-Requested by Anonymous6275 -

-In this AU, they're all metas. Bruce has the Bat-abilities you'd expect, as does Damian.  Dick is a literal Flying Grayson,Tim has Ferrokenisis(Metal controlling) and Jason sets things on fire, but he also got reviving/healing powers thanks to his resurrection-

Damian - 19

Tim - 16

Jason - 13 

Dick - 10

Bruce paced in front of his sons. "Damian," Bruce ensured his oldest had a band on his wrist. "...Tim...Jason..." His youngest son had his arms tucked behind his back. "Dickie?" 

The boy huffed and held out his wrist, letting his father snap the bracelet on. Inhibitor collars were pretty conspicuous to wear in public, so with the help of Lucious Fox, they'd developed These wristbands to keep the kids out of trouble.

"Okay, boys. remember the rules."

"We know!" Jason rolled his eyes. "You only shove them down our throats every morning!"

"Well, there's a good reason." Bruce told him. "Dick, can you tell your brother the rules?"

Dick began rattling off a list. "No powers out of the house, no powers with guests over (With exceptions), no powers unless you're alone or in costume, wear your bracelets out of the house, wear your bracelets with guests over, don't talk about your powers or your family's powers."

"Father, I'm an Adult." Damian complained. "I shouldn't have to wear an inhibitor. You've seen that I can control my abilities. I'm not going to turn transparent mid conversation."

"What? If he doesn't have to wear one than I shouldn't either!" Tim exclaimed. "I'm only three years younger then him! Besides, how dangerous is Ferrokenisis? It's just controlling mental, I can choose to not bend metal!"

"I'm not gonna wear a stupid bracelet with Dickie!" Jason whined, crossing his arms. "What will happen if I use my powers...?"

"We've already seen that, Jason." Bruce said stiffly.

"I don't wanna be the only one with a band!" Dick pouted. 

"No, everyone's inhibitors are staying ON. So long as your under this roof, you'll need to wear them. and Jason- don't try to take it off with the claw hammer again. Don't forget how much you hurt your wrist last time!"

"...I healed it..." He mumbled.

"Yes, because you broke it first." Bruce shook his head. "And Tim, remember, it's only metal coating."

"Yeah, I know." The teen pouted. When he was about Jason's age, he got the big idea to break the metal band with his powers before Bruce could force it on him. Anyways, it was Silicon on the inside, and Bruce grounded him for breaking it.

"Dick, go brush your hair properly." Bruce told his youngest. "Jason, where's your suit jacket?"

"It doesn't fit."

"It's tailored."

"It's dirty."

"Alfred cleaned it this morning." Bruce won. "Go put it on."

Jason huffed. He looked better in just a button-up. Roy was gonna be there! Was Bruce trying to make him look like a dweeb?

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"Is that a bracelet?" A finger traced along Dick's inhibitor.

"It's a wrist band." Dick said, it sounded more masculine and grown up.

"Did your dad give it to you?" Selina, a friend of Bruce's, asked.

"It was from Bruce, he got one for each of me and my brothers." 

"What kind of mental is it?"

"Silver." He replied, then dropped his voice to a whisper. "We don't really like them, but he makes us wear them..."

"I see..." She said, setting her glass of champagne on a table. "He makes all of you wear them?"

"Yeah. It's a tradition, but we hate them."

"Dick!" Bruce called out, pulling his kid away with an uncomfortable laugh. Of course Bruce had heard him from across the room. "I'm sorry about that. How've you been?"

It sucks to have a dad with super hearing! Plus he was super experienced with his powers; Bruce had gotten them in his early teens and the hypersensitive ears and ability to melt in the shadows had spawned the whole Batman thing.

"I'm fine, just talking with him." She said innocently. "Asking about that beautiful bracelet."

Bruce pulled another polite laugh, it was really his way of stalling conversation. "Just a little something. I inherited mine, thought it'd be cute if I got one for each of the boys."

"It is cute. But he sounds like he doesn't like it."

Bruce shot a glare at his kid, who shrunk away. "Dick's just upset that I sent him to his room earlier."

Selina nodded. Dick was probably going to get in trouble after this. "How's your other son? The one who got arrested?"

Bruce stiffened up and turned a little red. Selina knew that he didn't want that getting out to the papers. "He was just detained on suspicion." He said curtly.

"Right, right. His ex-teacher's garage set on fire?" She spoke up a little in the crowd. Be a shame if some gossipy rich person overheard.

"Jason is fourteen. He couldn't have done it." Bruce said darkly, glowering at her.

Selina agreed, smiling. "I wonder if someone could have payed the officers off..."

"Dick, go find your brother?" Bruce said sternly.

"Which?"

"Damian." Dick ran off. "I don't think I like what you're implying, Ms. Kyle." Bruce told the woman, now his son was out of there.

"Oh, so we're back of last-names?" She replied. Bruce Wayne usually tracked her down at these events and they'd flirt a little back and forth, but her playful teasing seemed to have struck a nerve tonight.

"I don't like the implication that my son is an arsonist."

