25 Days of Batfam

Day 16

It was 11 pm, Sunday night in Gotham city. December 16th, only nine days away from Christmas.  Batman, Red Hood, Oracle, Batgirl, and Black Bat were all out on patrol. Alfred, being the ever amazing butler he was, was supervising them in the cave, with Oracle at his side.

Meanwhile, Dick, Tim, and Damian were all stuck at Wayne Manor. Tim and Damian had both come down with a bad cold, and no matter how much they hugged Bruce, he refused to let them go on patrol in their state. Every time they tried to kick or punch someone, they either accidentally let out a large sneeze, or were overcome by a fit of coughing. That being said, they weren't much help in the field.

So naturally, Bruce gave Dick the job of babysitting them. Of course, they were old enough to not need a babysitter, but Bruce (and everyone else) knew they would try to sneak out first chance they got, so someone had to keep an eye on them like a hawk.

And what, Dick thought, was a better way of doing that, then keeping them locked in the Manor's movie theater?

Dick was going to make them tea to soothe their sore throats, but Alfred insisted he make it instead. After the time Dick nearly ***burnt down the whole kitchen trying to make cupcakes (in a metal pan) in the microwave once, he had been banned from the kitchen.

Anyway, Dick carried the tray of tea that Alfred had so graciously made, into the theater. He brought it over to Tim and Damian, who were sitting at opposite ends of the small theater. Both of them were adorably covered in a ton of blankets, practically hiding in them.  Right to Damian's left, a box of tissues stood, and several used ones were on the floor.  Tim had a bag of cough drops on his lap.

"Alright!" Dick told them cheerfully. "Here's some tea that Alf made. He told me to tell you to drink it all."

Tim reached over and took one of the cups of tea. Damian did too, though much less enthusiastically. The ex-assassin looked at it warily, but then took a small sip. He looked up at Dick. "Why can't I go on patrol? I'm-" *cough* "-fine..."

Dick raised an eyebrow. "You're kidding, right?"

Damian glared at him. Apparently he was serious.

Dick sighed. "Lil D, have you seen yourself in a mirror lately? No offense, but you look terrible. If you went out tonight, you'd just get your butt kicked."

"Would not," Damian grumbled, pulling a blanket over his bed and slouching down in his seat.

Tim looked at Dick. "So uh...What are we doing in the theater?"

"Watching a movie obviously," Dick replied with a grin. "All three of the Santa Clause movies."

At this, both boys groaned. "Aw, c'mon Dick. Not more cheesy Christmas movies," Tim complained.

"I absolutely refuse to watch this filth!" Damian argued.

"Well, sorry," Sick replied, not looking the least bit sorry. "But you two are sick, and I'm in charge right now, and so I'm forcing you to watch them. And they're great! You'll love them!"

Tim raised an eyebrow. "Dick, you made us watch them last year. And it was horrible, by the way."

"You have to watch them every year! You have to watch all the classics every year!"

"Are you sure those movies even count as 'classics'?"

Dick frowned. "Why does no one in this family have any Christmas spirit?"

"Grayson-" Damian started again, about to complain some more.

Dick knelt to the ground dramatically and clutched the first Santa Clause movie in his hands. "But...They're amazing...Don't make me cry Damian. Or you Tim."  He sniffed.

Damian scowled. "Grayson, that's even more pathetic than Drake."

That statement earned a defensive "hey!" from both Tim and Dick.

"What if I asked reeeeeeally nicely? Then would your so watch them?" Dick pleaded.

"No," they replied at the same time, in equally annoyed tones.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

"No!"

Dick's shoulders slumped. Then, he thought back to the previous day, where he had to blackmail Jason into getting what he wanted.  Dick usually wasn't the type of person to go around blackmailing everyone, but he was tired of no one in this family doing anything Christmassy with him.

Dick pulled out his phone and waved it tauntingly in the air. He grinned evilly. "I have blackmail," he said in a sing-song voice.

Damian's eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't."

"Ooh, I would," Dick replied. "Remember a month ago, when Bruce was staying overnight at a business meeting, and you fell asleep in the Batcave? In the desk, with Alfred the cat curled up next to you? It's adorable, really..."

Damian's eyes widened slightly. "You-what- Grayson, that photograph is not yours to share!"

Tim smirked. "Aww, who knew the little demon could be adorable? I'd pay to see that picture. I'm sure Jason would too. And a few others..."

Dick turned to Tim, still grinning. "And not so fast, Tim. I have several very *interesting* pictures of you on here, that I'm *sure* the girl's would love me to show them."

Tim's eyes widened, and his face turned red. "No! Stop! Don't show them or anyone else anything! I'll watch the movies with you, Jeez!"

Damian gulped. "Yes, please do not show those photos. I will also watch the cheesy Christmas movies."

Dick grinned again, and hopped into a seat. He held the remote up. "Great! Now let's get this party started."

A/N: ***- true story. One time when I was a kid, that happened. Yeah...haha, not the best idea. Don't try at home, kids!  Anyway, hope you enjoyed! Please review!!!