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Bruce sniffed the air. Abruptly sat up in a panic. As he ran down the hall the other boys chased after. They followed the scent to the laundry room finding the dryer is on fire. Bruce whipped into hero mode as he ran back down the hall to the nearest fire hydrant.

The boys stared at the fire like cavemen in awe.

Jason: what happened.

Damian shrugged as Dick waved his hand over his face scrunching his nose. As Bruce dove back in, the boys parted like the sea and he pulled the hydrants pin. They closed back in watching him spray the white coolant over the fire.

As it died out, Bruce slumped back panting as adrenaline ran through him. They sat in silent a second. Then he turned to them with the look.

They all pointed to each other in deflect mode.

Bruce: who?

They then all shrugged. Bruce slowly nodded as he set the hydrant down. This was easy enough. As he went to open the dryer he expected one of the boys to shift, squeak, one of their eyes to twitch to give them away but they were still. Of course they were, they were his boys.

It made him sort of proud even if it disappointed him they’d use it against him.

He flicked the lid down. The clothes were pretty much burnt and they were roasted to a foul stench. But it was still pretty obvious who they belonged to because only one boy owned a boyfriend’s black shirt with a red Superman symbol on it which sat at the front of the pile, the red plastic still sticking out.

Sure enough, Tim casually whistled as he adverted his eyes away.

Bruce: how?

Tim, throwing his hands up now: I don’t know!

He believed the boy.

Bruce: it caught fire some way.

Tim: I threw the clothes in, put the soap in, and started it.

Jasons eyes narrowed.

Jason: did you clean the lint.

Tim scrunched his face grossed out.

Tim: the lint?

Tim: like?

Tim: pick it off my clothes-

Dick rubbed his face dumbfounded.

Jason: the lint! The lint in the lint trap!

He was being stared at. Not just by Tim but Bruce and Damian too. He scoffed in shock.

Jason: all three of you haven’t been cleaning it out?! I can’t believe it’s taken this long!

Soft shoes clicked behind. Bruce flicked his foot up slamming the dryers door shut and scurried to find a blanket to hide the dryer but the shoes came to a stop. He froze… winced.

Alfred, with a hint of distress in his voice: my dryer!

Announcer: -and the teams hit the lockers! We’ll be back in 20.

Tim: Why are we even watching this? We’ve never won

Dick: We’re waiting on Alfred to call us for dinner

Tim: Just change the channel

Steph: Nah, I like watching the celebrity lookalike cams

Dick: I remember those. They have Bruce sometimes, don’t they?

Bruce, appearing at the door: Alfred is calling you all for dinner

Dick and Steph, simultaneously: 5 minutes

Bruce: What are they watching?

Tim: Celebrity lookalike cam

Steph: Hey, it's Bruce!

Dick, laughing: They try every time, who’re they gonna find that actually looks like-

Dick:

Bruce is freaking out, his precious baby boy is alive. He's out there all alone, legally dead, anything could be happening to him. Bruce had to find Jason, and if there's one person who can find people who should not be findable, it's the Red Hood.

Bruce doesn't agree with Hood's methods, but right now he's willing to call a truce. As to not reveal his identity Batman lies saying that his good friend Bruce Wayne saw his dead son on TV and asked for his help to find him, and now he was asking Hood. Hood was silent for a moment and agreed to help find this dead boy walking.

The next three days were torture as Bruce waited for any word from Hood, then Hood asked to meet. Batman arrived to the predetermined meeting place, a small abandoned warehouse at Gotham harbor. Hood spoke first saying that he had located Jason, but that Jason was unsure if his family would want him back. Bruce's heart dropped, his boy thought he didn't want him back. Batman asked why and Hood responded that Jason had gotten himself involved in very dangerous circles and that he had taken several lives.

Bruce's heart stopped, his worst fears realized, his baby boy had been forced to kill in order to survive. Batman shook his head saying that Bruce Wayne would always have Jason back, no matter back.

Red Hood: Really? Red Hood reached for his helmet and took it off. Will you really welcome me back to the family?

Bruce reached for his cowl and took it off, his son was standing before him, he was Red Hood. Hood had been active for 6 months, his son had been nearby for half a year, and Bruce never even suspected it. Bruce started to cry and ran to his son, bringing him into a tight hug.

Bruce: You are my son Jason, you will always be my son.

Jason (crying): I've missed you so much dad.

