Night-Shots (Oneshots)

Santa's Spirt - Batbros - Robins Reverse.

Christmas Special!

HAVE SOME MERRY JOY!

HAPPY NEW VOTE!

Please Read/Side Note: Tim would have become Red Hood but changed his name to Red Robin once Dick took to the skies under the name Robin. Dick had wiggled himself into Tim's scarred heart and wanted him to be happy again. He saw Tim as a hero and someone he felt safe with but was worried over how scared others seemed over his brother. Tim, not being able to handle worrying the baby brother of the family or able to disappoint him, changed his name to Red Robin. Hoping to seem less imitating on the streets so Robin didn't have to worry over everyone seeing Red Hood as scary anymore. Well, as scary as he was during his murder rage time. Using Red Robin because Robin was so cheerful and the light that burned through all the darkest shadows of Gotham, making Robin want to protect his brother in his bubbly light as well. Hence Red Robin, to show he was saved by Robin and wouldn't be as "mean" as Red Hood once was. Of course, Red Robin still killed but more rarely now and he swapped to rubber bullets for Robin's shake. 

"Santa isn't coming" Damian stated with a straight face, staring down unimpressed by his youngest brothers excited ramblings over the big, fat man. 

"Don't be a buzz kill. They've been good enough to Santa to visit" Tim huffed back with a frown as he stood with his arms crossed and leaning against the wall in the hallway. He might not live in the manor and be as close to his siblings as others would be, but he wasn't cruel enough to crush their hopes over Santa, he wasn't a monster. 

"I'll slice him up with my katana if he trespasses on the manor grounds. We'll simply put the presents out ourselves" Damian threatened with a displeased expression at the thought of some creepy old man sneaking into his little siblings rooms in the middle of night and watch them, deciding selfishly if they've been good or not. 

His mother never told him the lies of Santa, they didn't celebrate Christmas and once he learnt over it he knew the fairy tale man was to be distrusted. And he felt that his precious baby brothers should not be given such lies over an old man holding so much power over them, a man who'd decide if they were naughty or nice. Damian knew his siblings and knew they were all good enough to be spoiled in rare moments. He didn't think they deserved to be threatened to try and prove their goodness worth by a mere lie of a man in a red or green suit. 

But it seems he's the only sibling out of all the Waynes that thought like that. Alfred had left the decision to them all while his father was still left in his empty grave. Damian was the head of the family; he had to try and chose what was best for his siblings. 

But didn't mean the rest listened to him over his decisions. Jason who had long since stopped believing in Santa was still pretending to believe in him to keep Dick's belief thriving. Tim, Cass and Step kept playing along even while none of them lived in the mansion anymore. Even Duke and promised to post the youngest two their Santa letters to the North pole. 

"B-But how will they get here without Santa delivering them?" Dick worriedly asked as he stared up towards his oldest brother. A brother that had stepped in more as a father than Bruce ever got the chance to do. Leaving both Tim and Jason to silently fight for the favourite brother position instead, Duke not being counted due to him barely being at the manor or apart of Dick's life.