Wayne/Queen Family Game Night happened every two months, as per Dinah’s request. She thought everyone could do with the bonding (and she loved the chaos). It never went well, though it was fun- for the most part. They were in the dinner portion of the night when Bruce ‘harmlessly’ asked a question. (Spoiler alert: there is no such thing as a harmless question.)
“Ollie, can you pass the salt?” Bruce asked.
Oliver, who was still pissed at Bruce for something that happened two weeks ago (Bruce had forgotten about it and, really, he should’ve known better), grabbed the salt shaker and threw it out of the open window in the family dining room. Everyone paused their idle chatter to stare at Oliver, who was staring at Bruce. Bruce still had his hand outstretched for the shaker.
Oliver smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Sorry, looks like you’re all out. You should get on that.”
Bruce rolled his eyes. “Don’t be so childish, Ollie.”
“Me?!” Oliver shrieked. Dinah sighed from beside him but she went ignored. “Ohoho, that’s rich coming from you, Brucie.” Oliver and Bruce continued to argue with each other as Alfred set a new shaker down on the table next to Bruce so Oliver couldn’t throw that one out the window. They all knew he would do it again out of pure spite.
Dick sighed wistfully, his chin resting on his hand. “It’s group moments like these that I will never forget.”
Jason, without looking away from the glass of ‘water’ (it was whiskey), said, “Hopefully with a good therapist, I will.” He then proceeded to down the rest of his glass. You see, that’s what the Batkids did to get them through Wayne/Queen Family Game Night. They drank. A lot. Damian was upset when they refused to give him any form of alcohol because he was only thirteen. He said that it was unfair because Tim and Duke, who were both underage, got to drink. However, they were both adults so that meant they were allowed a little bit. (They had much more than just a little bit.)
“Is this a bad time to say that I poisoned someone’s drink?” Everyone looked at Tim who shrugged. “Sad thing is, I forgot which one.”
“You did what?” Dinah asked, currently the adult (the others hardly counted and Alfred couldn’t handle the chaos of Wayne/Queen functions so he spent most of his time in the kitchen cooking, reading and/or drinking tea and only came out when he was needed).
“The way this is going, I hope it’s mine,” Stephanie mumbled. Roy knocked back the closest drink, hoping it was the one that was poisoned.
“You’re very sad,” Jason said to his boyfriend.
“You can’t say shit, Todd,” Roy snapped. Jason made a face, to which Roy responded by grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him in, kissing him. Jason shut up, leaning into the kiss while multiple people turned and fake gagged. Oliver and Bruce were both blissfully unaware. Dinah was pretending she didn't see anything. They'd tell her when they were ready for her to know.
“Gross,” Tim shuddered.
“Oi.” Dick broke off a piece of bread and threw it over the table at Jason and Roy. They separated when it hit them. “Knock it off.” Jason poked his tongue out at Dick but did sit back in his seat.
✩ ✩
After dinner the two families migrated into one of the sitting rooms. Dick and Roy were separated when the alcohol in their systems started to make them argue with each other whenever they opened their mouths. They had to sit on either side of the couch all of the kids were piled onto. Jason was sitting so close to Roy he was practically on his lap, but Jason wasn’t that drunk- yet. He had his glass of whatever alcohol Tim had filled it with in his hand and was taking sips from Roy’s beer. At this rate, he was bound to get drunk very quickly. He was already tipsy from the amount he’d had at dinner because being around Ollie and Brucie was tiring and annoying.
The first game they decided to play was charades. Everyone was put into pairs. The first pair to play was Bruce and Oliver. Bruce stood up, grabbed a card from the pile in Dinah’s hand and read it. “Hn. Oddly specific but okay.” He put the card down and turned towards Oliver. Then all he did was smile.
“OH, I GOT IT!” Oliver yelled. He snapped his fingers and then pointed at Bruce. “SOMEONE PRETENDING TO BE MENTALLY STABLE!”
“Yes!” Bruce walked over and high-fived Oliver.
Jason scoffed. “And these fuckers are supposed to be the parents.”
Roy sighed before downing a shot that had been passed to him secretly. Bruce, Oliver and Dinah were all unaware that the kids got shitfaced whenever they had family game nights. If they did then they’d hide and lock away all of the alcohol. What a nightmare that would be. “I hate it here,” Roy said, his throat burning.
Damian scrunched up his face as he watched Oliver smack a kiss to Bruce’s cheek. “Agreed.”