Bruce: I've missed you too, Jaylad.

The rest of the family were in for a shock when Bruce came home with Red Hood, and more so learning that Red Hood was Jason. Dick refused to let go of Jason for an hour. During that time Jason and Damian let it slip that Jason had been associated with the League of Assassins for a while, Damian knew that Jason was alive and that he was Red Hood since he arrived at the manor.

Jason and Damian got grounded by Bruce.

Now there is that small issue of Jason being legally dead, they have to get his death certificate revoked, not to mention how to spin this to the media.

Announcer: -and the teams hit the lockers! We’ll be back in 20.

Tim: Why are we even watching this? We’ve never won

Dick: We’re waiting on Alfred to call us for dinner

Tim: Just change the channel

Steph: Nah, I like watching the celebrity lookalike cams

Dick: I remember those. They have Bruce sometimes, don’t they?

Bruce, appearing at the door: Alfred is calling you all for dinner

Dick and Steph, simultaneously: 5 minutes

Bruce: What are they watching?

Tim: Celebrity lookalike cam

Steph: Hey, it's Bruce!

Dick, laughing: They try every time, who’re they gonna find that actually looks like-

Dick:

Announcer: -and the teams hit the lockers! We’ll be back in 20.

Tim: Why are we even watching this? We’ve never won

Dick: We’re waiting on Alfred to call us for dinner

Tim: Just change the channel

Steph: Nah, I like watching the celebrity lookalike cams

Dick: I remember those. They have Bruce sometimes, don’t they?

Bruce, appearing at the door: Alfred is calling you all for dinner

Dick and Steph, simultaneously: 5 minutes

Bruce: What are they watching?

Tim: Celebrity lookalike cam

Steph: Hey, it's Bruce!

Dick, laughing: They try every time, who’re they gonna find that actually looks like-

Dick:

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Damian’s principal watches as this 200+ pound brick shit-house of a guy casually wanders into the school with the most menacing glare on his face as he sips from a starbucks cup, slings his other hand into the pocket of his leather jacket, ignores her completely to turn to Damian and go ‘fuck’d you do now?’

‘fighting.’ Damian responds, looking slightly proud, sitting straight up in his seat. brick shit-house man sticks his bottom lip out and nods consideringly.

‘opponent get a hit on you?’

‘of course not. i used that move you showed me when i was four. executed it perfectly.’

brick shit-house man nods again in approval, sticking out his cup. ‘nice. you get the rest of my oreo frappe as a reward.’

Damian takes the drink and sips it delicately, preening under the guys praise. the kid Damian had been called in for fighting, of whom had been whining about how Damian should be suspended for his actions, had grown nervously silent at the sight of the frankly massively intimidating man, as had his equally vocal mother. brick shit-house man doesn’t grant them a glance, instead looking at the principal.

‘so can we go now? i was in the middle of an interrogation when Bruce called.’

hesitating slightly, the principal asks who this man is, in relation to her student.

‘none of your fucking business.’

ok then. after double checking that Damian was ok with leaving with the man, there wasn’t much she could do but say yes and hope her acquiescing would save her from the weight of his glare. as they leave, she hears Damian innocently ask if he could aid with the interrogation, being as he was now free for the afternoon.

‘are you kidding? Bruce would hate me if i let you near that shit.’ a beat. ‘so yeah but like don’t fuckin tell him.’

someone new comes into administration. Refuses to be accomidating, someone needed to come speak about Damian. Bruce, Dick, and Alfred can't make it.

Everyone tries to warn this person, afraid that the brick shit house man will come back, but neglects to descrbe the man (everyone says 'you'll know when he gets there') as anything other then terrifying.

Then this thin, weedy, sleep deprived twig boy (who decidely does not look old enough to be someones adult) in a dishevled suit arrives and says, very primly that he was here for Damian Wayne.

the new person wonders if they are being punked. Damian wrinkles he nose at the twig boy. The boy Damian had been fighting sniggers at the twig boy, and their parent looks down nose at him.

Twig boy proceeds to wage the finest psycological warfare ever seen on the adminstrator. Still very prim, with a very even tone decimates the admin, the parent, and the boy until all three are crying and appologizing for wasting time.

Damian looks at Twig boy, and goes "This may be the first time I ever respected you" as they leave.

The new admin goes back to the people who warned him and agrees that the kind they sent is very scary. The person who warned them wonders about calling the brick shithouse man a kid.