A/N: IK it's nowhere near Thanksgiving, because Halloween is really our next holiday, but I want to write about this... so here goes... and also this includes a sailboat, cuz I'm a sailor(go any other eighth grade sailor out there)... and a lot of sailing jargon, so sorry about that!  Also, not an expert at big boats... only FJ's and small boats like lazers and stuff...

Dick and Dami up there.

Also, I have like about three more updates before I decide if I want to quit or not :)

"I don't understand the nonsense of this!" Damian cried at his father as he followed him into the study, shoving small photos out of the way as he walked by.  They shattered to the floor, glass breaking and the pictures falling out, landing softly on the black carpet.

Bruce Wayne listened to his blood son ranted on and on about how stupid the one simple notion was.  He stopped by his office, but before entering buzzed Alfred to tell him about the whirlwind of destruction that Hurricane Damian had just left.  Bruce sat down at his desk, twiddling his fingers, only half listening to his son yell about the problems of this situation.

Of course, Damian's problem was Thanksgiving.  This was his second Thanksgiving in the Bat Manor, and with deep regret Bruce remembered he had not been there for his son's first Thanksgiving or Christmas with the Wayne's.  Bruce really wanted to change that.  Except on Thanksgiving, Bruce would be at a conference all the way in Hawaii, and the boys weren't allowed on the plane after the incident(one of my next one-shots).  So Bruce would be going to Hawaii with Alfred and Cass by his side, but he would make the boys take a boat.  And since he was rich, it would be a sailboat.  Cuz Bruce is just that awesome.  And he would make the boys sail it together.  Cuz Bruce is just that evil.  But assuming he got the boys a 36ft. yacht and they left 35 days early from San Diego, they should arrive in Hawaii on Thanksgiving.  He had hoped he would just have a Thanksgiving with Damian and Cass, but it had seemed like Jason, Dick, and Tim wouldn't leave each others sides.  So, after Thanksgiving he might be able to get rid of his other sons... because, truth was, he was jealous of Dick.  All the year that he had spent away from his blood son, that was all the year that Dick became more of a father to Damian, and Jason and Tim became more brothers.  And... really all Bruce wanted was to have Damian to himself without Dick or Jason or Tim taking him away.

"Are you even listening to me?" Damian shouted in his father's ear, obviously frustrated.

"Um... yes Damian, get your bags packed, and bring laundry soap and boat shoes! Tell your brother- I mean accomplices... to bring their bags too.  Quick." Bruce said, waving his son away with a distracted hand wave.  He was forgetting that Damian didn't mind his brothers being called brothers.... you know, after the incident, he was even more strangely delighted to hear that word.

Damian grunted, a strange face coming over him, "Boat shoes?!"

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"Boat shoes?!"

"Yeah, close your mouths fleebags..." Damian retorted, moving through Tim's room, his older brothers eyes following him, "Father said to pack these 'boat shoes'."

"Oh boy, we are in for it!" Dick said, nudging Tim, "Remember that time where he made us take sailing lessons?"

"Oh yeah, that was bad...." Tim laughed, his hair a wild mess on his pillow, "But actually, crewing wasn't so bad!"

"And I was a pretty great skipper, don't you think Jay?" Dick asked, twirling around on Tim's desk chair, earning a stern stair from his brother, "I was good!"

"Yeah, when you weren't goofing off!" Jason retorted, pocketing his cigarette after receiving a sharp glance from his elder/younger brother.

"I didn't goof off that much!  I was just training you guys for a M.O.B incident!  It was required by our instructor...." Dick protested, chuckling as Jason shot a glare at him. 

"What's M.O.B?" Damian asked, because he hadn't been there with them in this 'sailing lesson'.

"Man overboard..." Jason muttered, listening to the argument going on between his other brothers.

"M.O.B my foot, it's like you enjoyed it!  And I don't care what the instructor said!" Tim said, throwing a pillow with dead accuracy at his eldest.

"I enjoyed it?  You guys left me in the water for 20 minutes!" Dick yelled, ducking the pillow.

"We almost capsized!  We almost turtled!" Jason yelled, angrily remembering.

"What's capsizing?  What's turtling?" Damian asked, looking from one brother to another.

"Capsize is when the boat turns over.  Turtling is when the boat completely turns over so that the mast is pointing directly downward." Tim explained.

"Keels don't allow you to capsize!" Dick argued back.

"Well we didn't know how to skipper!" Jason said, twisting his hands in a knot, whilst kicking his feet up in the air.

"Well you had to learn!" Dick glared back, face turning dark, "You know, I could've caught a much worse case of pneumonia and died if you guys had left me in there longer!"

"Pneumonia?" Tim asked, pffting, "It's not like you- Wait, a much worse case?  You caught-"

"Okay, I'm going to my room to pack!" Dick yelled, already halfway through the door.  Tim sighed and turned to his computer to type some calculations in.

"And there he goes again!" Jason said, twisting himself out of the chair and going to follow Dick, but instead stopped at the door, and without looking back said, "Oh and Damian, you may need to bring everything waterproof you have...."

