-Hope you guys love it, so I can justify the effort I put in lol-

Ages:

Terry - 21

Kara - 18

Damian - 14

Jon - 14

Tim - 12

Jason - 10

Conner - 6

Dick - 5

Friday Early-Afternoon

Bruce was taking His boyfriend for a weekend together in a cabin in the rockies. If all went as planned, He would be returning with a fiancé.

"Help Alfred as much as you can." Bruce instructed his oldest. "You're in charge of seeing that the others behave."

"Don't worry!" Terry assured, very excited to be called into the manor to help Alfred Babysit.

"Conner, you will NOT break anything here. No matter how angry you get." Clark ordered. He shifted to his oldest. "Keep an eye on him."

"I'll keep an eye on Jon, and Jon can keep an eye of Kon." Kara put a hand on the kid's shoulder.

"No one needs to keep an eye on me, I'm not a dog."

"Right- Don't forget to feed and take out Titus and Krypto." Clark went on.

"Obviously." Damian was offended.

"Kal, It'll be fine." Kara told him. "Me and Terry have it covered."

"Totally. We're adults. You two just enjoy your weekend."

"Alfred has everyone's meds and dosages." Bruce repeated for the hundredth time. "Make certain the boys do their homework, and get them to bed on time."

"We've got it. C'mon! you're going to be late!" 

The two fathers said copious goodbyes to their kiddos and finally left so Alfed could drive them to the airport.

"Hey Dickie!" Terry announced, practically as soon as their dads were out the door. "I brought presents!"

"Ya!" He clapped his hands excitedly.

 Terry pulled out a stuffed bunny rabbit for his baby-est brother. "For you."

"Th'nkyew!" Dick took the toy, bouncing excitedly.

"Jay, Timmy..." He shirked out a few bars of (Expensive) salted caramel chocolate for Tim and the most dangerous weapon you could buy for Jason.
The ten year old snatched the nerf gun from him, ripping viciously at the packaging. He gave in and tore it with his teeth. 
"You're welcome."

"Thanks!" Jason got stuck on a zip tie and had to slow down a little.

"And that's for war only, not shooting Bruce, Alfred or Dick." Terry told the preteen. "Damian and Tim ARE fair game though."

"HEY!"

"Don't worry, I got you guys stuff too." The oldest bat told the supers, emptying a couple bags. "Hey, here you go." He put something into Conner's hands. The child frowned and examined it. A superman shirt.

"Thank you." Kara prompted on his behalf.

Conner dropped his present on the floor of the foyer and stormed off. The older Kents locked eyes and jumped into a silent game of Rock-Paper-Scissors. 

Jonathan sighed defeatedly and chased after his baby brother. "Kon!"

"Did I..."

"No. It's not your fault." The remaining Kent said nothing more, because her cousins/brothers would be able to hear her. Dick was still clutching his toy animal, staring after where his fellow child had ran out. "Well, Dickie, what are we doing this weekend?" Kara asked, picking up the little boy.

"PLAY!" The five-year-old exclaimed.

"Dick, you wanna show off your new playroom?" Tim asked, breaking into his chocolate. "Bruce had it re-done now that there's a five-year-old in the house."

"YA!" Dick squirmed free excitedly. "C'mon!" He pulled Kara's leg towards the stairs.  She let him guide her.

Damian stalked off to find the most tolerable Super.

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Friday Night

"They're fine."

"I know."

"Alfred can take care of them." 

"I know."

"Bruce. They can manage one weekend without you." Clark stopped his boyfriend's pacing, drawing him over to the sofa. "Relax. Kara and Terry are adults, they can handle it."

Bruce sighed. "I know." He repeated.

"Dinner's almost ready."

"...They'll be calling any moment." Bruce stated staring at the phone. "It's almost Dick's bedtime. You double-checked that we get signal here, right?"

"Of course we do. It said in the broacher."

The bat tapped his foot impatiently. "Did you warn them about the batcave?"

"Bruce." Clark sighed affectionately. "They're Fine, okay?" He kissed his boyfriend's neck. "Come on, you have three nights away from the kids. Try to enjoy yourself."

He nodded a little. "You're right."

"C'mon. let's eat."

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Saturday afternoon

Dick had the coolest playroom ever, at least, it was to little kids, and that's all that mattered. For the older kids they had a home cinema and gaming room (Jason and Tim both independently liked the playroom, but only when no one was home).

"This is my Batman and Superman and wonderwoman and Flash" Dick showed off his awesome action figures.

"You know the real Batman." Conner replied, they'd been forcefully taken up to the playroom/Nursery so Alfred wouldn't be tripping over the little kids while making lunch. "You only need Flash and Wonderwoman."

