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(shout-out to....the gays!)
          Miles laughed softly as they walked into their hotel. He fell onto the bed with a flop, it was the first day of their surprise honeymoon. Dylan took him to Paris and they did all the stupid tourist stuff and it was amazing. He turned over in the bed his dopey grin now being revealed. "Come here Mon mari. I have an idea." 

(Oooo Batfam!! Let's go!)
          Damian walked downstairs and made his way to the kitchen freezing in place as he saw Tim sitting and working on the couch with his blanket over Tim's lap. "...where did you get that?" He asked trying to not come off as mad as he actually was. 
          How did Tim even get a hold of his blanket? He usually kept it in his room unless he left it downstairs on the family's last movie night. 

(little dude!! Tiny Damian!!!)
          Damian ran through the manor as fast as he could trying to get to Tim's room before Dick could stop him. He wasn't going to do anything that bad, possibly. He kept running, not knowing he took a wrong turn and got lost. He looked around trying to ease the panic that was seeping in. He could figure this out, he was an assassin one wrong turn wouldn't take him out. At least that's what he told himself, but it was getting harder and harder to figure out his grounding because his eyes were filling with tears. 

(Batman!! He's so silly)
          Bernard sat on the couch in one of Kon's hoodies he was watching some random cartoons he wasn't really paying attention to. He was eating some of the candy he kept on hand for moments like this. He was bored waiting for the others to get back from home and what better way to cure boredom than getting high and watching cartoons? 

(DnD let's goooo!!)
          Arthur pulled on his dad's pant leg. Trying to pull him outside to the well with the lotus flowers. He was playing nearby it when he noticed that Runaan's flower was floating and glowing again.
          
          "What is it little prince?" He signed while he spoke to Arthur, giving a small smile at his son's eager attitude. He laughed as he was pulled to the couch and led outside. He stopped in front of the well. "...no." he shook his head. "The magic is just wearing off. We talked about this Arthur."
          
          Arthur huffed and crossed his arms pointing at the flower. 

(Vampire au umm reunion!!)
          Riley stood on the doorstep to the old mansion knocking on the door. It had been months since he had been there, leaving to visit his family, he just hoped he wouldn't be turned away. Of course no one answered. He gently pushed open the door getting a strong sense of deja vu. "Hello?" He called out. 

(Batfam! Damian my boy)
          Damian was on a patrol, he had gotten separated from his family but he was handling his own. He was a trained assassin, he got this. Until he didn't. It was five against one and there was a knife to his neck. Suddenly he was no longer Damian Wayne, son of Talia Ghul and trained assassin. He was Damian Wayne scared nine year old boy. All he could do was cry out for his big brother as the knife cut his throat. "Akhi!!" 

(Bernard, he's scared I'm on my batfam bs)
          Bernard was sitting on the couch watching the news. He had been for the past hour. He couldn't go outside because of the fear toxin in the air, but the  hero's jobs didn't stop. Which meant both Tim and Connor were out there. The situation was dying down but that didn't mean it couldn't change in a moment. He just hoped they came home soon. 

(batfam/ DC au?? Idk damijon my beloveds!!)
          Damian rushed down the stairs as the doorbell rang. He was trying to get to the door before any of his siblings did, but of course he was too late for that. He shoved past Dick and grabbed Jon's wrist. "Come on let's go to my room!" He tried to move past Dick. Damian really didn't want to do the whole partner interrogation thing right now. 

(Teen dad he's trying!!) 
          Bruce knocked on the door to the room he had given the kid he had just taken in. Dick holed himself up in his room and he couldn't blame the kid, he did that same thing when his parents died. However there was one thing that always helped him, he just hoped that it would also help Dick. "Um hey chum Alfred made cookies. I brought you some if you want."