Christmas at Wayne Manor is usually hectic. With various arguments about varying topics and an inevitable snowball fight that ended with the four boys being draped in blankets in front of the fire because they were all out there in nothing but sweatpants.
Between serving rounds of hot chocolate and adding new logs to the fire, Alfred would be seen cleaning up the discarded tissue paper and scraps of wrapping paper that littered the floor.
That is until the year Bruce gave each one of his children weighted blankets, and the hours which in previous years had been flooded with shouting and shivering bodies were replaced with the sound of deep breathing.
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The lack of noise coming from the drawing room was concerning as Bruce made his way back to the room after helping Alfred finish cleaning up the wrapping paper. Alfred was currently in the kitchen beginning preparations for Christmas dinner.
As he stepped into the room, bracing himself for a snowball to the face—because there’s no other way his children would be this quiet unless they were planning a sneak attack—but was surprised to find his children weren’t scheming as he had thought. Dick was sitting in front of the couch, Tim and Stephanie leaning their heads on either of his shoulders and Damian curled up on his lap, their weighted blankets draped over each of them while Jason laid on the couch under his own blanket. All of them were asleep.
Leaning against the doorframe, Bruce crossed his arms and watched the deep breathing of his kids, the soft music coming from the record player Dick had given to Alfred floating over to him.
“I believe you made a good decision for their gifts this year, Master Bruce,” Alfred said softly, coming to a stop beside him.
Bruce smiled. “I’m afraid Jason won’t be able to keep up his promise to help you with Christmas dinner this year, Alfred.”
“That’s alright, Master Bruce,” the butler replied. “Let them sleep. I do not think any of them have gotten this much sleep in a while.”
Bruce chuckled. Between regular villains of the week and the holiday schemes from a myriad of different villains, they had all been swamped on patrol.
“I’d offer to help, but I think we both know it’s for the best that I don’t,” Bruce said.
“I appreciate the thought nonetheless,” Alfred replied.
They stood there in silence for a moment.
Then, as Alfred turned to leave, Bruce said, “Merry Christmas, Alfred.”
“Merry Christmas, Master Bruce.”
The batkids do not have a mother to find items for them that they themselves cannot find, so they find the closest replacement at the moment
Bruce:… Tim why is Harley Quinn eating cinnamon rolls in our kitchen Tim: *typing on his phone* oh I couldn’t find my headphones Bruce:… what does that even mean ~ Bruce: *walks into living room*… hello Selina Selina: *watching cartoons with Jason’s head in her lap* oh hey baby! Bruce: w- why are you- not that I’m not happy to see you but why are you here? Selina: kitten needed help finding his helmet. Jason: *lifts helmet* we found it Bruce:… *walks back out of the living room* ~ Bruce: *staring at Talia* Talia: Hello beloved. Bruce: … wha- why- how??? Damian: forgive me father but I needed to find my favorite dagger for show and tell tomorrow Bruce:… first of all no- ~ Bruce: *walking into Dicks room* hey Ivy- wait Ivy: oh hey bats! Believe me I don’t want to be here either but baby robin needed help finding his old suit Dick: *lifting his discowing outfit* we found it Bruce:… Ivy I will fund all of your plant experiments if you swear to never find that thing again-
Like does the high guard know about what’s been going on or
Technically a continuation of this
Adorable
Who r u?
Nightwing and Robin Jason: On your mark, get set g-
Batman: No
Nightwing: No? No, what? You don't even know what we're?!
Batman: You two were about to try and race across the rooftops
Nightwing: And? We do it all the time
Batman: And, they're covered in ice from freezing rain
Robin Jason: So? We fought Mr. Freeze last week, and we're still alive
Batman: [glares]
Dick: Ugh, fine. We won't have ANY fun
Batman: [turns around]
Nightwing:
Robin Jason:
Nightwing and Robin Jason: [glance at each other]
Nightwing and Robin Jason: [whispering] Go
[Both start running]
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[Later]
Dick: [sitting on the couch with his ankle in a cast] Consequences, gotta be my top three least favorite parts of my actions
Jason: [sitting next to him with his arm in a cast] Big brothers, gotta be the top three worst people to listen to when they say they have a fun idea
Dick: You're just grumpy because YOU fell down first
Jason: [hits him with a pillow]
Part 23
jason, watching tim cook: okay so he got the cookies
jason: grinding them okay, so like, cookie dough - oh adding milk, flour- okay, okay
jason: pancakes. cool, cookie panc- why are you baking them,
jason: WHY IS HE GRINDNING THEM UP AGAI- milk, flour- WHAT
jason: bro? whyd you
jason: whyd you do that??? why did you. make a pancake and made a pancake from a pan- waht??
jason: why did you square root a pancake???
switcheroo part 2 electric boogaloo (soundwave edition)
for those of you who were wondering, yes soundwave is still the most loyal hes just a flamboyant conniving megalomaniac, and yes starscream is still traitorous hes just calculating and methodical and very very patient
part 3
Bruce unintentionally dissing the league while praising his kids is so funny to me
Bruce: we need an expert marksman for this job
Oliver: *getting ready to stand up to fully accept Bruce’s praise*
Bruce: Redhood will be here shortly. We also need someone quick on their feet. Luckily Cass is working on a case nearby so we can ask her
Batman: You can not punish the Joker
Batman: You are no judge, jury, and executioner
Danny Fenton, standing over Joker's beaten body: Actually, I am
Danny Fenton, raising the Creep Stick up: I am the High King of Infinite Realms, and this bitch has been resurrected more than once
Danny Fenton, smacking Joker like a piñata: With the use of a pool of some nasty smelling ecto, mind you, but it puts him under my jurisdiction nonetheless
Danny Fenton, smiling at Batman as Joker is wheezing and trying to crawl away: So I am the judge, jury, and executioner for him since I'm the highest power in a Realm where he is a denizen
Danny Fenton, catching the Joker by the ankle and dragging him back: And as the King, I hereby sentence him to death by a repetitive use of The Creep Stick over his whole body
Batman: ...
Red Hood, with a bowl of popcorn: Do you mind switching The Creep Stick for a crowbar?