Reverse BatFam Trash

Remember That Time...

-This part has a lot of "Old footage". the recording is in bold & italics-

Ages *current*:

Damian - 30

Tim - 27

Stephanie - 27

Jason - 24

Barbra - 23

Dick - 20

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Ages *past*:

Damian - 20

Tim - 17

Stephanie - 17

Jason - 14

Barbra - 13

Dick - 10

"Hell yes!" Red hod hurried to Oracle's side.

"Alfred made them."

"What a saint! Hey, Red Ro, NightWing! Snacks?"

"Yeah!" The latter sprinted up to Barbra, and the plate of cookies in her lap.

"Not too many, you'll get a sugar high."

"I'm twenty!" He replied through a mouthful of cookies.

"You're baby." She reiterated.

"You are only THREE years older than me!"

"Yeah but I can drink!" She stuck out her tongue.

"And buy weed." Jason added.

"And gamble."

"And adopt a child" Tim joined

"Two words; CONCEALED WEAPONS." Jason shoved a cookie in his mouth.

"Okay, Okay." He laughed, tearing off his mask and sitting back. "Are Steph and Dami coming in?"

"In a minute." Tim nodded.

They went quiet, scarfing down the baked goods.

"I'm glad Babs didn't bake these." Jason reminisced. "Remember those shitty baking videos?"

"Oh, god, don't remind me..."

"YES! WAYNE_HUB LIVES!" Nightwing, who was really too young to remember it, shouted.

Tim snorted, grabbing the bat-computer keyboard. "Is that still up?"

"God, I hope not..." The redhead grinned, shaking her head in shame.

"OH MY GOD IT IS!" He pulled up the youtube channel, 55 subs, ad chose one of the older videos.

"Timmy, NO!"

*The camera quality has exactly *half* a pixel. A very young Barbra and Stephine are standing at the the counter, you can hear Tim breathing behind the camera. There's screaming off camera*

Barbra: Jason, shut the hell up!

*off set voice*: Fuck Off!

Jason snorted, young him was ornery... and he loved it.

Steph: Sup, I'm Stephanie, this is Barbra, and JaSoN tOdD said that we couldn't even make a box-cake-mix. we're here to prove him wrong.

Barbra: So, was have two cake mixes, and a crap-ton of red frosting. Let's get own to this shit.

 Dick lay on the cold floor, his hand crept up Barbra's wheelchair and leg, feeling around  for another cookie.