"Is that what I was implying?" Selina asked. She was actually sort of enjoying this game. "How's your oldest? University?" She let out a little pretend gasp, grabbing Bruce's wrist. "Did he also have that teacher when he was younger?"

"This isn't funny." Bruce warned her. "Excuse me, I need to entertain my other guests."

Selina watched him go and rolled her eyes. Now, to find the boys.

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"Hey kid."

"Hi." Tim recognized Selina Kyle; intelligent and sly and bordering on becoming Bruce's next piece of ass. It was easy to say that he didn't want them getting together, Selina deserved better and Bruce had way too many issues to work through first. 

"Jason, right?"

"Tim." He was a little pissed of to be mistaken for his little brother. Sure, they were close in age and Jason was almost taller then him, but that didn't mean he wanted to be mistaken for some snot-nosed delinquent thirteen-year-old who almost failed eighth grade.

"Oh, I heard your brother got into something a few months ago, but Bruce didn't want to discuss it."

"Allegedly." Tim said quickly. "I mean, he's a freshmen, he gets into all sorts of somethings. Last week he was dared to chug a bottle of mouthwash and he DID IT."

"Was it you who dared him?"

"That's neither here not there." The sixteen year old replied. 

"Don't worry, I won't tell." She said slyly. "Can you pass me another glass, please?"

"Uh sure." Tim grabbed one off a tray and held it out. She slipped her hand around his to take the glass. A little touchy, but an honest mistake, if she was going through her drinks like this ALL night, no wonder her aim was off.

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"Bruce! BRUCE!" Dick ran through the crowds, finally colliding with his father. "BRUCE!"

"Dickie?" Bruce excused himself to the people he'd been talking to. "Okay, where's the fire?"

Dick held up his wrist. It took a moment for Bruce to realize why he was so distressed. "IT'S GONE!"

"Oh, okay. Uhm. Let's get you to Alfred and he'll take you upstairs. Here. Try wearing mine- It's too big, but-" Bruce looked down and realized in horror that his wrist was bare as well. "Selina." He hissed. He almost swore in front of his kid. "Okay, hold on and try to keep your feet on the ground. Damian is nineteen, he can give you his."

Dick nodded and followed his father. He felt his stomach fluttering nervously, he usually wasn't even allowed to remove his inhibitor on patrol. Sometimes he had to wear it at night too.

"Bruce!" Dick squealed. Realizing his dress shoes weren't touching the floor. Dick couldn't control himself. Once he was off the floor, he couldn't steer.

Bruce whipped around, just in time to grab his kid's ankle. He tried to play it off by slinging Dick onto his shoulders. The ten year old was objectively too big to still be getting carried on his shoulders, but it was all he could do incase anyone had seen Dick rising over the crowd.

"Hold tight." He ordered, snaking through the crowd for oldest. "Tim, where's Damian?" He ordered.

"I don't know-"

They were cut off by a scream across the room. Bruce looked across the crowd to see a glow and a break in the crowd. There were several more shouts, which were brutal on his hypersensitive ears.

Bruce swore, actually allowed. "Tim, Catwoman pickpocketed out inhibitors. Keep Dick on the ground while I deal with this."

"What? Catwoman? How?!" He asked as his kid brother was thrust into his hands.

"Keep him here." Bruce stormed through the crowds to see what was going on. He soon found the cause of the chaos: a tablecloth was ablaze, smouldering the Folding table beneath it. He barely saw a familiar streak of white hair escaping through the crowds. "JASON!" He shouted. "Fire Extinguisher!"

The boy froze, caught. He raced over to the fire extinguisher and ran over. He tried his best not to heat his hands. Fire extinguishers are combustible. Fire extinguishers are combustible!!!

He tossed it at Bruce, who caught it, quickly putting out the fire with the help of a few guests. As soon as the situations was slightly under control, Bruce grabbed his kid, dragging him away.

"I didn't do it! Someone knocked over a candle!" The boy insisted. "Okay, fine. But it was an accident, I thought I couldn't-"

Bruce checked his wrist and sighed. "Catwoman's hit this party. She thought our inhibitors were just bracelets."

"So I can skip the party and me and Roy can hang out in my room?"

"We need to find her before she pawns them off. If she finds out what they really are, we'll be outed."

"Well shit." Jason remarked.

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Dick bounced on his bed, taking flight. until he hit his ceiling.

"Dick, just because Bruce is hunting down catwoman doesn't mean you can goof off." Tim was just angry that he had to babysit while his dad and oldest brother were working.

"Can you burn down my teacher's house too?" Roy asked, Jason had brought him up because he was angry Bruce wouldn't take him.

"Sure! What'd he do?"

"Jason, don't commit arson again!" Tim snapped. "Bruce only bailed you out because he didn't want people finding out we're metas."

Jason frowned. "At least I have a cool power, spoon-bender!"

Tim stood up to kick his little brother's ass, when there was another smacking sound. "Goddamn it, Dick. Quit jumping! You keep hitting the ceiling!"