The wind whistled past as Tim flew through the night. He landed on the next roof top, ran, and leapt ff the other side, firing off a grappling line. This is where he belonged.

Dick is the overly talented acrobat, with mad fighting skills and whit to match. Nightwing. Jason is the massive brute force that sends chills down your spine just by looking at him, with a mouth that would make sailors blush. Red Hood. Damian is the quick and deadly assassin, whose constant proclamations of his never ending greatness really grate on the nerves, but he has the prowess to back them up. Robin.

Tim has amazing brothers, but when it comes down to it, no one can fly like he can. Tim could just leap and free fall, shoot off a line at last minute and still fly through the air at astounding speeds, and look graceful and badass at the same time while doing it. All within the cover of the night. Tim just naturally blends in with the night, a talent none of his brothers had. They could avoid being seen, but for Tim, he didn't even have to try.

Tim eventually landed on a roof and just stopped. He stood up and looked around eagerly. He was supposed to meet someone here. One of the people who understood him best in the world. He looked around once more, stopping when he caught a flicker of movement within the shadows that connected to the next roof. He stared at that spot until a graceful figure stepped out of the darkness and walked towards him. He grinned from ear to ear when he saw her. She looked around, then deeming it to be safe, she removed her cowl, letting her short black hair fall and frame her face. There was one more amazing sibling that Tim had, one he hadn't seen in almost 8 months. Cassandra Cain-Wayne. Also known as Batgirl.

Tim rushed forward, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her up, spinning her around in a circle. She smiled down at him. Once he set her down the two embraced, Tim wrapping his arms around her waist and putting his forehead in the crook of her neck. He felt the tears begin to spill over. Cassandra just wrapped her arm around his shoulders and ran her other hand through his hair.

"I love you." Tim sniffled and gripped her tighter. Cass just smiled and kissed the top of his head. Batgirl had been on an overseas mission in Hong Kong for the past 8 months. She was looking into leads of an international sex trafficking gang, the main branch functioning in Hong Kong. She went with the intention of being back within 2 months, but the gang was much harder to track then originally thought, and even harder to infiltrate. But Cassandra had just finished breaking up the gang for good about 2 weeks ago. She had to stay in Hong Kong to help out with the retrieving and relocation of the victims, as well as track down runaways from the gang. She was chasing a few of them, including the boss, down some back allies, but they just disappeared. She was going to stay longer, but the local authorities told her that they would finish up the case and track down the rest of the gang. She was reluctant at first, but she was all finished now, and could finally come home.

"I love you." Cass whispered back into Tim's hair. Tim looked up from Cass's shoulder and smiled. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek and then turned around, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the edge of the roof. Cass grabbed her cowl and pulled it back over her head.

Cassandra is the beautiful, graceful warrior who can leave you spell bound with just a simple movement. She has bright amber eyes that can look deep within you and analyze every inch of your soul within seconds. She is also a friend of the night. Batgirl. Tim was so happy she was home.

Tim took out his grappling gun and fired off a line, pulling Cass close to his body and leaping off the edge. They both knew that Cassandra had her own grappling gun, but both were using it as an excuse to be closer to one another. When they arrived at the edge of town, Tim grabbed Cass and fired off one more line so they could drop down into the ally below where his motorcycle was waiting. Tim put his helmet on and handed the extra one to Cassandra. She took it and pulled it over her head. They got on the bike and took off towards the manor, Cass hugging Tim tightly from behind, both for safety, and just the comfort of having him so near.

They pulled into the cave at around 2:30 am. They dismounted and headed further into the cave. Tim pulled off his mask, Cass doing the same. Once they were farther inside, the sound of someone typing on the keys of the giant bat computer could be heard. Bruce must still be up. Tim looked over at Cass excitedly. Cass looked over at Tim, giving him a look of anxiousness and excitement mixed together. No one besides Tim knew that she was home. She didn't want to tell everyone and get their hopes up, only to realize that she had to stay longer for some last minute emergency.

Cass slowly walked towards the sound of the typing. As she drew closer, the typing stopped, Bruce obviously sensing her approach. He turned around, his eyes widening in surprise, but then softening into a fond gaze. He stood up and walked over to Cass, grabbing her shoulders and looking her up and down.

"You seem to be in good health. No secret injuries your hiding from me right?" he asked, amusement hiding in his voice.

Cass shook her head "No. No injury." She responded. Bruce smiled at her and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Welcome home Cass, we've all missed you so much." Bruce whispered, hugging her tighter. Cassandra gripped his shoulders and gave a tight squeeze. They broke apart, smiling at each other. Tim just smiled at the two of them.

Cassandra started looking around the cave, a look of confusion across her face. "Where are the rest of family?" She inquired. Bruce smiled softly at her and looked towards the stairs.

"We got done with the case earlier than expected, so the boys went to bed early. I was just finishing up when you showed up." He said. Cass leaned her head to the side, curiousness evident on her face.