After some deliberation, Dick offered Conner either Flash or Batman to play as. He moodily took Batman. Dick chose Wonderwoman, but kept superman next to him on the carpet incase he wanted to join the scene later.

"Is it tonight?" Kara asked as Terry came to relieve her babysitting shift

"Yeah. If all goes as planned."

She leaned against the wall, not sure how to feel. She was happy for her cousin/adopted dad, but it was weird. Right off the bat, none of Kal's kids had the same mother (Conner didn't even have one) and now they'd have five more siblings who also didn't have real mothers. 

It was stressful enough babysitting/parenting two of her little cousins/brothers, but six?? She wanted to go to uni. "I hope things go okay."

"I mean, suave billionaire Bruce Wayne. He's got a rented cabin in the Rockies, a costume several-thousand-dollar pink diamond ring and canarelli rose wine. Not even Batman can mess that up."

At some point during their brief exchange there was a snap, a foot stomping and a tiny child stormed out past them. in the hallway, Jon and Damian separated to let him pass between them. 

Jon looked up. "Your turn."

"I know, I know." The eighteen year old followed The child out the door.

Terry went to sit with Dick, who was starting to cry. "What happened?"

The teary-faced child whimpered, holding up an action figure separated at the torso with both arms snapped out. "He broke!"

"Shhhh." Terry took the broken toy from him. "Don't worry Dickie, I can fix this." He sat his little brother on his lap, snapping Superman's arms back into the sockets. Unfortunately, he couldn't manage to get the torso to snap back together. Dick gripped his shirt, crying. Terry kept trying, but felt Dick's distraught.
"Actually, I think Jon can fix this." Terry told him. "Go find Jon and bring him back here, okay? Do you remember which one that is."

"Yeah." Dick sniffled. 

"Go get him, and he'll fix Superman for you."

The little boy ambled out the nursery door, and after Damian and Jon. He grabbed Damian's leg. "Dami!"

The fourteen year-old-tripped a little. "Richard." He stopped walking and picked his baby brother up. "What happened?" He asked viciously, wiping his face dry. If the youngest Kent had hurt him, Damian might consider fratricide. Of course, he didn't know it was fratricide, but it CERTAINLY would count. 

"He broke." Dick held up his fist of the dislocated toy.

"Oh that's no issue, Dickie." Jon took the figure and snapped it together again. "There you go! Superman's all fixed!"

Dick's crying lightened up. he sniffled and took the toy back, wiping his eyes on the inside of his forearm. Damian returned Dick to his playroom, deciding to kick Terry out and watch Dick himself. CLEARLY the oldest was unfit if he let Dick cry over anything.

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Saturday Night

" I think this is the first time I've eaten anything take out in months." Clark admitted. "This is really damn good."

"Oh yeah. I'm glad you're enjoying it." Bruce said, confidence disintegrating. What was happening? He fights criminals as a night job! He'd watched his children be stabbed! He'd been held under fea rgas for three days straight. How was this wholesome country boy reporter with stupid glasses scaring the shit out of him??

Maybe he shouldn't do this now... If Clark wasn't ready, or just said no, they still had to stay till the end of their weekend vacation! What if Clark just didn't want to get married? He was probably overwhelmed with the kids, he wouldn't want the stress of marriage until Conner was at least nine!

Maybe Bruce could keep the ring, hang on to it until the time was REALLY right.

"So, I uh- I wanted to ask what we're going to do for the next couple years..." Clark stumbled a little.

"Okay." Bruce stiffened.

"Uhm. The boys are getting older." Clark started. "and Kara's applying to universities and internships, Terry's in college. Jon and Damian are in high school... I was thinking that maybe we should think about where our relationship is going to go. Cause we're getting older, and they're getting older, and we both have kids in the house..."

"I need Oxygen." Bruce stood and quickly exited, not to return for the rest of the evening.

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Sunday Morning

"How did it go?" The blonde asked eagerly, taking a break from wrestling with Jason (letting Jason his her as hard as he can and marvel at her strength). Terry had just gotten off the phone with Bruce, who'd called him specifically at nine, which was actually six am in Canada.

"It's BAD."

"Kal panicked and broke the ring?"

"No."

"They had a fight over something petty and threw the ring off the mountain?"

"No!"

"What?!"

"Bruce didn't do it! He panicked and backed out!" The oldest bat exclaimed. "He totally froze up and I guess; he ran outside without a jacket in -12 and slept in a rental car! I had to pep talk him just to go back in for breakfast"

"Oh god."