✩ ✩
The game went on and it got to the point that Tim accused Bruce and Oliver of cheating by using some sort of mind reading. Oliver denied the claim heavily while Bruce dodged having to actually answer. After that was Monopoly which ended with fraud, money laundering, Oliver with a split lip, Dick somehow in crippling debt (it was Jason’s fault), and Tim being the richest sitting atop a pile of pillows with an almost empty bottle of wine in his hand.
They drank a lot that night. So much so that Bruce noticed them sluggish and put them all to bed in Dick’s room. That was a mistake because Dick had perfected a route out of his bedroom window and they all snuck out in their vigilante gear. Jason and Tim were giggling to each other as Tim messaged (with horrendous spelling) to Kon and Bernard. Damian was complaining how this was unfair and he wanted some of the tequila Dick was drinking straight from the bottle. Roy was laughing his ass off as Stephanie was throwing up while Cassandra (who hadn’t drunk at all) held her hair back. Duke was using his light persuasion abilities to draw words that made no sense into the dark night.
Kon arrived shortly after finally being told why Tim was drunk texting him, Jon following behind him. After Damian spotted his best friend, he parted from Dick and started complaining about Dick and how he wouldn’t give Damian any alcohol. Jon waited for Damian to finish his speech before explaining that it was probably a good thing that he wasn’t being given alcohol. Damian scowled and removed Jon from being his best friend. That made Jon start to cry which made Damian take it back.
“Alright, first things first,” Kon said with his hands on his hips. He was in his Superboy suit, much like Jon was. He held out his hand. “Phones. All of them.”
“But Kon-” Tim whined but Kon wasn’t having any of them being stupid with their phones. Using his superspeed, Kon took all of the phones from the bats and put them somewhere safe (in Bernard and Tim’s apartment but he wasn’t about to tell them that). Tim continued to whine but after being pulled into his boyfriend’s embrace, he wasn’t as upset.
They remembered very little after that.
[ THE MORNING AFTER ]
Jason stared blankly forward. “Why... Why is my underwear in the freezer?”
Dick looked up from his bowl of cereal, sunglasses on his face (he was matching with Tim. Neither of them coped with light very well whilst hungover). “What?”
Kon hummed from where he had Tim in his lap. He was running his fingers through Tim’s hair while he was doing something on his phone. Since kryptonians (even half-kryptonians) couldn’t get drunk, he had been looking after everyone. Jon too, though he was mostly just looking after Damian who had stolen some of Jason’s beer when he wasn’t looking (Jason was looking, he just wasn’t going to stop him) and got a bit tipsy to the point where he had no self control. Jon and Damian were cuddling on the couch that they’d dragged into the kitchen next to Kon and Tim. Damian hadn’t drunk enough to be hungover but he wasn’t going to turn down Jon’s cuddles, not that he would ever say that out loud.
“Last night you said, "this is going to confuse myself so much tomorrow",” Kon told Jason. “Apparently drunk you likes to play pranks on hungover you.”
Jason continued to stare for another moment. “Fuck that explains so much.”
Kon raised his eyebrows. “Should I ask?” Jason shook his head and closed the freezer.
Tim snorted, to which almost everyone winced and told him to shut up. “Sorry,” he said, despite not meaning it one bit. “But, uh, I think you should all check twitter.” Kon furrowed his eyebrows and pulled out his phone. He had gotten the others theirs when Tim had asked for his about an hour ago when he woke up. Everyone who was awake (not Duke and Stephanie) got out their phones and checked twitter.
Nightwing's so hot@flyinggrayson 1:26am
when people give me compliments I feel like a vending machine trying to accept a wrinkly dollar and it's just frustrating for everyone involved
| Nightwing's so hot @flyinggrayson 10:28am
Replying to @flyinggrayson:
when did I post this?
| Kon!@connerinthecorner 10:30am
Replying to @flyinggrayson:
you had your phone for like four seconds last night, how DID you post this?
| Nightwing’s so hot@flyinggrayson 10:31am
Replying to @connerinthecorner:
I have no idea.
“Oh no,” Jason said, covering his mouth. He looked over at Kon. “How many of my phones did you take?”
Kon furrowed his eyebrows. “One, why?”
Jason facepalmed, dragging his hand down his face. “Oh no. Kon, I have one for an alias of mine that’s a photographer that I keep with my Red Hood suit.”
