Robin Brothers

Aloha 6

A/N I've been really busy with school, I just got the Sims 4, so yeah, no free time left. Feel free to leave me chapter ideas, enjoy.

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Saturday, 9:21 AM.

Jason's POV:

  "Jaaaaassssooonnnnnnnn," Tim whined.  

I was rudely awakened from my beauty sleep by Tim and Damian.

Dick had rudely not taken the blame for my stupidity, so I was chewed out by Bruce for almost two hours last night, thus losing my precious sleep.

"Wake up, Jason!" Damian "commanded".

Just ignore them, I thought. 

"I'm in trouble, thanks to Dick," I mumbled. "Go away."

"But we're all going to the beach!" whined Tim.

"Probably not me. I'm in trouble." I yawned.

There was silence. Had they left?

I peeked my eyes open, and there was nobody there.

Now I can go back to my beauty sleep...

"Jay, Bruce says we're all going to the beach! Isn't that great?"

I moaned.

I tried desperately to return to my beauty sleep, but oh no. The brats were arguing, AS USUAL.

"Gimme back my sunscreen!"

"Get your own!"

"I had it first!"

I groaned. "It's sunscreen, you idiots! We're ALL sharing it."

Tim and Dami both dropped it on the floor. 

"Ew." mumbled Damian, as he walked away to put on his bathing suit.

Bruce's POV: 

We finally got to the beach. Dick and Jason were having some sort of splashing war, Tim and Damian were attempting to make a sandcastle, and Diana and I were lounging around.

"Father?" Damian asked.

"What is it?"

"How do you make a sandcastle?" Damian asked.

"Well, you just take your bucket and-"

"Bucket?" Damian asked, quizzically.

"Er, yeah. You take the bucket and-"

"Wait, wait. You need a bucket to make sandcastles?" 

I raised an eyebrow. "Tim didn't tell you?" 

"Negatory." 

"Oh," I said. "Well, just take a bucket from the beach bag, and Tim will tell you how to do it."

"Okay."

The rest of the day, was remarkably,...pleasant?

Until dinner, that is.

Dick's POV: 

We were at this posh restaurant in the resort. 

"What would you like to eat, Dami?" Bruce asked Damian.

"Hmm, those "Calamari Rings" sound pleasant," Damian said.

Dad raised an eyebrow. "If you insist." 

"How about you, Tim?" Bruce asked.

"I'll have the... spank-o-pita...?" Tim said.

Diana giggled. "You mean, spanakopita."

Tim blushed. "Yeah, that."

----(24 Minutes Later)----

(no POV)

"OH MY GOD, WHAT THE HELL IS IN CALAMARI?!"

"Damian!"

"THIS TASTES LIKE A DONKEY'S BUTT!"

"Damian! QUIET!"

Tim and Jason were laughing hysterically, Diana was trying not to laugh but failing, and Dick was facepalming. 

"WHO WOULD EAT THIS?! WHAT DO THEY PUT IN THIS? ARE THESE MADE OUT OF TESTICLES?! EWW! I SWEAR- WHOEVER MADE THIS WILL WISH THEY WERE NEVER BORN WHEN I-" 

Bruce dragged his son out of the restaurant, completely embarrassed.