Damian's Little Batfamily

Seven Bats and a LOT of Paint

Irey was due in a month and they were beginning to decorate the baby's room. Damian wanted to hire professionals to paint the room but of cours Iris had a different idea and that idea lead to seven bats stuck in the room together. Cass and Stephanie began to open paint and Tim and Dick put covers over the furniture. Irey and Damian looked over the plan they drew up and Jason took a sip of beer.

"What colour are you going for?"
Asked Tim
"We're going for a natural colour"
"Black"
Asked Jason
"Why would they pick black?"
Asked Stephanie with a twisted look on her face.
"Because the bat family are nuts for black"
"Actually we chose red"
Damian answered.
"Because all the Robins are red"
Dick just laughed.
"That's so clever!"
"Let's get started!"

Irey was too pregnant to help so she watched from the sofa. Damian and Dick took the far end wall and Jason and Cassandra did the other far end wall. Tim took the left wall and Steph took the right.
"Have you guys thought of any na-"
Dick cut himself off as he looked at Jason. Everyone followed his gaze to see Jason with the paint brush in his armpit as he tried to light a smoke.
"Jason! This is a baby's room. You can't smoke!"
Stephanie yelled.
"I feel so bad for you Cass"
Tim gave Cassandra some sympathy.
"She's right Jay. Put it out."
Jason groaned. As he went to put it out his brush fell and painted Stephanie's arm red. She glared and stuck her paint brush right in Jason's face. When she pulled it back he had a huge red nose. Everyone broke down in laughter.

Jason smirked and grabbed his roller. In one swift move he painted Cassandra's neck. Cass grabbed a bucket of paint and threw it at Jason who ducked and Dick was completely red. Everyone laughed and threw every last inch of paint at each other. By the end of the day ten paint buckets were empty and the walls were bare. But the bat family were covered.

When Bruce decided it was time to check in on his kids because they had been working for over six hours. Bruce stepped into the room. Not one inch of the wall was painted but his children were. Jason was lying flat on the ground passed out. Cassandra with her head on his chest. Stephanie and Tim were cuddled near a wall and Dick was half falling off a planting table. And in the far end of the room Irey was the only one not covered in paint sleeping on the sofa with a painted Damian who had his arm rapped around her and the other arm on her stomach and there was a spot on her shirt stomach with a hand mark the size of Daman's hand. Bruce smiled and closed the door. Only his kids are weird enough to paint themselves and not the actual walls. He would call the painters when they wake up to save this from happening again.