Raising Robins

Group Date

Finally, Winter Break came and the three younger boys were officially FREE! That typically meant more patrol, more fun, and more time to bother their father. Christmas had passed and Alfred was on a vacation back to England to check in on his family's old estate. Perhaps he would see some plays, eat food that he didn't have to make himself, and maybe- just maybe- relax.

It was New Year's Eve. Tim had made things more serious with his crime fighting partner, Stephanie Brown- fighting under the alias: Spoiler.

Damian was loveless. He had no one in mind, but he loved bothering Jason about his new girlfriend, Rose. Rose Wilson- daughter of Slade Wilson, also known as Deathstroke, also recently... dead. The Wilson daughter, fighting as "Ravager" would occasionally fight with Jason Todd. Not the kind of fighting that Tim and Steph did- NO. That was productive. Jason and Rose were the kind of lovers and fighters that competed to get to a target first and then leave a shitty hate note for the other.

It started a month ago. Jay got a lead to a drug shipment in a warehouse. By the time he got there, a pink rose lay in a pool of blood, with the heart-warming words, "BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME" smeared on the concrete floor in crimson human fluids.

Jason beat Rose to a fight on the docks a few days ago, leaving behind his own marker- an empty sniper shell that just said "SEND NUDES".

Last night, young Master Todd found a rose with a polaroid wrapped around the stem. It was exactly as he hoped- a sensual, yet tasteful picture of Rose's breasts, shot selfie-style, left hand gracing the camera with the middle finger, enough to cover anything that could drive Jason really wild.

Dick and Barbra were STILL together, which Damian found annoying, as he had worn out every joke that he could think of and had to result to just general teasing. He liked Babs, though. She was witty and they shared a mutual respect.

Back to Damian, he was reading in the study when he heard suspicious noises above. He knew the footsteps of everyone in the house. Those steps did NOT belong to anyone in the residence. They sounded... lighter. On full alert, he snuck out of the study and walked down the hall and up the stairs. It was on the upper levels of the Manor that he found exactly where they were coming from- Jason's room.

Damian peered in through the keyhole. It was Rose Wilson. Half-undressed, pressed up against Jason's chest as they kissed. Ew.

With not much else to do but tattle to someone. The youngest Wayne child took flight down the hall to Dick's room. He slammed the door open.

"Richard!" He shouted, startling his elder brother, who was going through a photo album.

"Damian!" Dick replied, grabbing his chest. "What the--" 

"Todd has a girl in his room."

"So do I." Dick said, awkwardly and confused.

The bathroom door opened and Barbara stepped out. "Everything alright?" she asked.

"No." Damian frowned, arms crossed, pouting.

Dick sighed. "D- we're going out tonight."

"Who is we?" Damian demanded.

"Um. Me, Babs, Tim, Steph, Jay, Rose." Dick said, scratching the back of his head.

"Damian, it's New Year's Eve. We're going out to celebrate."

"And what am I supposed to do?"

"You can patrol with Dad." Dick offered.

"Fine." Damian said, before stomping off. He turned around and yelled halfway down the hall. "BUT YOU ALL SUCK!"