Raising Robins

AWKWARD.

The next day, Alfred dropped the boys off like usual. At eleven, Bruce dismissed himself from a meeting and made his way to Gotham Academy. He waited in the back of the corner store for Jason to show up. He didn't. A different kid did. Bruce recognized him. It was Jason's friend, Rose. She saw him and remained cool.

"Hello Mr. Wayne."

"Good afternoon, Rose Wilson, would you mind fetching Jay for me?"

She froze, nodded, and decided NOT to buy Jason his cigarettes. Jason appeared seven minutes later and froze, himself. Bruce put his hand on his son's shoulder and steered him to the front of the convenience store. The storekeeper recognized him and reached for a pack before stopping when he saw Jason's panic.

"Would you like to tell him something, Jason?"

Jason deflated. "Sir, my name is Jason Wayne and I am only seventeen and apologize for buying tobacco underage from your store." He looked at his father and added. "And I won't buy any again." Looked once more and sighed. "Or for my friends."

The shopkeeper nodded and Bruce slipped a school photo to the shopkeeper. "So you remember my son." 

He nodded again. "Very good, thank you sir, have a nice day." He smiled in broken English, obviously finding it hilarious.

When they left the store, Bruce led him the the alley that faced away from the gated schoolyard. No one could see them there. He told Jason to brace against the wall and gave him a hard swat.

"Get back to class."

Jason didn't look good when he turned around."

"DaD tHaT WaS tHe MoSt EMBARRASSING ThInG eVeR!" Jason whined, before sobbing.

"Do you want to go home early?" Bruce asked.

"Well yEAH!" Jason's voice cracked. "I can't sit down!"

Bruce wanted to laugh. "Go wait in the front office. I'll be there soon."

When Jason walked away, Bruce walked into the store and flipped two hundred bucks to the store owner. "For lost revenue." He said. "And because my son has probably stolen something from you when he was a boy."

The shopkeeper laughed and nodded, thanking Bruce and pocketing the money.

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"No. My Dad won't be here for another few hours." Dick said, leading Barbara up to his bedroom. "And Alfred is getting groceries. We've got two hours minimum." They made it to his room and he stripped down to his boxers and kissed Barbara deeply. She stripped off her shirt.

"If this is about to be as messy as I hope it is, I'm going to tie my hair back. Do you still have a drawer with my stuff in the bathroom?"

"Of course" Dick grinned, kissing her neck before she got up.

Jason made his way upstairs where he heard talking. He dashed over to Dick's room and opened the door a crack. Thank God. They hadn't started.

"Golden Boy! Dad's HOME!"

"WHAT? SHIT!" Dick said.

"I'll bring him to the Cave."

"OK- uh, FUCK!" Dick said, running out of options. Dick closed the door.

Five minutes later, unconvinced, Bruce went to check Dick's room. He had seen something... interesting.... moments before.

"So, is there a reason Ms. Barbara Gordon just swung out of my tree and over the gates?" Bruce asked.

Dick was under the covers, completely naked. "Uh-"

"Hm. Because I'm pretty sure her car was parked outside the gates, Young Mr. Wayne."

This couldn't be more awkward. Dick thought. And of COURSE, Bruce spotted that Barbara left her underwear on the bathroom floor. Bruce looked at his son.

"Does she know?"

"What?"

"That you're not allowed to have sex in the house. That's a rule."

Well damn, Jay and Rose fuck all the time here.

Dick sighed. "Yes, Dad."

"And she HAS an apartment. In Burnside."

"She has roommates, Dad." Dick groaned.

"On your feet." Bruce said. "I'll be back. Italian leather or Old Fashioned?" He asked.

Belt or paddle?

"I'll take the paddle." Dick sighed. He panicked, thinking of his erection, but honestly, being spanked or being about to be spanked will, in fact, kill an erection, so he didn't have to worry. He got up and put his hands on the bed, took a few swats and went to sleep in bed until his brothers came home. "Fuck. Me." He muttered, angry.

"No one is right now for sure." Jason laughed.

Dick threw a pillow at his brother. "How do you do it?"

"Simple." Jason laughed. "Get grounded. Wait for Daddy Dearest to go on patrol. Get fucked." He laughed.

"Go fuck yourself." Dick said.

"Oh, I plan to." Jason laughed.

"Ugh." Was all Dick could say in response.