Robins!

Happy Father's Day

Damian looked at his gifts.  They should be perfect.  Damian picked them up and carried them downstairs.

Bruce was sitting there with Alfred drinking some coffee.  Black of course, because that's how Bruce liked everything.  Black

"Hey father?" Bruce looked up, and set his coffee down.

"Yes, little Damian?" he asked kindly.

"Happy father's day." Damian thrust the present into Bruce's hands.

Bruce looked at in surprise then suddenly scooped up his blood son,"I love you so much!" earning tt from Damian.

"You sound like Grayson!" Damian said, but he was obviously happy.

"Oh my... Master Bruce, I had all but forgotten about this special day!  Let me fix you a better breakfast. I'm awfully sorry!"  Alfred stood up quickly, ready to rush into the kitchen.

"No need Alfred!  It's father's day, and you were like a father to me!  The boys will do it, for you and me!" Bruce objected quickly, looking a Damian winningly.

"It's already done." Tim and Jason appeared from the kitchen, with a delicious looking home-made meal,"Happy father's day!  This is our gift to you!"

The five sat down, and smiled before saying grace.  It seemed like everybody was in a good mood today.  Especially the 'fathers'.

Bruce and Alfred smiled happily at the three boys, and silently and without complaint, dug into the scrumptious meal.

"Where's Dick?" Tim asked suddenly.

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Dick sat at the grave looking at his father's stone with sad eyes.  He knew he should be at 'home' celebrating, but he found every father's day hard like this.  Every year he would mope at his father's grave, and cry his eyes out.

And this year was no exception.

He wished he could be with his father.  His father that had loved him...

And had died.  He could perfectly remember the face that he gave before dying.

A look of pure terror, that turned into realization, which transformed into his signature wink up to Dick.  A look of love, that Dick had never been able to return.

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Damian sat down by Tim on the couch,"Give it back you little b-tch!"

"I'm not a little b-tch!  I'm a gorgeous one!" Tim said as he swished his black hair, but it didn't have any real effect.

Damian punched Tim in the stomach before grabbing the small box back into his grasp,"Take that you b-tch!"

Dick walked through the door,"I can't leave without you to cursing each other, can I?"

Bruce smiled at his son,"Where have you been?"

"Happy father's day, Bruce, Alfred." Dick craftily avoided the question.

Alfred smiled,"Have you had breakfast yet, Master Richard?"

"Yes, I had a small one before leaving the house." Dick said, turning to go upstairs.

"Where did you go?" Jason asked.

"Oh and Bruce, there's a small gift for you in your study.  If you want." Dick hurried and left the room.

"What is it Bruce?" Tim asked,"What did he get you?"

"I'm not sure, I'll check though!" Bruce stood up to leave, and Damian followed him upstairs and stopped at Dick's room.     

"Hey Grayson?" Damian said.

Blurry eyed with tears, Dick opened the door,"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" Damian asked in concern.

"Yeah." Dick said,"What do you want?"

"Here..." Damian shoved something into Dick's hands and rushed off.

"But it's not my birthday!" Dick shouted after him.

Dick sighed with defeat and wiped away the tears from his face then looked at the label on the box:

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY