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It has been almost six months since Nightwing joined the Justice League. He fit into his piece of the puzzle perfectly. Everyone got along with the guy. Barry said he had met him a few times before through his nephew. Cyborg had known Nightwing for years through the Teen Titans. Superman acted almost parental towards the young hero. 

Even heroes who had just met Nightwing couldn’t find anything wrong with him. Hal and Oliver love that he’s willing to join in on their pranks. He is often found just lounging in a common area chatting with Dinah. He plays video games with Captain Marvel and Aquaman. The only person who ever seemed to have any type of negative energy towards Nightwing is Batman. 

But, that’s Batman, so it hardly counts. Batman tolerates everyone in the Justice League at best. He still doesn’t tolerate Hal very often, defaulting to John for Green Lantern needs. No one ever put any thought into Batman’s avoidance of the newest hero.

Trying to figure out tall, dark, and brooding’s logic would just make anyone want to smack their head into the table. The two heroes tolerate each other and can work together when necessary. Why worry about something that does need to be addressed?

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Batman starts to close out of the files on his tablet at the end of the meeting. He covered all of the key details he needed to, mainly reminding everyone of the new training rhetoric that they were going to start implementing next week. It will focus on keeping property damage to a minimum. Truthfully, the regime is Nightwing’s that he has used with previous Titans. Though, Cyborg would be the only one to know that.

Batman sets down the tablet and waits for Diana to finish her announcements. Diana has been focusing on team bonding and comradery lately. Without her, the Justice League would have never worked so smoothly. Diana is able to get every pig-headed hero to work together and relax around one another. She has at least one activity planned a month, usually a game night and a team dinner. 

“It’s getting close to the end of May. As all of you that have been here for a while know,” Diana begins speaking clearly from her chair, not needing to raise her voice or her body to have every member's attention, “it is time for our annual family gathering.” 

Squeezing his tablet, Batman passes a glance over to Nightwing, who sits up a little straighter. Nightwing leans forward in excitement.

“You guys have a family day?” Nightwing asks, a smile plastered on his face.

Diana looks over to Nightwing and smiles. “That’s right. We have one every year. We’ve had one for five years now. This year will be our sixth. It’s a day for us to meet each other’s loved ones. There is usually food and games. Last year there was a kickball tournament. This year, I am planning on having a volleyball match.” 

Tilting his head slightly to the side, Nightwing asks, “So who all is invited?”

“Typically, it is family members. Flash usually brings his wife, kids, and nephew. I always bring my sister. Some of us bring their protegees or close friends. It’s those in your life who you trust with everything. We’ll trust them too.”

Nightwing’s smile widens. Batman can see the wickedness leaking into the smile. “Does everyone usually go?”

Diana nods, “Typically yes. Almost every leaguer will be there. It goes throughout the day, and we end up at shifts there in a way, so that we are still patrolling, but ensuring we can still all interact. Batman is the only one who has never made an appearance.”

Turning to look at Batman, Nightwing leans forward to get a better view of the man. “Really? You don’t say.” Nightwing smiles sweetly. “And why is that Batman?”

Batman glares at Nightwing. The two stare at each other for several tense seconds. Nightwing is holding back a smirk. “Don’t you have a family you’d like to meet everyone?”

Superman puts up a hand and starts to cut off Nightwing. “Now, Nightwing-”

“Wouldn’t they like to meet the league?” Nightwing questions, cutting off Superman. 

“No.” Batman deadpans. Pushing back from the table, Batman stands and turns away. 

“You sure about that?” Nightwing practically taunts. Batman freezes and looks over his shoulder at Nightwing, silently challenging the younger man. Batman notices a subtle movement and his eyes flicker to a phone in Nightwing’s hand. 

Batman turns back to Nightwing and takes a step forward. “Nightwing.”

 Jumping out of his chair, Nightwing flips backwards to be positioned behind the chair. The rest of the leaguers watch the two in a stand-off. 

“Wally will be there.” Barry suddenly cuts in. The Flash doesn’t bother looking up like the rest of the league and watch the two heroes have a power of wills. Barry keeps scrolling through his phone. “You can just go and hang out with Wally.” For a moment, Bruce thinks he might actually begin to like Barry. “You don’t need the others there.”

“Others?” Hal asks. 

Never mind. Barry is an idiot, and Bruce is going to make sure he knows it. 