“Your photography account where you post pictures of Red Hood’s ass?” Damian asked.
Jason narrowed his eyes. “Hey, it’s not just pictures of his ass.”
“Your ass, dude,” Wally said and when did he get there?
Tim then snorted, causing multiple people to tell him to shush. “Sorry, it’s just that I saw why Jason asked.” He got multiple confused looks. “Hold on, I’ll share his photography account with you guys.” Tim sent a link to Jason’s photography twitter to the Batkids group chat. Damian let Jon see from his screen, Dick let Wally type it in and Kon took it from Tim’s phone. Roy already had Jason’s photography account so he opened it before the others had and slapped his hand over his mouth to stop from laughing. None of their pounding headaches would like it very much if he did laugh.
Jaylad @redhoodsphotographer 12:12am
[IMG#82: A poor quality photo of Red Robin tightroping across a gap between buildings in downtown Gotham with Robin sitting on his shoulders. Nightwing can be seen cheering in the background.]
Jaylad@redhoodsphotographer 12:24am
[VID#28: Unstable footage of Spoiler with her arm thrown around Red Robin's shoulders. Spoiler opens her mouth and starts singing. “What'd she do to get you off?”
“Taking down her hair like, oh my god,” Red Robin continues, singing too.
Spoiler lets go of Red Robin to dramatically pretend to take off her shirt. “Taking off your shirt, I did that once.”
Red Robin glances off to the side. “Or twice, uh.”
“No, I know, I know I'll fuck off,” Spoiler sings.
“But I think I like her, she's so fun,” Red Robin giggles halfway through his sentence, obviously drunk.
Spoiler grabs Red Robin’s shoulders and shakes him slightly as they both sing at the top of their lungs, “Wait, I think I hate her, I'm not that evolved! I'm sorry she's missing it, sad, sad boy! Not my business, but I had to warn ya!”
“Ooh, bet you're thinking, "She's so cooool"!” Red Robin yells, not even singing anymore.
“Kicking back on your couch, making eyes from across the rooooom! Wait, I think I've been there tooooo! Ooh, you've got me thinkin’, "She's so cooool"! But I know what I know and you're just another duuuude!”
Spoiler dramatically throws an arm around Red Robin’s shoulders, leaning into his side and pressing the back of her hand against her forehead as they both sing, “Ooh, that's so trueeeeee!”
Red Hood, who is holding the camera, turns it to face himself but moves so Red Robin and Spoiler can still be seen behind him. He joins the singing, the three of them screaming the lyrics. “Made it out alive, but I think I lost it! Said that I was fine, said it from the coffin! Remember how I died when you started walking?! That's my life, that's my life! I'll put up a fight, taking out my earrings! Don't you know the vibe? Don't you know the feeling? You should spend the night, catch me on your ceiling! That's your prize, that's your prize!”]
Jaylad@redhoodsphotographer 12:45am
guys did you know that red hood has the best ass ever? ITS EVEN BETTER IN REAL LIFE 😱
Jaylad @ redhoodsphotographer 1:01am
[IMG#173: A photo of Red Robin bent over, throwing up, with Superboy (Kon) next to him, rubbing his back. Robin and Superboy (Jon) are seen at the edge of the frame playing with some kind of equipment. Red Hood is standing next to Red Robin and Superboy, trying to get on Nightwing's shoulders. Spoiler is standing next to them to aid Red Hood as he tries to climb his brother.]
Jaylad@redhoodsphotographer 1:17am
GUYS I THINK ROBIN DIED SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE
🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨
| Jaylad@redhoodsphotographer 1:23am
Replying to @redhoodsphotographer:
wait nvm. false alarm people. we're good 👍
[IMG#207: An image of Robin giving a thumbs up, hair tousled, side-smile and suit dirty. Superboy (Jon) is fretting over him.]
Jaylad@redhoodsphotographer 1:46am
[VID#87: The environment is too dark to see anything but there's the flicker of shadows every now-and-again.
“How fucked are we right now on a scale of 1 to cookie nabbing?” Red Hood whispers rather loudly.
There is silence for a moment. “Why is your bad thing stealing cookies?” Red Robin asks, also whispering louder than whispering should be.
“Because stealing is wrong, babybird,” Red Hood whispers.
“You have literally killed people, what are you-” Red Robin starts to speak but Spoiler’s gasp cuts him off. Both Red Hood and Red Robin shush her.
“Sorry but we should totally call Catwoman,” Spoiler whispers.
