Batbrother One-shots

Never Again

Summary: Alfred once asked Damian to wake everyone up for the day. This is the first and last time. 

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Unlike a normal person, who would still be asleep at this time, Damian is already dressed for the day and wide awake. He was sitting in the kitchen as Alfred, who is also not a normal person, was up and making breakfast for his boys. With being swamped doing the morning chores and making breakfast, he wouldn't have time to wake up everyone. Seeing as Damian was the only one up, he decided to make a really bad decision.

"Master Damian, could you please go wake up your father and brothers for me? I am swamped with much to do."

With nothing else to do, Damian just shrugged and agreed. He headed upstairs and down the hall to his oldest brothers room, Dick.  

He opens the door, quietly, then gently hops up onto the bed. He proceeded to lay across his brother. Young Damian could feel Dick's body move as he chuckled at his little brother. Dick rolled Damian into a tight hug, which he tried to act like he didn't like it but everyone knows he loves it. They both soon start laughing before Damian leaves the room to go wake up the others. 

The next room he spotted was his second oldest brothers room, Jason. 

'This should be fun.' Damian thought with a smirk on his face that would terrify the devil. 

He pulled out a small airhorn from his utility belt and quickly opened the door. In a swift motion, Damian pushed down on the airhorn, making Jason jump up while grabbing his gun and firing at the direction of the noise while screaming. Damian closed the door before shouting that breakfast was ready. 

'Two down, two more to go.' 

He went to the third floor of the house where the last two sleeping family members were. The third room he went to belonged to his, unfortunately, third oldest brother, Tim.

He opened the door and saw evidence that Tim hasn't been asleep long. Judging from the three empty cups of coffee and the open laptop showing some outrageous conspiracy theory. Damian rolled his eyes and looked around the room for some idea on how to wake up Tim. 

His eyes spotted two things that could work, a vase and a pillow. He shrugged and then picked up the vase. Then he chucked the vase straight at Tim.

"Get up, fucker!" Damian shouted as Tim woke up holding his head. 

Damian left the Tim and headed for his fathers room. 

He walked into the dark and barely lived in room.

"Father, it is time to get up. I'm sure you're already awake because of Jason's screaming." Damian waited for some clue that Bruce was awake. He was, but he wanted to see what Damian would do to wake him up. He continued to lay there, dead to the world. He heard footsteps approach his bed before hearing his son call for him again.

"Father." Was all Damian said. 

"Father! I know you're awake!" Damian then got up onto of the headboard and peeled opened Bruces eyes.

"Father?" 

"Damian, why can't you be a normal kid?" 

"You dress up like a bat and take in any orphan you see on the street and I'm the weird one?" 

Damian jumped down from headboard and headed down for breakfast. He passed Jason's room with an angry Jason inside. When Jason caught sight of him, his eyes glowed with revenge as he grabbed his gun and ran after Damian. Following behind them was Bruce with an out of it Tim.

When everyone entered the kitchen, Dick was watching with a very concerned look after hearing all the chaos happening, but knowing better than go up there and see what was going on. 

"What happened?" Dick asked as Damian ran towards him and hid behind his big brother.

"I was given a mission to rattle up the cattle for breakfast!" Damian said in defense. 

"Yeah, well, you've yeed your last haw, partner!" Jason cocked his gun and aimed it right at Damian.

"Yeah bitch." said Tim as he looked slightly away from Damians direction while holding a wet rag to his head. Bruce grabbed his cup of coffee of the counter and pushed Tim's head towards the correct direction.

"Yeah bitch."

"Woah, Timmy. What'd happen to you?"

"Vase threw a Damian at my head!"

"I think he has a slight concussion. Dami threw a vase at him." Bruce stated. He seemed unfazed by all of this. He made a vow to never take in anymore kids. 

"Yeah and there was a flock of feathers right next to it!"

"A pillow." Bruce translated. 

Safe to say, Damian is no longer allowed to wake up anyone except Dick.