Barry looks up from his phone and looks at Hal, realization dawning on his face as Barry takes in the rest of the league sitting around him, not just the bat family. “Um, the old Titans?”

Oliver raises an eyebrow at Barry. “You’re a horrible liar.”

Suddenly, a batarang flies across the air and hits Nightwings phone out of his hand.

Several leaguers gasp. Nightwing gapes at his phone as it flies behind him, smashing into the ground. 

He turns and points an accusing finger at Batman. “You’re buying me a new phone.”

“You thought I was distracted by Barry.” Batman retorts.

“You were.” Nightwing smirks. 

“No.” Batman breathes, horror sinking into his bones. 

Nightwing smiles widely. “Yes.”

“You’re unleashing a monster that I’ve been trying to keep contained for years.”

Nightwing rolls his eyes. “You’re acting like I’d let Goliath go to the gathering. You had to have known that this would happen once I joined the League.”

“Who did you message?” Batman demands, stalking forward to Nightwing. The rest of the Leaguers stand, most trying to decipher what is going on. Batman is hoping that Damian got the text. At least he won’t immediately see it and spread it to the rest of the family. 

“Double R.” Nightwing grins. Nightwing steps up, closing the space between him and Batman. “You’ve lost, old man.”

“No, I haven’t.” Batman takes a step back. His hand slides subtly to his batarangs. “It’s the third Thursday of May.” 

“Fuck!” Nightwing yells, darting forward. He reaches out for Batman, only for his arm to be blocked. The family has a sporadic seeming schedule where they make sure Tim crashes and gets some sleep. Which means Tim is on his mandated nap time. AKA, Alfred puts sleeping medicine in his tea. Meaning, he won’t see the text to spread to the rest of the family. 

Batman throws a batarang at Nightwing, who flips out of the way. 

“Should we step in?” Arthur asks, looking around to the other leaguers. 

“No.” Barry and Clark answer at the same time. Barry is still sitting in his chair, scrolling on his phone again. Clark is watching the fight intently, but sits back in his own chair. The Leaguers look at Batman and Nightwing and then at each other before they, too, wearily sit back into their chairs. 

Nightwing flips onto the table, startling Hal. “Fucking shit!”

“I have the high ground!” Nightwing bellows. He towers over Batman. 

Batman pinches the bridge of his nose. “Every time you get into a Star Wars fixation, you do this. You do not have the high ground.”

Nightwing does a flourish with his hand and a phone is suddenly in it. 

A quiet hushed voice is heard, “Did you know he could do magic?”

Batman’s hand flies to his side, feeling in his pockets. 

Nightwing flips over the table, leaving the large space between him and Batman. He starts typing into the phone. “You know, you should really readjust where you have everything in your pockets. Your phone has been in the same pocket for fifteen years.”

Ducking behind a chair, dodging Batman, Nightwing continues. “I mean, I know none of the others have taken the time to actually figure out your utility belt arrangement. But, for sure, Harley has. You need to change it.”

Jumping behind Barry’s chair, Nightwing spins Barry and pushes him out of the chair. “Fight Barry for a second, while I finish this up.”

“Nope.” Barry puts his hands up, looking at the glaring Batman. His face pulls down into a frown. “Nightwing, I’m not fighting Batman.”

“ Baby ,” Nightwing hisses, coming up from behind the chair. “This is why Iris is my favorite.”

Sighing, Nightwing throws the phone back to Batman, who catches it easily. “There. Happy?”

Nightwing crosses his arms and pouts. Batman taps his phone a few times. “You texted Oracle!”

Nightwing drops his arms and smiles, “Yeah, I texted Oracle.” He shrugs. “I’d say I’m sorry B, but I’m not. We all used to understand why you kept us away from the league, but we all have our own teams now. We don’t need protection from the League.” Solemnly, Nightwing walks over to Batman. Everyone holds their breath waiting. Nightwing puts his hand on Batman’s shoulder and this is it. This is the moment Batman is going to cut off his arm. “You're protecting something that doesn’t need it. Let us be a part of your life.”

Batman drops his hand with his phone and his other hand reaches up to grab Nightwing’s arm. Batman and Nightwing share a look. Nightwing smiles shyly. 

Batman sighs and Nightwing drops his arm.

“Fine.” Batman turns and looks at the league. All of the heroes are staring at Nightwing and Batman. Most of them have a look of sheer confusion at the two heroes who just had the strangest fight, with zero context or warning. Batman tiredly glances at Diana. “My family and I will be at this year's gathering.”

