#siblingcore

Bruce didn't even take notice of the attention he gathered. He kept his eyes of his phone and burst out into another fit of chortle. The man was trying so hard to suppress his laugh that the children are concern when his face turning bright red.

Bruce's chorlte come to a slow stop when he noticed sleek black pants beside him. Bruce looked up to see Alfred's unamused face with all the children hiding a step behind him.

"Might I know what was so funny that the children came to the concusion that you were under the infulence of the Joker gas, Master Bruce?"

Bruce laid back to the sofa, his hand cradling his phone to his chest suppressing another fit of laughter. He choked on his laugh and came to a stop. Bruce looked at Alfred with a grin.

"I was looking back at some the old pictures." He mused.

Bruce raised an eyebrow at Alfred, "Remember the time when Tim was super into Go-Kart racing?"

Alfred just raised a brow for Bruce to continue. The children at the back also pick up their ears in interest.

"Remember the time Tim invited Damian to the Gotham's 5th Go-Kart Championship?" Bruce was biting his lips to hold back his cackle. "I just-" He broke into a full blown crackle. "I-I found the picture!" Bruce raised his screen to face Alfred and the children.

It was a picture of Tim and Damian at the championship. Damian was holding a large trophy cup and a gold medal. While Tim was beside him with only a silver medal. Damian was smiling normally while Tim give a smile with wobbly lips. What made it funny was when Bruce swipe to the next picture where younger Damian was looking over with concern to a younger Tim who was brawling his eyes out with snot and everything.

Bruce swipe to the next picture to show them a younger Tim squat to the ground with head buried in his arms -crying, while Damian looking toward the camera in panic and fear of what to do while his hands hovering above Tim.

Stephanie and Jason burst out into laughter.

"I didn't even know they could make expressions other than snotty rich brat!" Stephanie whipped out her phone to take a picture. But before she could, Bruce turned it away. "No way," Bruce cover put the screen against his chest, "Tim would kill me if this picture ever see light."

"Aww, come on, Bruce!" whined the girl.

"Oh my god, Tim's a sore loser!" this time it was Jason who stepped behind Bruce to swipe at the picture and look at it again.

"Couldn't blame the boy," Alfred interupted with a smile, "He was trying over 3 years already and never won. The first time he brought Damian, Damian won first place and him second. So, it does hurt his pride alot."

Jason looked over to Alfred, "Did Tim invite Damian again next year?"

"No," Bruce answered instead, "Tim hasn't gotten over it for a few months, really. It took him winning first place next year for him to get over it." Bruce sighed in fondness. He looked down at the picture again.

"Gosh, they grow up so fast." The children and Alfred give each other glances.

"That they do, Master Bruce. Now, I do need to go prepare dinner. Please refrain from interrupting unless only if there is a real emergency."

Jason, Stephanie and Dick looked at the butler sheepishly and apologise. "Sorry, Alfred."

They all went back to what they were doing before. When they weren't looking, Bruce's smile turned a little sad as he looked at the picture again. That was a time he will never get back, but.