Babysitting The Waynes (adopted Fic)

Park

-Yes, I'm working on updating my crossover book. SO STOP THREATENING TO SUE ME!-

09:46 am

"Breakfast! Eat it or Starve!" Damian announced.

The Wayne kids shot up, and barrelled into the kitchen, trampling each other. "Gimme extra!" Jason yelled, holding his plate out, as they approached the stove top.

"No way! I've been wasting away all night!" Tim slid between his brothers.

"Ladies first!" Barbra spat.

"You're no lady!" The boys chorused.

"MINE!" Tim reached the stove first, grabbing for the frying pan. Damian swatted his hand away.

"Not for you."

"WHY? I'm here first." 

"Back of the line." Damian ordered, as breakfast bringer, he had complete power to be vindictive to Tim.

Cass slid past the group, grabbed some toast, and slunk back to the table before she was even seen by her more rambunctious family members.

"Dami, can I have some breakfast, please?" Dick gave his eldest brother the face. No one could resist the face.

"Richard, I'll feed you, but that look doesn't effect me." He lied.

Dick just took his pancakes and went to the table. "We saved some for you guys, don't worry!" He told the team, standing on his chair to grab the maple syrup.

"You're Gonna Spill It! You're Gonna Spill!" Barbra grabbed the heavy glass jug, before Dick could empty the entire thing on his plate. "There you go, that's enough. THAT'S ENOUGH." She said in her scary-big-sister-voice.  She took the jug and poured some on her own pancakes.

"Pass the whipped cream."

"What was that?"

"Please pass the whipped cream" He relented. Barbra lay a dollop of whipped cream on Dick's plate. Satisfied, Dick sat down and looked at his pancakes.

"DWEEB!" Jason grabbed a handful of Dick's hair and slammed the boys face into his pile of whipped cream and syrup.

"JASON!" Dick whined, pulling himself back. "JERK!" He tried to wipe the cream from around his eyes. "Frick you!"

"Hey, Language!" Tim called, from where he was still arguing with Damian over the fact that he deserved food. "Jason, you're rubbing off on him!"

"MINI ME! MINI ME! MINI ME!" Jason chanted as the team went up for food. 

"Dickie, look at me." Barbra reached out and held Dick's face still and picking up a napkin. Wrestling to keep the little boy in place, the redhead cleaned him up. 

"He's seven years old!"

She glared at Jason, who was cackling at his baby brother. "Stop making fun of him and grow up!" She tossed the napkin at the fourteen year old.

"He should grow up, he's seven, and you're still cleaning up after him."

"You're fourteen and you're bullying a second grader." The redhead responded. "Sorry, soon-to-be-third-grader."

Dick frowned a little, but stuffed a bite of pancake into his mouth. "Can you take Me and Cassie to the park today?"

"Oh, Dickie, I have PedalHeads training today, remember? Maybe Tim or Dami could take you."