Nightwing pumps his hand in the air. “Yes!”

“Wonderful,” Diana grins. “I’ll put you down for ten, right?”

Nightwing nods excitedly from behind Batman. 

“Spooky has kids?”

“Batman has a family of ten people?”

“Why does Nightwing know any of this or care?”

“Oh, that one I’ll answer,” Nightwing says gladly, as Batman starts to walk out of the room. Nightwing gives a bow with a flourish. “I’m Batman’s oldest son.”

“Nightwing, let’s go.” Batman demands from the doorway. 

Nightwing rolls his eyes and stage whispers. “He’s a softy.”

Batman grunts.

Practically skipping over, Nightwing joins Batman as he starts to walk away. “You’re buying me a new phone though.”

Batman grunts again. 

“Don’t be like that, you’re the one who broke it.” Nightwing grumbles as the door closes behind the pair. 

“What the actual fuck.”

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“So,” Oliver starts, looking around the field near Clark’s farm. Several other heroes and families are gathered around the area. Oliver is standing near Hal and his girlfriend Carol. Most of the other families are here or have made an appearance at this point. Hal raises an eyebrow at Oliver as he starts speaking, “You seen any bats yet?”

Hal shrugs looking around. Dinah, Roy, Lian, and Roy’s boyfriend Todd are grabbing some food from the barbeque. Playing a game of soccer is Barry, Wally, Wally’s boyfriend Dick- how Wally managed to bag a son of a billionaire, no one knows- Dick’s little brother Damian, who is scowling at the other three playing, while Superman’s son Jon, pulls on his arm trying to get him to play. Near them, talking under a tree, is Tim Drake-Wayne, who apparently met Kon through Clark’s numerous interviews of the Waynes’. Standing with Tim is Kon, Bart, and Cassie.

Turning slightly, Hal can see Bruce Wayne himself talking with Clark. Which Oliver and Hal were both confused about, but apparently if all of his kids are going to be making an appearance at a superhero function, he will too. He does also fund the league, so it makes sense for him to be invited regardless of his kids’ friends. Bruce Wayne’s kids Duke, Cassandra, and Stephanie are all standing behind him, whispering to one another. 

Poor kids. They probably feel so overwhelmed with all of these heroes all around them. 

Spinning all the way around, Hal sees Arthur talking to Diana, Kaldur, Garth, Donna, and Mari. There’s a few other heroes spread out. No Batman in sight though. It’s already 3pm, well into the day's activities, and still no bat sightings.

“Who is Roy’s boyfriends?” Hal asks Oliver once they still can’t find any bats. Oliver turns to look at his family, smiling at Dinah as she helps Lian into a chair. 

“His name’s Todd Peters. Roy is pretty typed lipped about how they met,” Oliver sighs, “I think it was from a time in his life that he is not too fond of regaling. But, he’s a nice guy, even if he’s a little rough around the edges, and he’s amazing with Lian.”

Hal squints at Todd, cocking his head. “He just looks familiar, like I’ve seen him before.”

“Yeah, I feel that way, too. He reminds me of someone, I’m just not sure who.”

Carol looks between the two men. Putting her hands on her hips, she shakes her head, “You know that you two could go and talk to everyone instead of trying to make conspiracies over to the side?”

“But-” Hal starts, being cut off as Carol raises an eyebrow at him. Hal hangs his head. He and Oliver follow Carol over towards the tables of food. Making their own plates, the three join Oliver’s family at the table. 

They make small talk for a few minutes before Todd leans back in his chair and yells, “Yo, Dickface, come eat food before it gets cold, and I have to hear you complain.”

Dick stops the soccer ball with his feet and turns to Jason, flipping him off. Nevertheless, Dick runs over to Damian and hefts the kid over his shoulder, kicking and screaming, towards the food.

Oliver stares at Todd and then looks back over at Dick. Oliver points his fork at Todd, which Dinah rolls her eyes at and pushes his hand down. “Do you two know each other?” 

Todd snorts, lifting a cup of lemonade. “Yeah, we know each other.”

“How do you two know each other?” Hal asks. He leans forward, taking a bite of a burger. Todd takes another drink of lemonade, looking like he’s debating on how to answer the questions. Before he gets the chance to share, Dick and Damian sit down, across from Todd, Wally zooming to sit on the other side of Dick. 

