Nightwing One Shots

doing the dishes.

a/n:

i don't remember writing this but i must've had a lot of fun. enjoy :)

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There was a blissful silence in the Wayne Manor, broken only by the clinking of cutlery against plates. Bruce sat back in his chair, admiring this rare occasion of peace. Jason was peering over his plate as he slurped down his food. His gaze kept flicking over to Tim and Damian, who sat in stony silence, still reeling from a recent argument. Alfred stood dutifully in one corner, expression unreadable. Finally, Bruce turned his attention to his eldest son.

Dick had been uncharacteristically quiet during dinnertime. He hadn't even intervened when Tim and Damian's usual jibes turned much more aggressive.

"Are you enjoying your food, chum?" Bruce said, hoping to strike a conversation with his eldest son. "Alfred's a good cook, isn't he?"

Dick hadn't touched his food. He glanced up, a little startled. "Hmm?"

Bruce sighed impatiently. "Never mind."

Jason eyed Bruce with a mild distaste. The old man was in need of some parenting tips. Hadn't he noticed the dark circles beneath Dick's eyes? Or how he yawned behind his hands? Dick was clearly more sleep-deprived than Tim Drake.

Somehow, they managed to get through the rest of dinner without Damian pulling out his katana again. Although, they all knew the peace wouldn't last.

"Would any of the young masters like to help me with the dishes?" Alfred asked as he gathered up the dishes.

"It's Damian's turn tonight," Tim said brightly. He yelped suddenly, evidently because Damian had kicked him in the shin.

"I've always told Father he should get a dishwasher," the youngest grumbled. He remained stubbornly in his seat.

"Go on, Demon Spawn, time to get some soap suds in your hair," Jason teased, ruffling Damian's black locks.

Damian's scowl deepened and he looked murderous.

"Watch out, Jason," Tim said, a smile lining his pale face. "He looks like he wants to drown you in dishwater."

"Boys, calm down," said Bruce half-heartedly. He was distracted by his own little argument on the Justice League group chat. The Flash was getting way too cocky.

"You should be glad Father confiscated my katana, otherwise you'd both be dead," Damian said, and then he leapt across the table like a feral creature and tackled Tim to the floor.

"Master Damian! Return to your seat at once! Don't make me tell you again!"

"Aargh, you little rat! He just bit me!"

"You get him, Demon Spawn! That's what you get for replacing me."

"Shut up, Todd, or you're next."

"Master Bruce, can you please get your sons under control?"

"Bruce, Damian deserves to be banned from patrol for at least a month. Look at these bite marks!"

"As much as I am enjoying this, old man, you'd better break it up so I can throttle them both myself."

"Father, Drake and Todd must be beheaded. Do I have your permission to do so?"