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"EVERYTHING WATERPROOF I HAVE IS NOT ENOUGH!!!!" Damian yelled over the wind and the spray of water.

He was sitting up in the bow, because that's what he deemed the best spot.  His brothers protested that that would be the worst place to sit, but Damian, being stubborn and knowing nothing about sailing... sat there.

Of course, if he knew sailing, he would know that pretty soon, if the crew lost hold on the jib it might hit him, and the spray of the water may or may not soak him.

Tim smiled to himself as he trimmed the main sheet in a little more and cleated it off, assuming they would be on this tack for awhile until there was a major wind shift....

Jason pulled the jib in and cleated it off also, then turned to Dick, "So, what do you want to do skipper?"

"Well, I've gotta stay at the wheel here... I really don't feel like lashing it off, you remember last time that happened.... also if you want to put the spinnaker up you can, but I don't care if you don't." Dick answered, his hands steady at the wheel.

"I'm to lazy too..." Jason said yawning, and heading into the cabin, "I'm going in here to see where the currents are and the best wind patterns and stuff... Tim, you wanna come?  I can't really plug the stuff into the computer like you do..."

"Yeah yeah, sure Jay.  Just give me a sec, I need to make sure you cleated the job sheet off properly... and you did, okay, coming!" Tim said, swinging his way across the deck and into the cabin.

"What should I do?" Damian asked Dick, watching as his older brother patiently looked ahead to the setting sun.

"I dunno." Dick said, stifling a yawn and staring ahead, waiting for the wind to maybe just slightly pick up.  It was a slow wind right now, and it was boring.

"So I don't have to help?" Damian asked, watching out the corner of his eye the sun setting.

"Nah... we'll teach you some basics of training tomorrow and all that good stuff..." Dick said, still staring out into the horizon.

Damian was unnerved, on a normal basis, Dick would talk his head off.... but right now he wasn't.  He wasn't speaking at all.

"Are you okay?" Damian asked quietly, because he sort of hated to say those words.

"Um... yeah, why?" Dick asked, his eyes barely leaving the ocean in front of him.

"Are you worried about something?  Why aren't you talking?" Damian said, getting furious.

"Damian, I'm going to have to move back to Bludhaven, and I'm taking Tim with me.  Jason is renting the apartment above us."  Dick quietly explained to his younger brother.

"What... what do you mean?" Damian asked, starting to seriously get scared.

"I mean, we won't be living with you anymore per Bruce's orders..." Dick stated, eyes no longer even in focus.

"WHAT?!" Damian shouted, "NO!"

"What is it?" Jason yelled running outside.

"Why are you leaving me?" Damian shouted at Jason, fury blinding his vision.

"Woah.... Dami, calm down.  Calm down.  It's not that big of a deal!" Tim said, shaking his younger brother.

Damian sniffled, weakness showing in his eyes, "Why are you guys leaving me?"

"Bruce..." Jason responded simply.

"He's jealous of us..." Dick added, his eyes glazing over, "Timmy, I can't see anymore..."

"Here, Dick, I'm lashing the wheel down." Tim said, rushing over to catch his eldest brother,"I'm sorry bro...."

"It's okay..." Dick sniffled, then turned to Damian, "I'm so so sorry bud..."

"Why is Father jealous of you?" Damian asked his elder brothers.

"He wants you to himself, and you know how we knew you and took care of you for a year before Bruce came back to life?  He wants to make up for that lost time, so he's sending us away." Jason explained, shaking his head.

"It's okay, living with Dick'll be fun!" Tim said, nudging Dick, "He makes the best pancakes!"

"Besides Alfred!" Dick nodded solemnly, imagining a plate of Alfred's famous pancakes, and even more famous cookies.

"But, you guys aren't actually gonna leave me are you?" Damian asked, clutching the boat's rail.

"Yeah, actually Demon spawn.  It'll be nice for you to get attached to someone other than us, and Dick..." Jason glared at Dick here, then leaned against the rail to put a cigarette in his mouth.

"Cigarette out Jay... Look Dami, it's good for you to get to know your father a little better, you know, after all, you guys are the Dynamic Duo!" Dick said smiling.

"You and I are the Dynamic Duo!" Damian argued weakly.

"Damian, we have to go after we spend this Thanksgiving with you and Bruce!" Tim said, secretly not to happy to be moving away from his brother.

"Actually..." Jason smirked, "Who said we were spending it with Bruce?"

----Thanksgiving----

"The boys should have arrived by now!"  Bruce said, worried, "Should we call them with the Bat signal?"

"I trust the young masters know what they are doing...." Alfred knew what was going on, and therefore he had packed extra food and clothes in the ship the boys were taking.

"What could they be doing?" Bruce wondered.

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"I can't believe you thought of this Jay!" Dick said, as he set the table on the deck.

"Me neither, you barely have any good ideas!" Tim bluntly said, pulling out the turkey from the oven.

"Yeah, and here I was thinking your brain was empty." Damian said, pulling another chair to the table, "Well, maybe some ideas just come to your brain don't they?"

"Grumble grumble!" Jason said, putting his gun back into its holster and helping place the gravy and cranberry sauce on the table.

