Robins!

Penny Two

A/N: This is not an OC... you'll see what I mean soon enough.... this person is real!

"Hey Alfred!" Dick Grayson said cheerily, pulling up his chair to the table, and stretching his arms so that his Robin pj's stretched out as well, "How's your mornin'?  Whelming?  Traught?"

"It was fine Master Richard.  Until you starting to butcher the English language..." Alfred muttered back, handing his young 'grandson' a plate full of food, and smiling at his oldest's choice of sleepwear, "But, you'll always speak Romani better than English won't you?"

"You betcha Alf!" Dick said happily, politely eating his food as Alfred had taught him to the first time he had started to eat at the manor, "You know you love it!"

"I do Master Richard, I do... who else would be that annoying?" Alfred teased back, washing an empty plate.

"Hello Pennyworth, I would like some tea please.  China cup, two lumps of sugar, and I like black tea." Damian Wayne stepped out of the shadows, glaring into the kitchen.  It would have looked intimidating, but it was hard not to laugh at the Nightwing pajamas the kid was wearing.

Alfred stifled a laugh and turned into the kitchen to get the tea, and a camera... this Sunday morning scene between the two brothers was going to be priceless.

"Why Grayson, it seems as if you have figured out that I am, in fact, the superior Robin with your choice of sleeping attire!" Damian was saying when Alfred snuck back in, camera in hand.

"Nah, but it looks like you're a big Nightwing fan!" Dick replied calmly, reaching across the table to acquire salt.

"Me?  No, I'm wearing this to show that..." Damian paused, a retort not coming to him, "Come back to me in a few days when I find the suitable insult for you!"

"Aw!  You love me!" Dick said, pushing his younger brother, then taking a pancake from his plate.

"Give me back my pancake fleabag!" Damian shouted, reaching for the food object.

Dick just laughed and held the food up higher, standing on his toes, "Tell me you love me!"

Snap! Alfred took a picture happily, wondering if Bruce would like to see this.

"Will not!" Damian said angrily, pulling at Dick's pants, "I'll pull down your pants if you don't give it back!"

Dick's eyes widened, "Okay, okay, I'm giving it back to you!"

"No you aren't!"  Jason Todd said, stepping into the room and easily grabbing the pancake from the air, then holding it to his mouth, "Mmm... it's Alfie's special chocolate chip recipe too!"

Snap!  Alfred smiled, and mumbled to himself, "This is definitely going into the scrapbook!"

"Are you wearing Red Robin pj's?" Dick asked suddenly, whipping around fully and dropping back down on his feet.

"Yeah..." Jason responded, holding the pancake to the air, "This is the prime of existence!"

"That doesn't even make sense!" Tim Drake said, walking into the kitchen wearing Jason's jacket.

"Why are you wearing my jacket?" Jason asked, as Tim walked up to them, "Where did you find it?"

"I found it on the bench in the maze outside the manor... thought you might want it back, but then I tried it on, and it was so comfy, so I really don't want to take it off!" Tim explained, grabbing the pancake out of Jason's hands, "Where did you buy it by the way?"

Snap!  Alfred took another picture, then satisfied with the collection, waited till the boys resolved the sweater conflict.

"Not telling you, give me back the pancake and I will!" Jason said, grabbing towards the pancake desperately, "Give me!"