Chapter One

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by Spyral

by Spyral

Don't own.

Looks
When Bruce was lost in time, people always assumed Dick and Damian were father and son. If not because of their relationship, then because of their looks: dark olive skin, bright blue eyes, high cheekbones and pitch black hair. And, truth be told, of all the Bats, they looked the most like each other. Tim - besides Damian - looked the most like Bruce, pale skin, angled features. And Jason? Well, he felt like an outsider again. That was, until, he found out that in his youth Alfred had dyed his hair black, effectively hiding the ginger. But regardless of appearances, they were family.

Anger
When Jason and Damian got angry, which wasn't uncommon, you knew it. Tim, sweet Tim, shy Tim, didn't get angry very often (except for at Damian) but when he did, it was like facing Bruce. You were going down. And Dick? None had ever seen Dick get any more angry than frustration or annoyance. Not even in the field. Jason was pretty sure no one had seen him get really mad. But it was the only thing the three younger brothers could agree on. Dick's wrath was never to be invoked. It was worse than Alfred's.

Ice Cream
When they first introduced Damian to ice cream, Tim had to admit that he thought the brat would just pick a boring vanilla. They extensively described each flavor, and Damian pursed his lips and nodded, as though this decision was major. Damian ordered last, and seemed to pay extra attention to what Tim had gotten. So when he requested mint chocolate chip - exactly what Tim had gotten, down to the number of scoops and the toppings -, Tim had been more than a little surprised. So he'd asked the brat why he listened to Tim and not Dick or even Jason. Maybe the Demon Child was starting to see him as a big brother? That would show some real growth. "Tt. Have you seen their tastes in ice cream? At least your flavor wasn't a disgrace." Tim flicked Damian's ear, but the kid had flushed and looked down, so he made he didn't do it hard. Then again, Dick and Jason had gotten Superman and Cotton Candy ice cream respectively.

War
This was war. Tim and Dick against Jason and Damian. They were divided. There hadn't been casualties. Yet. But the real shocker was that Tim had been the one to do the first shot. The one to start the war. Projectiles flew over barricades. No one was hit, until one nailed Jason in the face. And another, Damian in the stomach. The two exchanged a look. There was utter silence until Jason cried "It's not a snowball fight anymore. This is war!" (1)And dumped a huge load of snow on Tim and Dick.

Grand Theft Auto
"Step on it, Jason!"
"How fast do you think this thing goes?"
"Oh my God! The police are catching up!"
"No worries, guys, I'll just flash my badge, and we'll be home free."
"Uhh, Dick, you're not even a cop anymore."
"Whose idea was it to steal an ice cream truck anyways?"
". . . . . ."

Mothers
Dick was the only one who'd ever had a real mother. Sure, he'd only had her for a few years of life, and he'd watched her die in one of the most gruesome ways possible along with his father, effectively losing the only home he'd ever known, but it was better than having a mother who sold you to the Joker. The Joker, who killed you. And Jason was jealous for that, just like everything else Dick had, or used to have.

(1) based on a super cute pic of Jason and Damian vs Dick and Tim snowball fighting (bad boyz vs goody goods) on deviant art