"I told you it was bad!" Terry replied. "The Batman, the original, ran from a social interaction in fear. How bad was it?!"

"COME ON!" Jason dragged her back to the couch. "I have an Idea!"

"Is it a bad idea?"

"Yeah!" 

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"You wanna go play with Dick?"

"No." 

Tim went back to Stardew Valley. He was very uncomfortable but they were hosting the Supers, so whatever. He felt the six-year-old half-kryptonian staring at his computer screen. 

"You wanna, uh, play on my DS or something?"

"No."

"Okay, well." Tim took his older DS and passed it back to the child. "I got Mario kart, Pokémon Heart Gold and Lego Starwars, so..." There was a smack as the door was kicked open.
"JAY GET OU-"

Tim flinched as he was hit in the throat by a Nerf bullet. He shouted in pain under the rattle of rapid fire and celebratory shouting.

"Halt!" Jason's piggy-back set him down and ran to her littlest. "Are you okay?" She cautiously wrapped her arms around the bad tempered first grader. 

"Stop!" He crawled out from under her grip, picking a foam dart off his lap.  

"Get- GET OFF." Tim grabbed the toy gun, and after a short tussle, ripped the gun from Jason.

"Ow! TERRY!" Jason screamed.

Tim stood up, holding the gun over his head. "TERRY!"

"TERRY!" Jason tried to crawl up his brother, fighting to tug Tim's arm down.

"GET OFF ME! TERRY!"

Kara brushed Nerf bullets off her baby brother/cousin. "Did it hurt?" 

He shook his head, rubbing his eye where Jay had shot him. "I think I want to play with Dick."

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Sunday Afternoon

"Are you okay? You were gone all night."

"I'm fine."

"Is it the boys?" Clark asked. "I told you, they're fine. Alfred raised you, he can handle The boys."

"Thanks." Bruce rolled his eyes.

"No, Babe, That's not what I- No." Clark staggered. "I mean, he's experienced. He takes care of them most of the time, even when you are home."

"You're really bad at this." Bruce said.

"Sorry." His boyfriend hugged him from behind. "I just want us to enjoy this before we go back to work. Do you want to take out dinner tonight? You pick this time. Get something you actually like." 

Bruce's breath hitched a little, Clark thought he didn't want dinner last night. His wonderful, faithful,  golden-retriever man. His stupid boyfriend saw no connection between discussion their relationship and Bruce being uncomfortable. Okay, he still had this situation under control.

"It's fine. You can choose. I want to make this a good night for you." Bruce told him.

"No, tonight should be for you. We can have a nice night when we get home."

"No." Bruce said. "Tonight  will be special for you."

"Yes Sir." Clark relented. He kissed his boyfriend's cheek. "Let's call the boys later so you can relax and finally enjoy yourself."

"Yeah, Okay."

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"Is he trying again tonight?" Kara asked eagerly.

"Yeah, they're getting takeout, he's going to ask he's going to ask Clark on a walk and do it then." 

"Yes!" She replied. "I mean, fingers crossed."

"Yeah, fingers crossed." Terry agreed.

There was a pause and Kara perked up, jerking around to the doorway. Jon and Damian stood in the doorway, having just got seltzers from the fridge.

Damian tried to speed out of view, but Jon just stood there. "What're you talking about."

"Nothing much, just Bruce and Clark's holiday."

Damian came back into view, frowning. "Why?"

"You should tell them about Kal and your dad." Kara whispered. Terry was the oldest, so he'd have to explain this stuff.

Terry sighed. "...Tonight Bruce is proposing to Clark."

"What?" Damian shouted.

"Seriously?" Jon gaped, looking back and forth between them, certain they were joking.

"NO!" There was a faint stomping down on the stairs, all the way to the door down the hall, which slammed shut, audibly snapping off its hinges.

"...Jason?" Terry asked.

Kara and Jon shot up in unison and sprinted from the room. The bat's watched them leave and hurried after them. The supers paused in the doorway to one of their temporary rooms, looking down in concern at the door laying on the hardwood.

Jon and Kara sat on either side of the bed, gingerly leaning over the little boy. "Hey... did you hear us talking?"

"HE CAN'T GET MARRIED!"

"But it's exciting! We're going to be one big family!" His cousin tried to convince him.

"I don't want them." He growled. "I Don't Want Any Family!"

"Hey..." Jon carefully buried his fingers in his little brother's hair. "Now we can have two normal... well... normal-ish parents! Pops and Dad."

"No."

"Another grandad. New brothers! That's exciting! even Batgirl and Spoiler! you can have big sisters!" The blonde had had the longest time out of all three to come to terms with this.