"It's lovely Jay, it's very sweet of you to share your idea!" Dick said, patting his brother on the back while setting down the napkins.

"Glad you appreciate it." Jason replied angrily, placing the stuffing down.

"Well, it's actually really nice Jay.  It's a really great thought." Tim said, placing the turkey down on the table then turning to the rail of the boat.

Dick followed suit, then Jason, then Damian.

"tt.... actually Todd, placing anchor not to far away from Hawaii and looking at the sunrise for Thanksgiving isn't that bad!" Damian said, sitting at the table, "Should we begin the eating ritual?"

"Well, we should say our thanks first.  What we are thankful for.  It's Thanksgiving after all!" Dick said, sitting in his spot, "Jay why don't you start?"

"Start saying what I'm thankful for?"  Jason asked, twiddling his fingers.

"Yeah, we'll say it to the higher power in the sky!" Tim said, pointing to the sky, and raising both his hands.

"I believe that's called God." Dick said, raising an eyebrow.

"Whatever you want to call him... he sounds pretty shifty to me!"  Damian said, also looking up to the sky.

"How?" Jason asked, also looking up into the purple sky.

"Well, he sees everybody in the world... in the universe... what if he tries to take over one day?" Damian asked with full suspicion.

"Okay, okay.... that's enough with dissing whatever higher power is up there.... now can you say what you're thankful for Jay?  Before the food gets cold?" Dick asked, almost pleadingly.

"Do we say it in prayer format?" Tim asked, "Like, dear God?"

"However you want." Dick said.

"Okay," Jason took a deep nervous breath and began, "Well, whoever is up there, I just want to thank you.  Thank you for creating me.  Thank you for making me alive, and giving me a second chance at life.  I want to thank you for all the guns that people have created.  I want to thank you for the cigarettes you have blessed me with, and I want to thank you that no one has raised the tax on them.  And most of all, thank you for Bruce finding me by his car, thank you for my brothers, who will stick with me through thick and thin, and always remind me to not leave a cigarette in the toilet because apparently they clog them."

Tim raised an eyebrow, "Yeah?"

"Dick did... he found my cigarette in there!" Jason protested.

"Of all places Jay, a toilet?" Tim argued.

"Damian, can you go before Tim and Jay have a full blown out argument?" Dick asked patiently.

"Fine Grayson." Damian responded, then took a breath, "Um... well I guess I should thank you for my mother and father.  But I won't.  I mean, they did create me.  They did train me.  But they never taught me the meaning of life.  That's why I want to thank you for granting me the peasants that my father chose to adopt.  They taught me.  Thank you for them.  Also, I want to thank you for my superior skills that you have granted me, they make me far more amazing then anybody else."

Dick glared at Damian at the last line... and the peasant line, then turned to Tim,"Don't argue Timmy, just say what you need to say."

"Alright, but I am not a peasant!" Tim glared, then started, "Thank you for my family.  From them I learned that you don't need a mom or dad to have a family.  You just need people who love you.  Thank you for that.  Also, thank you for Steph, who is my amazing girlfriend, and thank you for all the talent I have been blessed with."

Jason smiled a little, "Getting a little high on your horse there aren't you Timmy?"

"Shut up Jay it's my turn," Dick said, then started with confidence,"I have so many things to be thankful for... that I'm probably going to forget half of them.  First, thank you for my families.  Both of them.  Mami and Tati were amazing and I'll never forget them.  Bruce and Alfred are awesome too, but my heart will always love my amazing siblings first.  Jason, Tim, Cass, and Damian.  We aren't related, not by blood anyhow.  But by heart.  Thank you.  Also thank you for granting my natural athletic skills and natural social skills.  They come in handy.  Thank you."

"Now can we start eating?" Damian asked, "Brother by heart?"

"Yeah sure, come one... I call the chicken bone!" Tim said, reaching to grab one.

"I get the other one!" Jason said, pulling the other out of its socket.

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It was late on Thanksgiving when the boys decided Bruce had suffered without them enough, and that's when they walked through the apartment doors.

"Where were you?" Bruce said angrily, traces of worry still evident on his face.

"We were in the harbor sharing a Thanksgiving feast with each other father." Damian said, waving his other brothers off.  They left.

"And why Damian?" Bruce asked, plopping down on the sofa.

"Because I just wanted you to know, that I love them too." Damian said, trying his best to explain, "I love you a lot, and I look up to you.  I need you.  But as much as I need you, I also need my brothers."

Bruce sighed, tears forming in his eyes, "You still love me though."

"Yes, and I only did this to teach you a lesson!" Damian stated matter of factly.

Bruce suddenly started laughing, "Oh so now you're teaching me lessons?"

"Only because you needed to learn them!" Damian stated, taking it seriously.

"Damian, I'm sorry." Bruce said, his hand on his son's shoulder, "I'm so sorry for being jealous, and I should have known that you would forge a bond this strong with them.  It's just, I've never had a brother either, so..."

"But you have a son." Damian said hugging him.

Bruce smiled, "No, I have sons...."