25 Days of Batfam

Day 7

A/N: This oneshot will be a two parter since I've been super busy today and this was all I could write. Enjoy though! :)

"Ah, it's good to be home again," Jason said as he plopped down on the couch back in Wayne Manor. The Batfam had just returned from their unsuccessful trip to the winter lodge. They had to leave a day early because of Dick's concussion, even though he had insisted that he was fine and it was no reason to ruin their fun.

Bruce was helping Dick through the door to the manor, since he was still unsteady on his feet from the concussion.

"Urg, Bruce...Dizzy...Gonna-" before Bruce could react, Dick prompted to throw up by a potted plant near the doorway.

Bruce grimaced a little, but awkwardly patted Dick on the back. "Come on Dick, you need to get some rest."

Jason made a face when he saw Dick throw up. "Ew Dickie bird.  Again? Really?"

"C-can't help it," Dick muttered. Bruce helped lead him to his room.

Soon after, Tim, Damian, and Alfred came inside the house too.

"Oh dear," Alfred said when he saw the mess Dick had left behind. "Poor Master Richard...I fear the car ride back only made him feel worse."

Jason smirked when he saw the expression on Damian's face. The little demon looked concerned for his older brother, much to Jason's amusement. At first, he was convinced Damian didn't care about anyone. But then Dick came along. Everyone loved Dick. Even stingy ex-assassins, apparently.

"Too bad about Dick," Tim said as he sat down in a chair across from Jason. "And it's getting close to Christmas too."

"Eh. He's had way worse before. We all have," Jason replied.

Tim frowned. "Still..." he knew Dick said what had happened wasn't his fault, but he still blamed himself. And he wanted to make it up to him somehow. "We should try to cheer him up."

Damian scowled. "And how do you want us to do *that* Drake?"

Tim was silent for a moment. Then a smile came to his lips.  "You know how Dick was wanting Alfred to make Christmas cookies the other day, but he wasn't able to? Why don't we all make some cookies for him!"

Damian smirked. "You in a kitchen...That would end disasteristly for sure."

"Hey!" Tim exclaimed.  "It wouldn't end up as badly as you in the kitchen! You'd just try to attack the stove or something!"

They both turned to Jason.

"What?" Jason deadpanned.

"Well, what do you think?" Tim asked. "Should we make Dick cookies?"

Jason shook his head. "Sorry replacement.  I ain't getting anywhere near the kitchen."

Tim sighed. He looked back at Damian. "We all know you care about Dick, whether you want to admit it or not? Look, I don't like the idea of working with you, but we both want to cheer Dick up a little."

"-Tt-" Damian said. "Fine." He avoided eye contact with Tim. "I'll help you make your stupid cookies."

A slight grin came to Tim's face. "Great!" he paused. "Alfred's busy taking care of Dick though... He would be able to provide any assistance."

Damian narrowed his eyes. "What are you saying, Drake?"

"I'm saying- we should get Steph, Barb, and Cass to come over.  Girls know how to bake, right? If we have their help, there's no way we can mess the cookies up!"

Damian shrugged. "That may work. Very well, contact them then. Let's not keep Grayson waiting for his cookies longer than he must."

Tim nodded and took out his phone, before getting to work.