|Four Birds and a Bat!
Author: Secret52 PM
My universe called "Bats of a Feather." Dick Grayson is 13, Jason Todd is 11, Tim Drake is 10, and Damian Wayne is 6. WARNING: Contains parental spanking. DaddyBats!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Family - Chapters: 9 - Words: 14,119 - Reviews: 95 - Favs: 36 - Follows: 54 - Updated: 03-12-13 - Published: 11-10-12 - id: 8691715
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This is the first chapter of "Bats of a Feather." The other chapters will have more action, this was just the introduction by Dick's POV. Please not I have changed the ages and am making this some sort of weird cross-over between Young Justice and a Batman fic. Warning: Spanking in later chapters. Don't like, don't read.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Just the "Bats of a Feather" world.
Dick Grayson's Point of View
I cannot begin to express how annoying little siblings can be. It's even worse when you're the oldest and supposed to be the most responsible. I have three younger siblings who are about as opposites as Antarctica and the Sahara Desert.
My name is Dick Grayson. I came to live here at Wayne Manor when I was six. My parents had just died by falling to their deaths as professional trapeze artists, I was one too. Bruce Wayne, a billionaire of Gotham city, adopted me. Mostly it was because he knew how I felt. He lost his parents when he was little too. Slowly I came to feel comfortable with my new daddy and that helped the pain of losing my parents lessen.
Life was good. I learned in a short time that my new father was Batman, the Dark Knight of this city, and he helped me start training to become his new partner. Things went along smoothly, that is until, daddy came across a boy by the name of Jason Todd. He had a sad story too. His father had killed Jason's mother and sister and was after him as well. Batman brought Jason's dad to justice then, with the money of being Bruce Wayne, adopted Jason too.
Jason and I never did see eye to eye. At first I was really jelous. Daddy gave the new boy a whole lot of attention. He told me it was because Jason was having a hard time settling in, but me, being an 8-year-old at that time, thought I knew better. Jason was great at annoying people. Still is, really. He has every kind of remark to get under your skin make you want to choke him. After a while though we did learn to get along as friends in a sort of truce. It started when we ganged up on our father. This caused a lot of trouble in the future. As time went by we also began to see each other as brothers, though we still fought from time to time.
Then Tim Drake came along. Out of all four of my brothers he was the "goody-two-shoes" of the group. His parents had been murdered and since they were close friends with Bruce he solved the orphans problem by adopting him. Tim was much more reserved and quiet then Jason and I letting us get acquainted with him at a sensible pace.
Of course our daddy was having a harder time keeping us in order. Jason and Tim soon had also discovered the Batman secret and were soon training alongside daddy and I as well. Having three underage fighters in a mansion made life crazy, and fun I'll admit, but it was also the beginning of a lot of spankings. We were boys so being spanked by daddy, and Alfred our butler, usually kept us in line. It didn't always stop us from misbehaving but it did rein in a lot of it.
By the time I was twelve life had settled in a good and diligent routine. Then more trouble arrived: Damian Wayne.
Damian was no more then a five year old but being trained his whole life by assassins and a mother who is, more or less, a criminal can really crank up your life. Jason, Tim and I all got jealous as well because he was Bruce's real son by blood. Plus, it was really hard to get along with a baby who insisted on ordering you around, called you by your last name, and spoke with words entirely to big for him. He also loved to bite, kick, and try to reach for knives if he didn't get his way.
Although not totally spoiled he was definitely a nightmare.
Over time our father was able to tame Damian a bit and put our sibling jealousy to rest. Occasionally when the house got to weird I escaped with my friends Wally and Roy and, of course, my alter ego Robin. Jason ended up with the nickname Red Hood. Tim started calling himself Red Robin (he's such a copy cat) and we started calling Damian Red Wing. Personally I thought we could do with a lot less red.
Even though we all get on each other's nerves we are brothers. We have the same father and we all enjoy crimefighting. This makes us family and they are the best thing that has ever happened to me.
Chapter 2 is coming but don't forget to review.