Red Hood gasps but it’s quieter than Spoiler’s. “Yes. Absolutely. We need to get her here immediately.” There’s a distant ringing sound.
“What are you guys-” Robin’s voice is loud compared to the whispering that had previously been going on. Spoiler, Red Robin and Red Hood ‘shh’ him rather violently. There's rustling as Robin presumably gets pulled over to the rest.
“Hello?” comes a distant sounding voice that’s unmistakably Catwoman.
“Hi Mama,” Spoiler whispers. “Wanna hang out with us?”
“We miss you,” Red Robin whispers.
“Aw, kitten. I miss you too,” Catwoman says. “But what’s goin’ on? Where’s Bat?”
“Okay so we got so fuck-face drunk at family game night,” Red Hood explains. “And then while B was distracted we snuck out and have been out on the town so fucking drunk. Arsenal then proposed a game of tag so RR, Spoiler and I are hiding from N who's it. We just kidnapped Robin too. Wanna come hang out?”
“Sure, kitten. Sounds like you're having such a good time but could probably use a chaperone.”
Spoiler giggles. “You sound like Superboy. He and the baby supes came to make sure we didn't die or kill each other or something.”
“How many of you are out there?”
“Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Arsenal, Spoiler, Orphan, both Superboys, Signal and I,” Robin whispers.
“Oh and Red Hood's personal photographer,” Spoilers says. “Oo, and Oracle’s watching over us.”
“We’re pretty sure she’s helping Nightwing cheat,” Red Robin whispers solemnly. “It’s because she’s taking pity on him. He wanted to invite Flash but he wasn't answering his phone.”
“Okay, I'll be there soon- Wait did you guys kidnap someone?”
There’s a long pause. “Um-” Spoiler starts.
“Does it count as kidnapping if it was totally consensual?” Red hood asks.
“I don’t think it should-” Red Robin starts but then they all get quiet. A small blue light spreads across the screen and Red Hood can be seen crouching behind some crates with one hand over Red Robin’s mouth, the other holding the phone.
“DADDY'S HOME!” Nightwing yells. There’s the electric zap of his escrima sticks.
There are multiple screams as Red Hood scrambles to his feet.
“GO GO GO GO GO GO!” Spoiler yells, phone still clutched in her hand, the call to Catwoman still going.
“FUCK YOU GUYS, EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!” Red Hood screams. The footage blurs as Red Hood runs. Nightwing's laugh is the last thing to be heard before the video cuts off.]
Jaylad@redhoodsphotographer 1:59am
catwomans so cool
[IMG#237: A photo taken on a Gotham rooftop. Nightwing is lying on his back on the ground starfish style in a pool of water, completely soaked. Flash is standing next to him, his head tipped back in laughter and clutching his stomach. The edges of him are a bit blurry and sparked with yellow lightning from dodging the water. Catwoman is just to the side, small balloon in hand (most likely a water balloon).]
Jaylad@redhoodsphotographer 2:11am
[VID#102: The camera is shaky but Red Hood is in frame, cackling while leaning on Signal who is covering his mouth to try and hide his laughter. Robin is standing next to them looking like a wet cat, pouting and crossing his arms, hair flopping into his face. Superboy (Jon) flies over to check on Robin who then pulls Superboy forward and wraps his arms around him so he gets soaked as well. Superboy makes a grossed out sound but doesn't try to pull away from him.]
Jaylad @redhoodsphotographer 2:34am
phones boutta die :( BUT I HAVE A DUTY SO LET ME PRESENT YOU THE HOLY GRAIL YOU'RE WELCOME
[IMG#278: An image of what is unmistakably Red Hood's ass. Perfectly clear, amazing quality and angle. You can just make out Nightwing, Robin, Spoiler and Red Robin in the background leaning on each other whilst gagging.]
Jason covered his mouth. “Oh my god.”
“What’s with all the noise?” Stephanie groaned, hiding under the blanket she was sharing with Cassandra. Cassandra pet her hair and showed Stephanie her phone whilst explaining what was going on.
“Ooo, B’s gonna be so mad when he finds out,” Tim mused. He laughed. “Oh we are all so dead.”
“Well into the cookie stealing end of the scale,” Stephanie said solemnly.
Jason ignored them and looked around the room for his photography phone. He found it where he thought he would; on the counter charging. He walked over to it and opened twitter. Roy came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend to watch what Jason was doing over his shoulder.
