night!" Jason contradicted.

Tim slapped his head. "I forgot to say! Bruce contracted Selena to check in tomorrow morning and spy on us!"

"What?" Damian exclaimed. "What time?"

"I don't know!"

"There isn't anything else he said that you forgot to mention?" The eldest scowled.

"That's all I heard, I swear!" Tim put his hands up defensively.

Dick was still distraught. "Dami! You can't go! We need to fix this!"

Damian sighed. "Richard is right. We'll never fix this by panicking." He pointed at Tim. "Drake! you make sure that Todd and Grayson's homework is done. Todd: Mopping and minor repairs. Richard.... help in any way you can. I'll be editing the closed circuit camera feed. Father needn't know ANY of the happened!"

It was set. With all four of them working, they'd be done only about twenty minutes after Dick's bedtime.

But then Tragedy struck.

Tragedy was Jason's head.

And it struck the floor.

Again, hindsight told them that getting a rambunctious kid to mop on slippery tiles was a terrible. 

"JASON!" Dick sprinted towards Jason, but Tim grabbed his arm. 

"No! Dick! You'll slip too!" Tim held him back. "Jay? Are you okay? Jason?"

"What happened?" Damian sprinted from his dark room. "Todd? What did you...?" He paused, staring at Jason. "Oh god." Carefully, he padded towards the boy and pulled Jason out of the slick water on the tile. 

His eyes widened at the small leak of orange-red blood drifting through the water. He tapped the back of Jason's head, making the boy gasp sharply. Damian glanced at his fingers: Blood.

"What? Ow!" Jason hissed.

"Timothy," Damian said calmly, worrying all of them with his informality. "We might have a bigger issue then the mess."

"Oh." Tim replied, equally calm. "What is it?" It was clear to Jason that both his older brothers were internally freaking out.

"What? What is it?" Jason asked, trying not to freak out. "Demon? Tim? What is it?"

The older two made eye contact. "Ears." Tim said quickly. They both immediately covered their baby brothers' ears.'What is it?' He mouthed

"B-L-O-O-D" Damian spelled out, incase either brother tried to lip read.

Panic hijacked Tim's face. "ER?" He asked.

Damian shook his head. "They'll send the bill to father."

"Then what? Dammit!" Tim asked. He had the right to be freaked out, His little brother was bleeding from his head. 

Damian bit the inside of his lips, desperately trying to think of an alternative. "The mountain! We'll get help stitching him up."

"But they'll tell Bruce!"

Damian glared at him. They're little brother was bleeding from his head! He might have a concussion! Tim needed to sort out his priorities and stuff. "My authority trumps yours! We're taking him to the mountain!"

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Friday Night

There were only a couple leaguers present the four of them barrelled through the zetabeam. Damian was forcefully helping Jason hold a rag and icepack of his head. "We need a medical gunnery!"

Wonder Woman leapt to her feet. "Renagade, what-" She realized they weren't suited up. "What's wrong."

"Nothing!" Tim said. "Well, actually, something. Jason had a fall, looks pretty nasty.Is anyone available to help us?"

Diana cautiously grabbed Jason's other arm and gestured for Damian to shift the towel. Her eyes grew huge as she saw the blood. "Okay, Red Hood- Jason, We're just going to take you to the med bay, and we're going to do our best to fix this." She nodded to the other two present: Superman and Green Arrow. "Clark, Oliver, we need anesthetic. It looks like we'll need to stitch the wound shut."

"What?" Jason asked, voice rising a little. "I mean, okay..."

"Where's Bruce?" Clark asked quickly. 

"Busy." Damian said quickly. "He already knows."

"And you can't tell him!" Dick exclaimed without thinking.

"Dick!" Tim scolded, glancing around nervously. "Be quiet, they have enough to deal with right now!"

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Saturday just past midnight

Tim slumped across one of the couches, half awake with his baby brother curled up asleep on top of him.

"I'm guessing it's past someone's bedtime." Ollie chuckled, sitting across from them.

Tim hummed a little in acknowledgement. "How's Jay doing?"

"He'll be fine soon enough. The impact wasn't too bad." There was a pause, Tim still hadn't opened his eyes. "So, what's Bruce doing?"

"Out of town." Tim murmured sleepily.

"Out of town? Has he heard what's happened?"

"No!" Tim said quickly. "Seriously, you can't tell him!" Tim sat up suddenly, blinking awake.

"Why? Jason has a head injury!"

Tim bit his lip, carefully reclining himself again so as not to wake Dick. "Okay, so Bruce let Damian come back for the weekend, and he's supposed to be watching 'us'- Dick and Jay I mean, and if ANYTHING goes wrong, Demon won't be allowed back for MONTHES!"

"I thought you two didn't..."

"We don't!" Tim clarified. "But..." He glanced at the boy asleep on his chest. Guilt tripping was his last card. "Dickie and Jay miss him so much. Dick especially. He was so excited that his big brother was coming home, and if Bruce finds out, Damian will have to leave again and Dick will be devastated!"

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Saturday Early-Morning

Dick was fast asleep on the living room couch, Jason sat by his side, wearing heavy shades and watching late-night reruns. His concussion was minor, but the anesthetic was still wearing off.

"Okay... Dick's asleep. Jason's recovering, we've finished cleaning the house, and we have... god knows until Selena gets here."

"She likely won't arrive before eight." Damian observed, checking the clock. "And your sure the league won't tell?"

Tim couldn't help but smirk. "Not unless they want to make poor little Dickie cry."

"That's malicious, where did you learn that?" Damian scoffed. He hated to admit it, but Tim had been quite smart. "Now look around the manor. Does anything look off?"

Tim glanced around. "It looks perfect. we cleaned everything! It's perfect."

"Perfect without Alfred Pennyworth? How did we manage it?" Damian prompted.

Tim's mouth hovered open. "Oh. I see it." He whipped around to face his brother. "What did we do with two little kids that resulted in  perfectly clean house?"

"You destroy the downstairs, I'll unmake all the beds."

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Saturday  Late-Morning

"Selena? What a surprise!" Jason held the door open. He had a ballcap and hoodie on to cover the bandages.

"Yeah, I heard Bruce is out? I thought I'd just check in and..."

"Spy?" Dick yawned, joining Jason in the doorway. Jason kicked him gently to shut the kid up. Dick spilled the beans WAY too easily.

She sighed a little. "Yes, spy. Good morning Dick. I'm just making sure that you're all alright."

"Sure thing! come in!" Jason let her in, through to the kitchen where breakfast was being made. There were dirty footsteps on the ground and one of the chairs, there was dried whipped cream on the counter with the empty can next to it. Tim was sitting on the counter scarfing cereal. All seemed normal...

"Oh, hi Selena."

"Hello Tim. another late night?"

"Well, someone needs to protect Gotham." He explained hastily.

"Right, right." Selena agreed. "And Damian is..."

"Present." Damian entered, sweating from the gym, to refill his water bottles 

"Great, well, now that I know you're all alive, Your father wanted me to tell you that he gets notifications whenever someone edits the CCTV footage..."