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Ages:

Damian - 12

Tim - 8

Jason - 6

Dick - 2

Day Trip

Dick did his best to put on his shirt. Bruce pulled it off and turned to around properly. Dick put up his arms and let his father slide the shirt on; a grey long-sleeved shirt with little white stars on it.

"Thnkyw." Dick mumbled. Speech wasn't his strong suit.

Bruce told him just how welcome he was, and helped him into his adorable overall shorts. Bruce was low-key jealous that his new baby had better clothes than him, Alfred knew how to style a toddler, for sure.

He helped Dick grab the comfort items he needed if they wanted to leave the house without a meltdown: his favorite stuffie, his pacifier and a pair of child headphones Bruce bought him which were handy for his anxious spells.

Dick was a sweet little child, but a traumatized one, he was very prone to seemingly spontaneous meltdowns, night terrors and seizing up (refusing to move/speak/respond to them). All this to say that after witnessing their three-year-old baby brother have multiple anxiety attacks, both his father and the older Wayne boys were a bit protective.

"Hey Dickie!" Jason waved, prompting his little brother to do the same. "You ready to go to the mall?" Dick nodded shyly, he wouldn't answer anyways because he had his pacifier in. "I'm gonna put on his shoes." Jason announced.

"Do you want Jason to help you put on your shoes?" Bruce asked. Dick nodded again, letting go of his hand and ambled across to his other brother, peanuts clutched against his chest. Jason sat on the floor and pulled him into his lap, giving him a gentle hug, as though he might break him.

"I'll pick his shoes then" Tim announced, Jason stuck his tongue out. Tim looked through the downstairs closet of the boys' shoes and jackets. He pulled out some brown velcro trainers. "These ones?"

Dick shook his head.

"Yeah come on, Tim, look at that colour scheme! That won't do!" Jason exclaimed, making Dick giggle a little.

"These?" He held out a pair of pink slip-ons covered in white hearts that Dick picked out himself from the girl's section.

Dick nodded enthusiastically.

"Duh! Those are perfect, right Dick? Those are stylish! Those are FASHIONABLE!"

Dick giggled, almost dropping his pacifier. Dick wasn't one of those kids who threw a fit about not getting to do it himself. After he lost his parents, he didn't really mind people taking care of him, it felt safe. He just clung onto Peanuts and watched Jason help him on with his shoes.

Next, Tim took them through half the closet until Dick decided on a jacket he wanted. The child psychiatrist said that encouraging Dick make little choices would help him redevelop independence. Tim would do anything to help Dick heal and get back to being a normal child.

Jason hyped Dick up as he wrestled on his jacket, completing his look. Dick adored Jason, he thought the older boy was hilarious.

"Come on, Damian's waiting in the car." Bruce called, smiling down at his boys as he shouldered on his jacket.

"Let's go, fashionista!" Jason swept Dick onto his back and raced out of the house, making the toddler shriek with excitement and fear.

Bruce almost hopped in the driver's  seat, he remembered that Dick needed to be buckled in, but Damian beat him to it.

"Are you excited?" Damian asked flatly, lifting Dick into his carseat and buckling him up. Dick nodded. Damian eyed him. "Did you pick out your shoes?" He nodded again.

"He picked his jacket too!" Jason said, leaning over. "That's why he is Stylish!"

"You did a good job." Damian told the toddler blankly. Dick hugged Peanuts tighter and kept nodding. Damian made him feel safe and protected, but he really scared Dick. 

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Bad Dream

"C'mere, baby." Bruce swept his cowl off. "Dickie, shhhh." The toddler was lifted off the floor onto Batman's shoulder, being gently jiggled to sooth him, but Dick kept crying. "Does Alfred know you're up, sweetheart?"

"Daddy...?" Dick whimpered.

"I'm here, Dickie." He kissed the boys forehead, wiping tears off his damp cheeks. "What are you doing up this late? I'm not mad, darling! Are you okay?" Bruce should have known better. He thought that he could risk him and the boys going off together for one night... he should have known he couldn't. Dick needed him! His baby needed him! The baby had nightmares every night, what made him think he could leave? "Let's go to bed, baby."

He quickly retrieved Peanuts from the clean swept floor and found Dick's dropped pacifier, all the while shedding as much batman garb as he could, until he was just in his under gear.

"Daddy," Dick latched onto Bruce's arm as he was placed in bed. "Up."

Without question, Bruce lifted him up, sitting back on Dick's bed. "You want me to stay, baby?" Dick nodded, face buried in his chest, wiggling a little to get comfy. Bruce got relatively comfortable in Dick's bed, carefully rocking the gently toddler on his chest.

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Wayne Industries

Anyone who knew Bruce Wayne a few years ago, wouldn't recognize him now. No one believed that the jet setting playboy carried juice boxes in his briefcase,  nor that he had a file of colouring sheets in his office and was just itching for the chance to show you photos of his children.

He usually came into work with at least one child. Damian, the oldest, was on the standoffish side, which was assumed to be the rich kid in him. He was relatively content to sit next to the electrical outlet at go on his phone, or play on what they could only hope was his father's multi-thousand dollar laptop.

Tim, his second, seemed like real sweetheart: always wandering around the secretaries and asking to do things. When he wasn't threatening to put the unpaid interns out of a job, he sat on the iPad and, from what he told nosy employees, memorized the blueprints.

Jason, his second youngest, was either insufferably annoying, or the world's funniest little rascal, no in between. He was constantly finding whoever was in charge, and pushing them to their limit to see what happens, probably because he knew they couldn't smack him. Other than that, he would sprint around the office and beg to shred documents.

Richard was the youngest, barely a toddler, and pretty clingy to his father. But that didn't compare to how clingy mr. Wayne was to him. Sometimes the kid would leave his play corner and amble into the break room, exploring the floor and not looking at any of the adults asking if he was supposed to be there. Then, of course, mr. Wayne would sprint in, grab the child, and begin obsessing over him like he thought he might have broken. 

Suffice to say that the higher Wayne industry employees had become very familiar with tripping over their boss's kids. The truth was, they didn't even hate it.

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Playdate

 "He's so cute." 

"Yeah." Jason agreed. "Dick, Superman or Batman?"

"Ba'an!" The toddler exclaimed, clapping his palms together.

"Batman!" Jason agreed.

"Someday I want to be batman, when I'm grown up." Barbara told him.

"No, I'm going to be batman." Jason said. "You'll be batwoman."

"But I dont wanna marry you!" The five year old replied.

"I don't wanna marry you." Jason added. "How about batgirl and batboy?"

Barbara considered this. "Nope, still sounds like marrying."

Jason agreed. "How about I'll become Robin, and you can be Robingirl."

"No. You be Robin, I'll be batgirl." The redhead reasoned. 

"Okay." Jason watched his little brother play with a chunky wooden puzzle. "Maybe Dickie will be Robin one day!"

Barbara shook her head, pigtails flying wildly. "He's too little."

"Miss. Is there a time your father said he'll be picking you up?" 

"Nope. Dad said after work." She said. Her dad worked strange hours, so she was routinely babysat after kindergarten.

"Alfie, can we have a snack?" Jason asked. 

The butler responded in the positive, and left them to their hot wheels and playmobil.

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