Robins!

Thanksgiving

A/N: IK it's nowhere near Thanksgiving, because Halloween is really our next holiday, but I want to write about this... so here goes... and also this includes a sailboat, cuz I'm a sailor(go any other eighth grade sailor out there)... and a lot of sailing jargon, so sorry about that!  Also, not an expert at big boats... only FJ's and small boats like lazers and stuff...

Dick and Dami up there.

Also, I have like about three more updates before I decide if I want to quit or not :)

"I don't understand the nonsense of this!" Damian cried at his father as he followed him into the study, shoving small photos out of the way as he walked by.  They shattered to the floor, glass breaking and the pictures falling out, landing softly on the black carpet.

Bruce Wayne listened to his blood son ranted on and on about how stupid the one simple notion was.  He stopped by his office, but before entering buzzed Alfred to tell him about the whirlwind of destruction that Hurricane Damian had just left.  Bruce sat down at his desk, twiddling his fingers, only half listening to his son yell about the problems of this situation.

Of course, Damian's problem was Thanksgiving.  This was his second Thanksgiving in the Bat Manor, and with deep regret Bruce remembered he had not been there for his son's first Thanksgiving or Christmas with the Wayne's.  Bruce really wanted to change that.  Except on Thanksgiving, Bruce would be at a conference all the way in Hawaii, and the boys weren't allowed on the plane after the incident(one of my next one-shots).  So Bruce would be going to Hawaii with Alfred and Cass by his side, but he would make the boys take a boat.  And since he was rich, it would be a sailboat.  Cuz Bruce is just that awesome.  And he would make the boys sail it together.  Cuz Bruce is just that evil.  But assuming he got the boys a 36ft. yacht and they left 35 days early from San Diego, they should arrive in Hawaii on Thanksgiving.  He had hoped he would just have a Thanksgiving with Damian and Cass, but it had seemed like Jason, Dick, and Tim wouldn't leave each others sides.  So, after Thanksgiving he might be able to get rid of his other sons... because, truth was, he was jealous of Dick.  All the year that he had spent away from his blood son, that was all the year that Dick became more of a father to Damian, and Jason and Tim became more brothers.  And... really all Bruce wanted was to have Damian to himself without Dick or Jason or Tim taking him away.

"Are you even listening to me?" Damian shouted in his father's ear, obviously frustrated.

"Um... yes Damian, get your bags packed, and bring laundry soap and boat shoes! Tell your brother- I mean accomplices... to bring their bags too.  Quick." Bruce said, waving his son away with a distracted hand wave.  He was forgetting that Damian didn't mind his brothers being called brothers.... you know, after the incident, he was even more strangely delighted to hear that word.

Damian grunted, a strange face coming over him, "Boat shoes?!"

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"Boat shoes?!"

"Yeah, close your mouths fleebags..." Damian retorted, moving through Tim's room, his older brothers eyes following him, "Father said to pack these 'boat shoes'."

"Oh boy, we are in for it!" Dick said, nudging Tim, "Remember that time where he made us take sailing lessons?"

"Oh yeah, that was bad...." Tim laughed, his hair a wild mess on his pillow, "But actually, crewing wasn't so bad!"

"And I was a pretty great skipper, don't you think Jay?" Dick asked, twirling around on Tim's desk chair, earning a stern stair from his brother, "I was good!"

"Yeah, when you weren't goofing off!" Jason retorted, pocketing his cigarette after receiving a sharp glance from his elder/younger brother.

"I didn't goof off that much!  I was just training you guys for a M.O.B incident!  It was required by our instructor...." Dick protested, chuckling as Jason shot a glare at him.