Brothers

Chapter 1

A/N: Hey guys! So I wanted to start a story where Robin had an older brother and everything and both he and his older brother were Bruce's biological kids. soooo yeah. Hope you like it.

"Get up." The lights turn on in my room and I groan. Seriously Junior?!

"No"

"Dick. Get up. I'm not gonna tell you again."

"No. Go away Junior."

"Dick. If I have to tell you again you're no gonna like it."

"Ugh. Why can't you just leave me alone in the mornings?"

I don't get up. I continue to lay there and pull the covers over my head before he can say anything else to me. Before I know it, the covers are being pulled off of me and a hand smacked my butt.

"Ow!" I get up and glare at him as I rub the crust out the corners of my eyes. "You're so annoying," I tell him. 

"I can be even more annoying. Dad said I have to make sure you wake up and eat breakfast and get both of us to school on time," Junior tells me. "I let you sleep in like an extra half hour dude. Get up and be downstairs in 15 minutes or I'm coming in here and beating your ass."

With that he walks out my room and if I had heat vision like Superman he'd be dead from the deadly glare I was giving him. I look at the clock that says 6:13am. I really wish school wasn't a thing. Why does school have to be a thing? I head to the bathroom and begin getting ready.

When I'm finished I get my bookbag, my shoes and head down to the kitchen on the first floor. Alfred's on vacation and Dad's on a "business trip" in Australia. That just leaves me at home with annoying ass Junior in charge. He's actually annoying it's just that I'm not a morning person, I'm a night person. Junior on the other hand is just a ball of sunshine...literally. He has tan skin like me and our mom with blonde hair and deep blue eyes like Dad.

I sit down at the table in the dining room and as soon as I do, a plate in set in front of me.

"You really need to learn how to stop being a brat in the morning," Junior says as he sits down with his plate and begins to eat.

"You really need to learn how to leave me the fuck alone."

He glares at me and continues to eat his breakfast. Soon enough we're both done and we head to school in Junior's  blue convertible.

Truthfully, I hate school. Probably because I hate the English language. It's just so confusing.

We pull up to the school and Junior parks his car in the same spot he parks it everyday. His friend Mark is leaning against his own convertible with his sunglasses on and smoking weed.

Junior smacks it out his hand and steps on it. "Seriously Bruce?!" Mark cries. You could tell that he was high. It was like he was addicted to that shit.

"Dude. Not only are we 50 feet away from the main entrance but you know Headmistress Morgan stands outside to greet everyone and tell them good morning," Junior tells Mark. I am still in the passenger seat putting my phone and other unnecessary crap Dad makes me bring to school in my bag. "You also smell like shit."

"Bruce. The breeze covers it up and I brought handsantizer, lotions and febreeze," Mark tells Junior as he takes his items out his leather satchel. "Besides. It's not like Headmistress Morgan can do anything to me except give me detention. My parents give this school millions just to keep it open."

I get out the car as they continue their conversation. "I'll see you after school Junior."

I walk towards the front entrance to see many students gathered around on the grass having conversations with their cliques. I don't have one. It's just me and Barbara and my friends in mathletes but nobody really talks to me outside the club except Leo.

"Hello Mr. Wayne. Have a fine day at your classes this morning." And there she goes again. Nice and polite.

I walk into the school and head to my locker on the east wing. As soon as I open it someone else slams it shut. I turn to see Junior with his massive hand on my locker. "If you don't have your nerdy little math league or mathletes thing after school than you're gonna need to either find a ride home or wait on the bleachers until I'm done with football practice. Got it?" 

"Whatever," I reply.  He leaves and I open my locker again. Barbara comes over carrying her books. "What was that about," she asks. I take out my english and french books and close my locker. "Nothing,"I say. "Just my brother trying to be the annoying asshole he always is."

"Come on," Babs suggests. "He's not that bad."

"When I say he's an asshole, he really is. If you want the pg version of that sentence, well, then I'd say he's a jerk or a douchebag. He doesn't really care about anything except his image. All he wants to do is be the star and be the hotshot player who gets all the girls. He doesn't even talk to me at school unless he finds it necessary and the only reason he would do anything for me is because Dad told him to not because he wants to."

The bell rings and I sigh. I began walking towards to stairway hoping Babs would follow and not continue to talk about my brother. "Let's just get to Mademoiselle Julliette's class before we're late."

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