Big Bird, Little Wing, Baby Bird and Mini Bat

Random one shot drabbles about Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. Mostly brotherly fluff. Dick is 22, Jason is 18, Tim is 12, and Damian is 9.

Rated T for language (mainly from Jason) and sexual references (also from Jason).

I do not own Batman or anything related (if I did Damian would not have died).

Chapter 1: Nightmare on Wayne Street

Jason's POV

I was sitting on the couch flipping through TV channels. Great, Dick and Bruce are off doing some Justice League crap, Alfred's in England and I'm stuck babysitting the Replacement and the Demon. Do I ever get to go on a mission? No, I have to be "responsible" and "take care of my younger brothers." I just can't think of a better way to spend my Friday night. I mean I could be at a bar, on a date, pumping lead into some lowlife, motherf-

"Jay, what are you doing?"

He came out of nowhere. Why does Tim have to be so freaking silent when he walks? He's like a freaking cat! Can they not leave me alone for five minutes! Just five minutes!

"I'm about to watch a movie and you're going upstairs."

"But I'm bored," he cried while sliding down on the sofa beside me.

"Well, go play with your calculator or something."

Rolling his eyes, he asked, "So what are we watching?"

We? "We aren't watching anything. I'm about to watch A Nightmare on Elm Street and you're going….."

"Todd, I demand you entertain me!" Damian screamed at me while climbing onto the sofa on the other side of me.

When did he get in here? He's like a freaking ninja assassin. Nothing surprises me anymore.

"Get out Brat! We're about to watch a movie and you'll just be in the way." Tim yelled at him.

"I'll do whatever I want, Drake!"

Please make it stop. For once I wish Bruce, Alfred, or Dick was here. "The two of you shut up and go upstairs and leave me alone!"

"But we want to watch a movie with you," Tim pleaded.

"No, it's A Nightmare on Elm Street, a horror movie and Bruce, Dick, and Alfred will kill me if I let you watch it."

"Correction Todd, Father, Grayson, and Pennyworth will kill you when they find your collection of pornography, Playboy magazines, cigarettes, and alcohol hidden under your bed."


Every single minute, it seemed like they were edging closer to me. They were practically on top of me when the final scene ended. I stood up and turned the TV off. Smirking, I turned to them and said, "Wasn't that a great movie? If you two are good I'll let you watch the sequel with me. Although, it is kinda late. We had better go to bed. Night, see you two in the morning. If you're still here."


Tim's POV

No way was I getting in my bed, especially not after what happened in the movie.

What was that? I thought I had heard voices for a second.

"Calm down, you're just imagining things." I told myself as I walked towards my bed. Nope not happening. I cannot fall asleep.

I shakily climbed into my bed. I pulled my stuffed monkey, Banana, towards me. Dick had gotten him for me. For some reason Dick had insisted on getting Jason, me, and Damian a stuffed animal. I guess it was because none of us ever had one before.

All of a sudden, my blood froze and my heart stopped. This time I really did hear something. I jumped up and clambered off my bed taking my monkey with me. I threw open my door and ran straight into Damian.

Damian's POV

"Watch where you're going, Drake!" I yelled.

"Why don't you watch where you're going?" his eyes then travelled down to the stuffed cat I was holding. "You sleep with a stuffed cat?"

"No! I…. just don't want to offend Grayson by ignoring his gift…. or else I would have to listen to him complain about it… Is that a monkey?"

"Well, I um….."

We both froze. A thumping sound came from below.

"Damian, did you hear that?" Drake whispered quietly.

"Shut up fool! Do you want it to hear us and come upstairs and kill us!" I whispered urgently.

The thumping sounds were getting louder. We made eye contact and then simultaneously, we clambered over each other and dashed into Todd's room and dived into his bed.

Jason's POV

What in the hell? I could hear two sets of footsteps running straight for my room. What do they want now? Can they not leave me alone for five minutes! Just five minutes!

My door was thrown open and slammed shut. Two miniature crime fighters scrambled up into my bed and onto either side of me. My waist found itself being encircled by two sets of clinging arms. "What in the hell are you two doing!"

"He's real, Jay. He's real." Tim said while sobbing.

"What? Who's real? Stop crying and tell me what's wrong!"

Damian suddenly wailed, "Todd this is your fault! You brought this curse upon us!"

"What in the hell are you two talking about?" I demanded.

Tim pressed himself further into my side and whimpered, "Freddy Krueger. He's gonna kill us."

Rolling my eyes, I told them, "Stop crying and quit your whining. He's not real. It's only a movie. Besides, it was done in the 80's; it's not like the effects were that good. I mean it's not even really all that gory."

Wrong thing to say, they only cried harder. "Look, its-"

A thumping sound made me lose my train of thought. They both stopped crying. Great now I'm hearing things.

The sounds grew louder until they stopped outside of my door. The three of us held our breath and waited. The door suddenly opened, revealing a large, hulking figure.

Bruce's POV

We were met with three separate screams of horror. Turning on the lights, I calmly tried to figure out what was wrong, while Dick ran over to the bed to try and get them to stop screaming.

"Boys, what's wrong. What happened?" I asked calmly.

Tim and Damian looked at each other momentarily, and then turned towards me and cried, "Jason let us watch A Nightmare on-"

They were cut off by Jason, who now had both hands clamped over their mouths.

"We were watching The Nightmare before Christmas." Jason said sheepishly while making both of his younger brothers nod.

Rolling my eyes, I ordered Jason to release them.

"Jason let us watch A Nightmare on Elm Street!" Tim and Damian cried.

"Jay! What were you thinking letting them watch a rated R horror movie!" Dick screamed at him.

Jason turned towards Dick and yelled, "Well excuse me, but you let me watch it with you when I was ten!"

"And you were freaked out by it! You slept with me for two weeks and I had to bribe you not to tell Bruce or Alfred that I let you watch it!" Dick bantered.

"You did what?" I asked in a deadly voice.

Both Dick and Jason dropped their heads and looked down. I turned to Tim and Damian, who were still holding on to Jason. "Boys," I said in a soothing voice. "It's not real. It's only a movie designed to scare people. Freddy Krueger isn't real, besides I would never let him hurt either of you. Understand?" Both boys nodded and released Jason.

Glaring at Dick and Jason, I bent down and scooped up Tim and Damian. I proceeded to carry them to my bedroom. Knowing they wouldn't be able to go to sleep, they would have probably ended up in my bed anyway.

Jason's POV

After they had left, I turned towards Dick and asked how the mission went.

"Fine, how was babysitting?"

I only stared at him.

"So, you wanna watch the sequel?"

"I guess so." I then moved over and made room for him on the bed, while he went to get the movie.


As the movie ended, Dick got up to leave.

I turned towards him and said, "You don't have to go if you don't want to."

He turned and looked at me. "Jason, you're not scared are you?" he said while raising an eyebrow.

"No!" I shouted. "It's just that it's such a long ways to you room…. and I know you're tired and…"

"Okay, I'll stay. Night, Jay." He slid back in the bed beside me.

"Yeah, whatever."

I rolled over and closed my eyes. I could feel Dick moving closer. He leaned over my ear and whispered in the creepiest voice he could manage, "One, two, Freddy's coming for you. Three, four, better lock your door. Five, six, grab your crucifix. Seven, eight, gonna stay up late. Nine, ten, never sleep again." He then laid back down.

My eyes burst open and I edged closer to Dick. Nope not happening. I am not going to sleep.