"No! Go away."

"You don't have to be the only baby brother! you and Dick can play together."

"I don't want to! Go away!"

"It's kinda late, kiddo." Kara rubbed his back as reassuringly as she could. "How about you get changed into your jammies... and I'll get out your toothbrush..."

"No." The child kicked his legs in protest at the mere implication of going to bed.

"Look, you can have me room tonight, and I'll stay here and fix the door." Jon promised, he was still reeling from the shock that he'd have two fathers. "Come on, please?"

Conner didn't want to move, but he also didn't want to get in trouble for breaking the door.

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"I DON'T want more siblings!" Jason shouted, he and Tim had Obviously heard the door break down, and needed an explanation. "We just got Dickie! That's enough!"

"Todd, you're too old for this." Damian told his second-youngest baby brother. "We got this from the Kent child but you're older than that. I'd say you're better than that, but you're clearly not."

"We're doing fine without them." Jason pointed out. "Besides, they're supers, they have to handle stuff in Metropolis. Clark works in Metropolis. Jon goes to school in Metropolis! This won't work! It's going to be messy and awkward!"

"Maybe it's NOT about us. Maybe it's just to make Bruce happy." Tim snapped. "It's about Brue and Clark. If they get engaged, we just have to make our dumpster-fire family work around it!"

"Weren't you excited to have a new little brother just recently? Now you have two more, AND a sister." Terry persuaded him.

Jason huffed. "I got my first little brother! I like Dickie! I only needed one little sibling, not two, and two extra older siblings!"

"Well I wanted to have a house and I got you." Tim muttered. 

"I don't want dad to get married."

"And you're ALL ALONE in that." Damian said sarcastically. "Just grow up about it."

Terry shot the other two a head shake. He sat next to Jason on his bed. "I know this is a lot, take your time, but when you're upset, can you just try not to scare Dick?"

"Where is Dick?"

"Alfred's explaining this to him, he thought It'd be better if-"

Jason stalked off to find his baby brother.

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Sunday Night

Bruce sat dead still, anxious, his brain was deciding to cease function. His hand was in his pocket, toying with the black velvet box in his pocket.

"That was good." Clark remarked, wiping his mouth. "I think I'm going to go to bed early tonight, do you want to come."

Bruce didn't know how to react. He needed to do this before they went home, as much as he wanted to go to bed with his boyfriend while they're away from their kids. "I'm going on a walk. Come."

Clark blinked for a second, thinking this over. "...sure. Let be grab something quickly." 

Bruce nodded and pulled on his coat and boots, eyes wide, trying not to hyperventilate. Where was he going to do it? He didn't plan that properly. It was freezing outside, so it needed to be quick, but privet, romantic and bright enough to see properly.

"Let's go." He held the door open.

"Don't you want gloves?"

Bruce thought it over, he might fumble and drop the ring with gloves. "It's fine." He closed the door after them, immediately regretting his decision. 

"So, where are we going?" Clark asked. Bruce shrugged, hands dug deep in his pockets, staring straight ahead.

Clark snuck his hand into his stubborn boyfriend's pocket to warm his hands. Bruce swatted his hand away. He took his hands out of his pockets to let Clark keep him warm.

"Let's go this way." Bruce muttered, pulling his boyfriend down the icy road, to a ledge overlooking a small lit town below them. "Is this romantic."

"Yeah. Yeah it is."

"Good." They stood in silence for a few minutes, reveling in the view. "So..." Bruce really didn't know how to break the ice here. "I love you."

His boyfriend held him close to keep him warm. "I love you too."

"Good." Bruce said, a little anxious.

"and, uh..." Clark said, releasing him. Bruce turned to face him, reaching into his pocket, his heart beating triple-time.

"Clark K-"

"Will you marry me, Bruce?"

Bruce stepped back a little, he hadn't even gotten the ring out of his pocket. He could just see Clark in the low light. "Huh." He whispered, trying and failing to catch his breath and balance on the icy road.

Still on his knee, Clark grabbed her arm to steady him. "Will you marry me."

Bruce didn't know how to respond, he sunk to his knee as well and took out his own velvet box. "Clark Kent, Will you marry me?"

"Will you marry me?"

"You first." Bruce whispered desperately.

Clark couldn't stop his smile. "Yes."

"I will." Bruce let out his breath. 

"Great!" Clark laughed,taking the ring, which Bruce couldn't really see in the dark, and slid it on Bruce's finger. He was glad Bruce didn't wear gloves. Bruce took out his ring, and slipped it on his boyfriend's hand.

"Let's go back inside." Bruce said, numb with the cold.

"Of course."