Todd tips his drink towards Dick and tilts his head towards Hal and Oliver, saying, “They want to know how we met.”

Dick purses his lips thinking. “They wanna know how we met?” Todd shrugs his shoulders. “Which time?” 

Todd shrugs again.

“Uh, how about the first time?” Hal asks wearily.

“He tried to steal some tires and got in trouble.” Dick states calmly, taking a bite of chips. 

“Who’s?” 

“Not your’s,” Damian replies for them, crossing his arms and staring down Hal. 

Slowly, Hal leans back, away from the table. “Intense kid,” he mutters.

“Where’s Barbie?” Todd asks Dick, ignoring Hal from elaborating the conversation further.

“Babs said she is staying home and having a quiet day in with Bette, since no one should be able to disrupt her.” Dick says with a look that says, what can you do.

“Who’s Babs?” Oliver asks.

“A family friend.” Dick responds, not elaborating past that. 

“You invited a family friend to a league event where you are guests in the first place?” Hal asks, looking shocked. What the fuck is wrong with rich people.

“We were invited,” Dick says slowly at Hal, looking slightly confused. 

Hal nods slowly, “Okay.”

There are several beats of awkward silence as everyone eats their food. Dick and Todd start to tap their fingers anxiously. Hal’s stomach ties in a knot, feeling bad about making them seem like they were meant to be here. Then Wally starts tapping in the silence, and Hal wants to get up and leave. 

As it's getting to a breaking point, Clark and Bruce and their group sit down at the table, laughing as they sit down. Bruce looks to his children fidgeting hands and then to Hal. And damn, the look that Bruce is giving Hal could rival Batman’s. 

Clark puts a hand on Bruce’s shoulder and after a moment longer of looking into Hal’s soul, Bruce sits down. Once he sits down, Bruce starts an easy conversation with his kids. Then he turns towards Todd and opens his mouth.

Before Bruce can even get a word out, Todd snaps, “Shut up, old man.”

Lian giggles next to Todd and whispers, “Yeah old man.”

Bruce gives an unimpressed look, “Really?”

Todd shrugs with a smile. “What can I say, I've taught her well.”

Lian smiles and leans onto the table, wide eyed, staring at Bruce, “My mom says that I can say every bad word that I want.”

Roy groans, dragging a hand down his face, muttering, “And this is why your mom doesn’t have full custody.”

Todd laughs whole heartedly, patting Roy on the back. “They’re just words, she can say whatever the fuck she wants,” then Todd turns to Lian and smiles, “And she knows the time and place to use those words to not get in trouble.”

Lian presses her lips together and nods, sitting back down in her seat. “I only say bad words to people that are being bastards and not at parties that grandpa Ollie takes me to.”

Todd lifts his hand for a high five.

“Really,” Bruce repeats himself, sounding tired. 

“I mean, Brucie, you don’t really have a say in how Todd and Roy raise Lian.” Oliver cuts in- even if Oliver also isn’t the biggest fan of the development. But, Oliver can’t miss a chance to mess with good ole Brucie. He grins at Bruce. “They can make the choices together without a random billionaire butting in.”

Bruce taps the table a few times and Dick leans his head down, hiding a grin. 

“Of course,” Bruce says placatingly. He smiles at Roy and Todd. “My apologies.”

“Oh, the dead rolled over in their graves,” Todd mutters, picking up his plate along with Roy’s and Lian’s, taking them to the trash. Bruce’s eyes follow him as he goes. Several leaguers' eyes dart between Bruce and Todd. 

Breaking yet again another tense moment of silence, Clark claps his hands together. “Who’s up to play a game of volleyball?”

“We’ll play,” Dick quickly chimes in, patting Damian and Wally’s back. 

Todd stands behind Roy and smiles, too many teeth showing to be kind. “We’ll play.”

“Nope.” Roy immediately states, shaking his head. He looks up at Todd. “I refuse to play any physical contact game with someone so competitive.”

Clark looks around the table, Oliver and Hal both agree to play as does Bruce after a strong look from Clark. 

Dick walks away to Tim and comes back with a few more players. The teams end up being Clark, Oliver, Dick, Damian, Wally, and Jon versus Bruce, Hal, Jason, Tim, Bart, and Kon.

They lay down some ground rules: no flying, no speeding, no super strength, no gadgets. After a coin toss, Bruce’s team was given the first serve. 