"Jason here too?" She asked, surprised that the usually unsocial, anti-family brother was actually willingly spending time at the manor. Bruce smiled down at her again.

"Yes, Jason too. He's been spending a lot of time here ever since you went to Hong Kong. Everyone has been together more lately." Bruce told her looking up at Tim, who was desperately trying to stay awake by leaning against a table, but his head kept bobbing up and down, eyes fluttering shut once in a while, then snapping back open. Bruce shook his head, smiling. "Alright, you two should head up to bed. It's pretty late and I'm sure you're both extremely tired." Bruce grabbed Tim gently by the shoulder and directed the two of them towards the changing area so they could change back into normal clothing.

Tim stifled a yawn and shuffled into the changing area, grabbing Cass's hand and pulling her along behind him. The two emerged a few minutes later, stripped of their costumes. Tim just had on grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, while Cass had on a pair of green sleep shorts and a loose grey top pajama set that Barbara gave her for Christmas. The two then headed up the stairs, lightly bumping into each other on the way up. Bruce just watched them and smiled. He shut down the computer and headed over to the changing area himself and got out of the bat suit before following his two children up the stairs.

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Light streamed through the crack in the curtains into the bedroom, shining right onto Jason's face. He growled as he slowly opened his eyes. It's too early for this crap! Jason threw back the dark red comforter that covered him and swung his legs over the edge before standing up and stretching. Dressed in nothing but some sweatpants, he headed out the door and made his way to the kitchen. He entered to find Dick and Damian already down there, Dick in a white tank-top and blue basketball shorts, and Damian in a black t-shirt and batman pajama bottoms. They were just sitting there, Dick at the dining table, not looking at anything in particular, and Damian was sitting on one of the stools next to the island counter. Jason just stared at them for a few seconds before walking all the way into the kitchen. "Why are you two just sitting around like zombies? Where's Alfred?"

Dick looked up at Jason with a lost puppy expression. "Alfred had to go on some errands, but he left early this morning and won't be back until later this evening. And now we have no food!" Dick's voice rose with each passing moment, so by the end of his little story, he sounded almost hysterical. Jason just slapped him lightly on the head.

"Calm down drama queen, we're not out of food, just go-" and right then Jason realized the problem. They weren't out of food, Alfred always made sure of that. But one thing he didn't really think about was the fact that none of them knew how to cook. At all.

Dick looked like he was about to burst into tears. "You see!? We're gonna starve!" Dick dropped his head onto the table, sighing in defeat. Damian finally looked over at the two of them.

"Instead of crying and giving up Grayson, why don't you just go and get Drake. I believe he's still upstairs sleeping." Damian said, giving them both a very unimpressed look.

Dick's head shot up and stared at Damian. The look of crushing defeat and despair that adorned his face before disappeared, and in its place a look of utter joy spread. Dick grinned up at Jason and shot up from his chair, heading towards the stairs that led up to the bedrooms. As he was about to exit the kitchen, he stopped and turned around. "Thanks a lot Dami! And now my dear brothers, do not despair, for I will return with our sleeping lost brother in a minute, and with him, breakfast!" Dick cheered, turning around and sprinting for the stairs.

Jason just stood staring at the spot that Dick disappeared from. He only sighed at the older man's strangeness, and slid into one of the dining chairs. He had just grabbed the newspaper that sat in the middle of the table when a loud thundering, courtesy of Dick, could be heard coming down the stairs and into the kitchen only a few minutes after the dork had left. Dick slid to a stop in front of Jason, and without saying anything, grabbed him and Damian, and started running back towards the stairs again.

"Dick, what are you doing?" Jason groaned, really tired and not really in the mood to fight Dick off, but still grumpy enough to yell at him.

"Grayson, unhand me you thundering idiot!" Damian snarled, pulling on Dick's arm to get him off. But Dick just pulled them down the hall until they reached Tim's door. He finally relinquished his hold on Jason and Damian, and then put his finger up to his mouth to indicate silence. Jason and Damian just exchanged confused looks.

Dick slowly opened Tim's door, taking slow steps inside. He beckoned for the other two to follow him inside. Jason and Damian crept slowly into the room behind Dick. Once they were inside they all just stared.

In the bed was Tim sound asleep, but that wasn't what Dick had freaked out about, or what kept Jason and Damian frozen in place.

Tim was lying on his back, and lying right next to him, curled into him with Tim's arm wrapped around her shoulders, was Cassandra. Her head was laying on Tim's shoulder and collar bone. Tim's head was resting on the top of hers, his other hand intertwined with Cass's fingers on his chest.

The other three occupants of the room just stared at the two sleeping teens. The silence was broken though when Dick decided to squeal really loudly, run, and jump onto the bed, hugging both occupants in a crushing embrace. Jason slapped his hand to his face while Damian just rolled his eyes.

