"Alfred, are the boys at the table?"
"Yes Master Bruce, the boys are there. No fighting, bickering, stabbing, shooting, curs-"
"Yes yes, Alfred I understood" with that Bruce made his way to the dinning room of the manor.
At his right, Dick was chatting with Tim about how the company was running. On his left Damian and Jason were talking about how to kill their brothers in 572 ways (they're beating their own records) Bruce smiled at this small quarrel, he takes a sip of the soup Alfred made. The noise coming from his sons is the peace he always wanted. The animated and cheerful tune coming from Dick. The serious and stern voice by Tim. The sassy, diabolic and snickering Damian. The loud and melodic tune of Jason's laughter. For Bruce, he would trade everything just to keep this whole dysfunctional family up, to keep him warm and cozy inside.
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"Baby bird look, Tim being killed by his own boyfriend is possible! We just have to get a shit ton of Black Manchester shit and done!"
"No Jason! Even so, Drake knows every single thing about Kon! He can't just let the boy kill right? He's smart- Can it Drake!"
"So Timmy! The ladies are harassing you huh?"
"Dammit Dick! Their hands just finds a place on my butt! like 'hey I'm gay, happily living with my lover and will never give you a chance' "
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Alfred snaps a photo of the rare and heartwarming scene.
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Keeping Up With The Waynes, Grayson, Drake and Todd (Also Pennyworth)
FanfictionLet's take a peek at the lives of the bat boys with their father and the best butler. ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ Also! The characters aren't mine! All the good stuff are from DC Comics 👌