Hal smirks at Tim as he takes the ball to the back of a line that Clark burnt into the ground. “Don’t worry if you can’t hit the ball over the net kid. It’s a rough game to start.”

Tim smiles at Hal, “Gee thanks. Sure does make me feel better if I mess up.” Turning away from Hal, Tim drops the smile and rolls his eyes. Getting in place, Tim smirks and serves the ball, it easily sails over the net. 

Damian immediately lunges for it, yelling, “Mine!”

Wally sets the ball and Dick spikes it over, being blocked by Bruce. Clark dives for the ball, only to be blocked by Damian, who gets there first.

As the game starts to amp up, several others drag chairs over to watch, starting with Steph and Cass. Steph plops her chair down and puts her feet up on a cooler, Duke dragged over. 

“None of you wanted to play?” Roy asks, sitting down next to Cass. 

Cass shakes her head. Duke laughs on the other side of Steph. “I haven’t been in the family long, but it’s been long enough for me to know not to get in that particular dynamics way when they start their bullshit.

“Go Dick!” Steph cheers, earning Tim to flip her off. 

“You think Dick teams gonna win?” Roy asks, raising an eyebrow. 

Steph smirks, “You don’t?”

“How much you wanna bet?”

“Oh, this party just got so much better.” Steph says, getting out her- Tim’s- wallet.

As the bets get placed, a point is finally made. Hal screams mine and dives for the ball, but misses as it lands an inch away. Jason fumes as Tim rolls the ball over to the other side. The two sides continue for several minutes, neither making much room and when they do, someone from the bat family starts to get a higher temper. After twenty minutes and the game being at 2-2, Hal stands to the side, having spent the last five minutes not even being able to get near the ball before he’s blocked, looking through the net, Hal notices Oliver in a similar stance. Cocking his head to the sidelines, Oliver and Hal both make their ways over there, grabbing a drink, watching as neither team notices the lack of a team mate. 

Another five minutes pass before Wally and Bart both leave the game. 

“This is stupid,” Bart grumbles. “I’d get all of those points if we could use our speed.”

Wally pats his back as they move to stand behind Steph and Duke, “I know buddy.”

“How the fuck are the Wayne’s still going strong?” Mari asks as she makes her way over to the group. 

Steph cackles, “Built different in Gotham.”

Several leaguers look at Steph wearily before looking back to the game. Jon and Kon haven’t touched the ball in the last minute either and both of them are staring at their respective friends, before they too leave the game.

“Their game nights always end like this,” Jon mutters.

“Yup.” Kon says, looking unsurprised by the lack of involvement.

The game continues as Bruce and Clark eventually leave the game too. More so that Clark decides to leave the game and goes to the other side, dragging Bruce off of the field. 

“Can you wrangle your kids?” Clark practically hisses at Bruce. “They’re insane out there.”

Bruce gives Clark an unimpressed look. “You’re just a big baby. Now let’s get back in.”

Clark grabs Bruce’s shoulder and drags him to the side lines, pushing him into a chair by Cass. “Nope, we are not adding fuel to the fire, be the adult.”

“Dad.” Cass says with a smile. Bruce smiles back gently at Cass. Cass taps his shoulder, “Don’t pout. You did a good job.”

Back on the field, Damian and Dick are versing Tim and Jason.

Damian lunges for the ball, scrambling back up as Dick sets it for him. “You will die from humiliation today.”

Jason jumps up, blocking the ball. “Been there, done that demon brat.” Jason lands back on his feet. “After today’s smackdown, you’re gonna need a green bubble bath.”

“No green bubble baths,” Dick smirks, sending the ball over the net. “You are going to lose today, though.”

“Statistically speaking,” Tim starts, setting the ball, “You and Damian have the larger losing streak, usually because the little demon gets disqualified for stabbing.”

“Stabbing?” Arthur asks Bruce on the side. Bruce waves his hand away.

“And how long can you go before you tire, spleenless wonder?” Damian quips back.

“Ha!” Steph barks.

“Your stupid grandpa is the one who took it!” Tim retorts as Jason dives for the ball. 

“I just realized that you two both have crazy grandpas.” Jason says to Dick and Damian. 

“You just now realized this,” Dick sounds concerned as he sends the ball back over the net. 

Tim sets the ball for Jason. “I’ve never thought of it.”

Jason spikes the ball down and Dick dives to get it. He pops back up as the ball soars into the air. 

