This first one-shot was a picture prompt that I did that had to deal with fireworks.

By some miracle Bruce has gotten all the Batboys together for the Fourth of July.

Chilidogs, Fireworks, and Midnight Rooftops

I really could not believe it, I had all my boys together in one place. I mean some of them were beaten and bettered and we had to force (and when I say force I mean literally throwing them over my shoulder and bring them up here on this rooftop) a few others to come, but we (being Alfred and I) actually succeeded in getting all the boys together. This is the best Fourth of July I've had since the first one Dick and I had together. I just wish Cassandra would have been here to see this.

The best part of it all is that no one is fighting. Tim is actually helping Damian see the bright blue, red, and white of the fireworks by putting him on his shoulders. Jason and I are able to stand on the same rooftop without glaring or shouting at each other. It wasn't like we could have heard each other yelling over the loud boom of the fireworks and the constant chatter of the people below us anyways. Dick for once is not getting on his little brother's nerves by constantly poking them and telling them to look at the amazing shapes and colors that the fireworks were making. All of this has got me thinking that we may actually get out of this little family reunion without someone breaking someone else's nose.

The strange aroma of chilidogs fills the air from our "oo's" and "ahh's". I was completely surprised earlier this evening when Alfred walked down to the Cave with a tray full of chilidogs (in honor of Jason) and cookies in brown papers sacks to take out on our evening patrol and then the firework show. When I asked Alfred if the chilidogs were real he said that they were, in fact, real. He also told me that the two extra chilidogs were for, "Master Jason and Master Jason only. Do not let Master Richard eat more than one chilidog. And I will know if he eats more than one." That was a quote too.

As I look out over my city and see the fireworks reflect off of the windows of the building across from us I can't help but be filled with so much joy. All four of my sons are alive and well, as is Gotham. Under the safety of the darkness, before the fireworks could start back up again, I do a once in a lifetime thing, I smile. However, that small fragment of a smile turns into a frown when I hear Jason yelling at Dick to stop eating his last chilidog and the sound of a fist hitting something. Well, there goes my hope that nobody's nose would get broken.