Jaylad@redhoodsphotographer 10:42am
I don't even know what to say at this point. I do not remember much from last night but I remember it was fun as fuck and I was SO drunk. I think I saw Catwoman dropkick Robin, imma be so real.
| Robin@batmansrobin 10:44am
Replying to @redhoodsphotographer:
Wait. @catwoman ?
| Kitty @catwoman 10:48am
Replying to @batmansrobin:
... you asked me to.
| Spoiler alert!@SPOILER 10:50am
Replying to @catwoman:
oh my god I have a video
[VID#483: The footage is shaky but clear. The location appears to be somewhere near Gotham Harbour on the outskirts of the city. Catwoman is standing on a rooftop. Nightwing, Spoiler, Red Hood, Red Robin and Signal are all sitting in a line to the side of Catwoman with notebooks. There’s a man with blonde hair that has his head in Red Robin’s lap. He’s wearing a black hoodie and blue jeans. His face is obscured but he fits the description people have of Red Hood’s photographer.
“Alright kittens, listen up.” Catwoman puts her hands on Robin's shoulders, who is standing in front of her. “This is how you properly dropkick someone. Make sure you take notes.” She grabs Robin effortlessly, twisting, then chucks him up. When he comes back down she kicks him right in the stomach. He then goes flying all the way into the harbour with a splash. Catwoman turns to her audience who scribble down notes before they all clap, showering her with praise. She takes a bow.
Robin walks into the frame and looks out at the water. “So are we just going to leave the training dummy in the harbour?”
The phone turns to focus on the harbour. Catwoman, who’s at the edge of the frame now, shrugs. It’s only her, the harbour and Robin that can be seen. “I'm sure Bat won't mind,” she says.
“If he's gonna miss anything it'll be the suit,” Signal says, voice a bit slurred from the alcohol.
There’s silence for a moment. “Why didn't you just take the suit off before kicking the dummy into the water?” Flash asks from out of the frame.
The camera turns back to the others. Red Robin, Nightwing, Signal, Red Hood, Robin, Spoiler, Orphan and Catwoman all look at each other.
“No one tell Batman,” Red Robin says, his fingers carding through the hair of the man in his lap.]
| Red Robin @birdyflyfly 10:55am
Replying to @SPOILER:
at least she didn't actually drop kick him right?
| Nightwing @hottestvigilante 10:56am
Replying to @birdyflyfly:
I remember holding a funeral for the dummy. I remember crying. oh my god why did anyone let us drink that much?
Arsenal @arsenalofweapons 10:56am
my head hurts so bad.
| Jaylad@redhoodsphotographer 10:59am
Replying to @arsenalofweapons:
[IMG#236: Nightwing is mid-leap towards Arsenal who is mid-scream, both of them blurry with motion.]
[IMG#237: Arsenal is on the floor, Nightwing on top of him with his hands over his own mouth. Arsenal has a gash on his head that's slowly dripping blood onto the concrete. Red Hood has his guns out and is being held back by Flash and Orphan.]
| Red Hood@theredhood 11:03am
Replying to @redhoodsphotographer:
@hottestvigilante I hate you btw. don't come near me for 7-8 business days or I will shoot you. that is a threat.
“RICHARD JOHN GRAYSON!” Bruce screamed from somewhere in the house. All of the hungover children winced, though Dick winced the most, sinking down in his chair, spooning cereal into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Dick mumbled around a mouth full.
“At least it’s just you,” Tim teased. “Big brother had been a bad influence-”
“JASON PETER TODD!”
“Oh you just had to say something,” Jason said, throwing up his hands in exasperation. Tim shrugged though there were still remnants of a wince in his features from his shared pounding headache.
“TIMOTHY JACKSON DRAKE!”
“Ohhh, fuuuck,” Tim hissed as he sunk further into Kon’s arms.
“DAMIAN THOMAS WAYNE!”
Damian just sighed, accepting his fate. Jon gave his shoulder a squeeze since he still had his arms around his best friend.
“STEPHANIE-” The yell cut off and Stephanie snorted.
“He doesn’t know my middle name.”
Dick’s eyebrows furrowed together. “What is your middle name?” Stephanie just shrugged and, yeah, that was fair. Bruce came barging into the room and glared at everyone inside it.
Dick gave a nervous smile. “Good morning, Dad.”