“You’ve taken one too many hits to the helmet!” 

And on the sidelines, the other heroes are looking concerned.

“Holy shit, they’ve been playing for 35 minutes now and the score is still two to two.” Hal states, shaking his head. He looks at the other heroes who look equally baffled. “I thought they were all civilians.”

“I know,” Oliver mutters, “These guys are crazier than Batman.”

“When do we finally cut the game off?” Clark asks Bruce, leaning over so everyone doesn’t hear them.

Bruce shrugs, “Usually when someone pulls out a weapon, which should happen soon.”

And like clockwork, the ball went back and forth a few more times before a small device started beeping and rolled across the net onto Dick and Damian’s side. Dick lunges over, grabbing Damian and rolling a few feet away. The ball hits the ground on their side as the device explodes, leaving a small one foot crater in the sand. 

Dick jumps up as Jason starts doing a ridiculous winning dance. “We won, you lost!”

Dick rushes under the net and tackles Jason to the ground. “You cheated. Using gadgets was against the rules. You forfeit.”

Jason sticks his tongue out and spits at Dick. Dick uses both of his hands to push Jason’s face into the sand. Jason’s hands scramble up to grab Dick’s arms as Dick lifts a finger to his own mouth and licks it. Jason grabs that hand as Dick tries to stick it in his ear.

“Knock it off, Dickface.” Jason yells.

“Admit I won!” Dick yells back. Then there is a moment of weightlessness as Dick feels the back of his shirt get grabbed. Clark is holding Dick up in the air with one hand and Jason up in the air with the other one. Dick and Jason both cross their arms as Clark holds them there, not letting them down. 

“Boys,” Clark starts. 

“He started it,” Dick cuts in. Jason sticks his tongue out again. 

Damian walks up in front of Jason and Dick. “I would like it to be noted that I am not the one who pulled a weapon out during this game.”

Beside him, Tim types something on his phone and pockets it. “It was noted.” Tim looks at Jason and shakes his head. “Technically, we lost because you wanted to blow something up.”

Jason smirks, “Is it really a loss then Timbo?”

“What the actual fuck is going on?” Oliver exclaims from a few feet away. “Why did you have a bomb, and why do you all act like it’s normal.”

“I mean, who hasn’t blown up a few things?” Tim asks. 

“Timothy is correct, Oliver. Most game nights end like this and a small explosive is the least of your concerns.” Damian states.

Oliver turns to Bruce, who is still seated in his chair, unbothered. “What the fuck have you taught these kids? They’ve always been so sweet at galas. And they somehow managed to get Roy’s boyfriend in on it.”

“Hey!” Todd calls out, hitting his own chest. “I came this way. And then I came back this way, don’t give him,” Todd points at Bruce, “the credit.”

Hal looks at Bruce and then to the four kids on the court. “Are they all yours? Even Todd?”

“Yes,” Bruce responds, finally standing and making his way over to his kids. “They are all mine. And up until some cheating took place, they were doing a marvelous job of playing volleyball together. Longest they’ve gone without a weapon being drawn.”

“Awe shucks, we try B.” Dick smirks, placing a pair of sunglasses on his face as the sun starts to set, glaring right onto the field. 

“That’s the longest your kids have ever gone without-” Arthur cuts himself off as he stares at Dick. He cocks his head, his eyebrows scrunched.“Nightwing?”

“Yes?” Dick asks, flashing a wide smile at the heroes.

“You’re Nightwing!” Oliver screeches, “but I thought you said that you and Batman shared a family, but your family is the Waynes and-” 

Oliver cuts himself off as he looks at Bruce and then holds a hand up, covering the top half of Bruce’s face. “Holy shit.”

Bruce smacks Oliver’s hand down. “You are all very unobservant.”

“You are all very secretive,” Hal retorts. He looks at all the kids in disbelief and then points around the entire group. “Are they all vigilantes?”

“Yup!” Steph calls out, running up to the group. She pats Dick’s arm, “He’s the oldest.”

“I was B’s first, the first kid, the first robin, and now Nightwing.” Dick shrugs his shoulders like it's no big deal. 

Jason throws a glance at Dick, who looks completely content staying a foot off the ground. Jason rolls his eyes and pats Clark hand on his back, finally being let down. “I was next. I was the second Robin, now I’m Red Hood.” Jason fixes his shirt and then stops for a second thinking and then adds, “Also, my name is actually Jason.”

