Robins!

Bad Parent

Dick sighed as once again, Damian stormed off to his room in anger.  Dick had just told him he wouldn't be allowed to go to Colin Wilkes' and he wouldn't be allowed to visit Jon Kent over in Metropolis.   To say Damian was angry would be saying the least.  Damian was furious, and probably wouldn't even talk to Dick anymore.  If Dick were in a good mood, maybe he would sing 'We Don't Talk Anymore', but he was just to tired to.

Why was Dick Grayson tired and not in a good mood?  Well let's go back to the beginning of the day....

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Dick yawned and took off his cowl, sticking it into the costume holder then climbing up the stairs and putting on a suit along the way.

It was about 2:00 in the morning and he had just finished patrol and now he had to get to Wayne Tower for a conference and to prepare the speech he would give to the public in a few days.  He stopped at the top of the stairs to stare at the giant picture of Bruce that hung above the fireplace, and he stifled away a few tears and he turned away, trying to bury the pain of former father's death away and he quickly ran to the kitchen.

Realizing Alfred had worked way to much for his liking lately, Dick decided upon making the kids breakfast himself and went to it.  By the finale he had made a giant stack of pancakes and sausage which he placed on the table to be warmed up by his sibling later when they woke up.  He, as an afterthought, decided to place a note for Alfred explaining he may be a little late to come home.

Then, realizing what day it was, he went to Alfred's room to place a present on Alfred's bed.  He had bought it months before and couldn't wait to give it to Alfred, but it was July 24 now, and now Dick could give it to Alfred.

Satisfied with his work Dick went to Wayne Tower, ready for a long tiring day of work.

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"Why would Dick make us breakfast?" Jason said, "Am I supposed to take you to school Damian?"

"I don't know, ask Pennyworth!" Damian replied, "Hey Cain!  Drake!  Are you guys driving me to school?"

"Um.... I don't know, what did Dick say?" Tim asked, turning to his younger brother.

"I don't know, he already left for work!" Damian yelled, turning to Cain as he did so, "Hey, can you hand me that fork?"

"Get it yourself!" Cass responded, in an obvious bad mood.

"You're right there!" Damian yelled back, eyes burning.

"Here, just take mine you bloke!" Jason said, tossing his fork to Damian.

"It has your slob on it!" Damian protested.

"Do you want a fork or not slave?" Jason asked, glaring at his brother.

"Just take it Dami, hey Jason!  Can I use your car?  Mine broke yesterday." Tim asked, eating his pancakes with his fork.

"NO!  No using my car, it's mine and you can't touch it!" Jason said, picking up his pancake with his hands.

"Don't be disgusting Jason, eat your food with a fork!  And let Tim borrow your car!" Cass said in a demanding tone.

"Why because you don't want him to borrow your car?" Jason testily retorted, starting to eat his pancakes with a knife.

"My car is mine, and you can't have it, besides it's to amazing for you boys.  More amazing then you boys can even fathom!" Cass said, thrusting into Jason's hands a fork.

"WHO'S TAKING ME TO SCHOOL?" Damian yelled in pure frustration.

"I don't know!" Tim shouted back at him, glaring up a storm.