Bruce shook his head. “No no, you can’t get out of this by calling me Dad.” Dick frowned and Bruce ran a hand through his hair. “What were you all thinking?!” He looked at them all. “Going out last night when you were obviously drunk. You could’ve gotten yourselves killed being that reckless or you could’ve had your identities found out- your secret identities- not to mention the fact Jason was documenting it all!”
"It's not like we posted all the photoes," Tim mumbled.
Jason scoffed. “Calm down, B.” Bruce rounded on him with his Batglare™ but Jason didn’t waver. “It’s not like we had our masks off at all last night and we were careful. Selina and Barb were looking after us. No one even tried to come up to us.” Bruce’s glare lessened just a little bit. “After Tim kicked a criminal so hard in the dick he had to go to the emergency room because he wouldn’t leave us alone.” Bruce made a sound of surprise before spinning to pin a glare on Tim. Tim was facing Jason and he could feel the glare despite Tim’s sunglasses (pretty sure they were actually Kon’s). Jason poked his tongue out at Tim.
Tim sighed. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s not like he didn’t deserve it,” Tim said. He looked at Bruce and leaned back into Kon who wrapped his arms protectively around his boyfriend. “I knew what I was doing and so did he.”
“He fucked around and found out,” Damian supplied.
Bruce made an indignant noise. “You are thirteen, Damian.” He looked at the rest of the people. Duke was still out cold. He had the most to drink out of everybody because he didn’t have someone breathing over his shoulder the whole night. “What were you thinking taking Damian with you?”
“I wanted to go,” Damian said firmly. “They did not make me do anything, Father. I chose to go of my own volition to which Jon was then roped in.” Damian leaned more against Jon, one arm thrown around his torso. “Do not fault them for something I chose to do.” Bruce went to open his mouth but Damian wasn’t finished. “There was no alcohol in my system at that point and I could have left any time I pleased. I was not tricked into staying by my siblings nor their companions nor my own. I made a choice and deserve to be held accountable for it.”
Bruce’s shoulders sagged. He ran a hand through his hair and he seemed more tired than angry. “It was so reckless,” he said.
Dick shrugged. “We were careful, B. Jason used Bernard’s general appearance for his photography alias ages ago- with his permission- and Bernard was with us for most of the night- I think.” Dick looked at Kon who nodded.
“Yeah. He was with us for most of it.” Kon rested his chin on Tim’s head. “He took a lot of the photos.” Kon turned to Bruce, weirdly confident around Bruce despite not being a bat. “Bernard was fully aware of what he was doing. He hadn’t been drinking and he was aware of the risks. He knew what he was getting into when he agreed to be the muse for one of Jason’s aliases.”
“We aren’t stupid,” Jason said. He leaned back into Roy for comfort. Roy pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. Jason had his hands over Roy’s arms, which were around his waist. “Even drunk off our tits, we knew there was a chance someone could see us so we planted Bernard in places he could be seen but not recognised.”
Bruce looked between all of his kids before sighing heavily. “Okay.”
His kids looked between each other. “Okay?” Tim asked. “Like, that’s it?”
Bruce nodded. “Yes.” He took in the doubtful looks he was getting. “I do trust you all,” he said. “I just worry. You know this. Just- don’t ever do it again.” Everyone in the room nodded, not wanting to take away their out. Besides, they were all still very hungover and the thumping from Bruce’s yelling still hadn’t receded yet.
“Next time we’ll stay inside the manor,” Dick promised. His siblings along with Jon, Kon, Wally and Roy all nodded in agreement.
Bruce nodded back shortly. “Good.” He then paused before turning to Damian. “What do you mean you didn’t have any alcohol in your system at that point?”
Damian pursed his lips. “You know, I do believe I have somewhere to be-”
“Yeah I think I should go too,” Dick said, scrambling from his chair. The others also babbled on excuses while Bruce tried to get the truth out of someone.
Barbara, who Cassandra had facetimed, was watching the scene unfold. She laughed. “Oh, they are all such idiots.”
Cassandra hummed. “Maybe. But we love.”
Barbara sighed as Cassandra flipped the camera so she and Stephanie could be seen. Stephanie had her head resting on Cassandra’s shoulder. They were both sitting against the wall. Duke had his head in Stephanie’s lap. “We do love them,” Barbara said. She winced at the sound of Dick’s bowl being knocked onto the floor and smashing. Stephanie, Cassandra and Barbara then started laughing as everyone continued to run around the kitchen, trying to escape Bruce. They weren’t the only ones laughing.