“Isn’t the Red Hood a murderer?” Someone asks. 

At the same time Oliver gapes like a fish, “Jason died, I went to your funeral.”

“Meh,” Jason replies, moving to stand next to Roy.

“Batgirl.” Cass says, “Second oldest.”

“Debatable,” Jason mutters, leaning against Roy’s side. Cass throws a pitiful look at Jason.

There is a pause as everyone waits for another kid to speak. There is a smacking sound as Stephanie hits the back of Tim’s head. Tim rubs the back of his head and glares at Steph. “Ow,” Tim sighs, “Then there’s me, I was the third Robin, now I’m Red Robin.” 

“Stupid name,” Jason coughs into his arm.

“I’m next, the fourth robin, then the second batgirl, now just Spoiler.” Steph says with a grin. Stephanie moves over to Bruce and pats him on the shoulder. “Also, this big guy isn’t my dad. I’m not adopted. I just reap the benefits.”

“I am the blood son, the fifth and current Robin.” Damian states, rolling his eyes at Stephanie’s antics. He doesn’t add anything else to his statement and glares a signature bat glare at any hero who looks at him any longer. 

“And I’m Duke, a meta, I go by Signal. I’m currently being fostered by B.” Duke states, a little anxiously. He looks over at the rest of the family gathered on the field. “And, I’ve already learned that they’re nuts.”

Jason barks a laugh, “Understatement of the century.”

“So, my best friend growing up has been dressing as a furry for years,” Oliver starts and Bruce rolls his eyes, “And not only that, but your children also fight crime, one of them has died and came back, and you didn’t think to tell anyone in the last almost eight years.”

Bruce gives Oliver a deadpan look before he replies, “Mostly correct.”

“Mostly?” Oliver shakes his head. “What did I miss?”

“Most of us have died.” Damian deadpans from the side of Bruce. 

“What?” Arthur asks, stepping towards the group. “Who all has died?”

Cass, Steph, Dick, Jason, and Damian.

There is a long pause.

“How,” a voice barely squeaks. 

“Joker.” Jason shrugs.

“Black Mask,” Stephanie states.

“Lex,” Dick scowls.

“My clone,” Damian pointedly replies.

“Mom,” Cass says without elaborating.

“I guess I’m shocked more of you haven’t died, I guess.” Hal mutters.

“A part of me really wants some elaboration, but a more logical part of me knows that I shouldn’t touch any of that with a ten foot pole,” Oliver says, gesturing towards the entire family. He closes his eyes for a moment, feeling a headache forming, “Who all knew before today?”

As Oliver opens his eyes, he looks around seeing Clark and his kids with their hands raised, which okay, makes sense. Diana has her hand raised. And so does Barry, Bart, and Wally. And beside Oliver, Roy, Dinah, and Lian all raise their hands.

“Really, Dinah! You're my girlfriend. Why do you know and I don't?”

Dinah places a hand gently on Oliver’s shoulder. “I’m from Gotham. I’ve known for years.”

“Betrayal,” Hal mutters into Oliver’s ear, earning an elbow to the stomach. To the side, Clark finally puts Dick on the ground, who makes his way over to Wally, throwing his arms around Wally’s shoulder and leaning onto his back. Hal tilts his head at the two of them and then asks, “So you two are together, which is why Barry knew, yeah?”

“I’ve known for a while actually,” Barry says, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head, “Like the last eleven years ish.”

“That’s before the league even formed!”

“Wally and Dick met on a patrol one night after I was contacted for my chemistry background.” Barry defends. He gestures at Bruce. “Mostly, because Bruce already knew who I was. But, the boys hit it off, and I couldn’t keep having Dick over for sleepovers with a mask on the whole night, and I really didn’t want Wally to sleep in a cave.”

“I told you he wouldn’t be sleeping in a cave.” Bruce mutters, half heartedly glares at Barry. 

Barry raises his hands in defeat, “You can never be too sure. You dress like a bat, what was I supposed to think?”

“Yeah, B, what was he supposed to think?” Dick mimics. He rests his chin on Wally’s shoulder. “You locked me in that cave for days at a time, not letting me leave, never seeing the sun.”

Jason gasps, clutching his imaginary pearls,  “You monster!”

“That is quite despicable, father.” Damian deadpans. 

“I should have stopped with Barbara,” Bruce mutters. 

“Who is that?” Someone yells, “There can’t possibly be more!”