Their plan had been discovered before they could even get started. Advice on what to do?
Waiting online. Urgent.
Dick looked at the three solemn little faces and burst out laughing. "Why do you three look like that?"
"Dick Grayson, you have to swear you won't tell Bruce anything about tonight, in any form!"
Damian stood up, his eyes fixed on Dick, looking ready to stop him from leaving the room unless he agreed.
"Oh?" Dick raised an eyebrow, leaned back, and folded his arms, his face full of amusement. "And what if I do tell him, my dear Rice? What are you going to do to me?"
Damian's hands instantly clenched into fists, his gaze turning icy.
"Pfft-haha, okay, I'll stop teasing you." Dick laughed and reached over to ruffle Damian's hair. He didn't mind getting his hand slapped away, merely shaking it a couple of times as if nothing had happened. "Don't worry. I'm not Bruce's obedient little boy. Otherwise, I wouldn't have moved to Blüdhaven as soon as I came of age."
Dick reached out and pulled Tim into his arms. "But I am curious. How did our little red bird, who always listens to Dad, end up joining you? And Miaomiao, too. She's a good kid."
"Ha, a good kid?" Damian rolled his eyes dramatically. "Are there any actual good kids in Wayne Manor?"
Dick had no answer.
Apparently... there really weren't?
Never mind the kids-even Bruce himself definitely couldn't be called a "good kid." Otherwise, he wouldn't keep giving Alfred headaches and making him worry.
What was this? A family tradition, or following the example set from above?
In any case, no well-behaved little finches were ever going to fly out of the bat nest.
What about robins, you asked? Ha! Just because they were