Tim let out a groan and a gasping intake of breath from not getting the proper intake of oxygen from his brother's death grip. Cass opened her eyes and looked at Dick, sleep-deprivation evident on her face. Dick sat up with a wild grin, pulling Tim and Cass up with him. They both just stared at him, Tim yawning and Cass rubbing her eyes. Then suddenly Cass stopped rubbing her eyes and looked right at Dick. Then a wide smile spread across her face, and she flung herself at Dick, wrapping her arms around his neck. Dick laughed and fell back on the bed, holding onto her waist.

Cass leaned over and kissed Dick's cheek before looking at his face again. "I love you." She said, smiling down at him.

Dick just smiled back, leaning up to kiss her nose. "I love you." That was all that was ever said between these siblings. No gushing, or over the top declarations. Just one simple phrase, but meant so much more than anyone knew.

Cass looked up at Jason and Damian, then launched herself across the room and grabbed Damian around the neck and Jason around the middle and held both tightly. Jason smiled fondly down at his younger adoptive sister, running his hand through her hair. Damian just let out a –tt before wrapping one of his arms around her middle and grabbing her arm with the other.

"I love you." Jason whispered leaning down to kiss her head.

"I love you." Damian said, a blush spreading from his cheeks up to his ears.

"I love you." Cass said, smiling at both of them before releasing her hold on them.

Tim, who had been sitting there quietly, crawled across his bed and flopped onto his stomach next to Dick, who had rolled over and was just watching his younger siblings with a smile on his face. Dick turned to Tim and grinned, ruffling his hair. Tim smiled back and playfully flicked Dick in the nose, earning a small whine from the older man. Dick's grin grew playful, and before Tim could even think of moving away, Dick had grabbed him and pushed him off the bed.

Tim hit the floor with a loud thud. He sat up, rubbing his shoulder where he hit it on the hardwood floor. He glared up at Dick who was just laughing. Tim quickly flipped over, bracing his feet against the bed frame and grabbing Dick by his wrists. He pushed against the bed and pulled as hard as he could, pulling Dick forward off the bed with a yelp. As Dick fell forward towards Tim, Tim put his feet up, catching Dick on his stomach and abs, then proceeded to launch him over and into Jason and Damian.

Cass darted out of the way of her oncoming older brother, but Jason and Damian were not so fortunate. Dick crashed into the two, sending all three sprawling onto the floor.

Tim couldn't hold it in, he just collapsed into a giggling, wheezing mess on the floor, grabbing his sides as small tears pricked the corners of his eyes. He attempted to sit up and look at his brothers, realizing a bit too late that they had all gotten up and were glaring at him. Without wasting another second, Tim sprung up and dashed for the door, grabbing Cass's hand on the way out, dragging her with him.

Cass could hear the loud pounding and yelling of her brothers behind her and Tim as they sprinted down the hallway towards the stairs. Without really realizing it, she began to laugh.

Tim nearly tripped over the last few stairs at the sound. He turned around to look at Cass, a wide grin quickly spreading across his face. Cass didn't laugh all that often, so when she did it felt like everything else would just stop. Tim loved the sound.

But because of this, Tim wasn't paying attention, so the sudden force of another body thrown against him wasn't expected and sent him crashing onto the floor.

The source of the force was Jason, who had tackled Tim to the floor and was currently giving him a noogie that would surely bruise later. Tim struggled under the bigger man's strength, wriggling around and slapping at his arms.

"Jason, stop! It's gonna bruise, maybe bleed! I'm sorry, just stop!" Tim pleaded with his older brother, wincing as Jason's knuckles dug deeper into his skull.

Jason, finally hearing his brother's pleas, let him go, not before giving him one last smack on the head before standing up. Tim just rubbed his head, a small tear in the corner of his eye. Jason, feeling a bit guilty, reached down and grabbed Tim under his arms and hoisted him up. Tim yelled in surprise, but quickly turned to embarrassment.

"Jason! What are you doing?! Put me down! Jason!" Tim yelled, kicking his legs as they dangled uselessly below. Jason had him at arms length and lifted him up, almost like someone would do with a small child. Well, Tim was fairly small so it pretty much counted. Right?

Jason, after lifting his younger brother off the floor, realized how small he really was, and not necessarily in a good way. 'Is he eating enough? He always works so hard that he forgets to take care of himself. He's already kinda short, he doesn't need to make it worse with malnutrition.' Were the thoughts running through Jason's head while he held his brother above him.

Dick and Damian were standing off to the side with Cassandra, Dick and Cass smiling and giggling, while Damian just rolled his eyes. That is until Dick saw Jason pick Tim up and lift him up. When Tim started yelling Dick couldn't hold himself back and squealed like a little girl, whipping out his phone and snapping pictures over and over again.

"Dick!? Quit it! Jason put me down!" Tim was becoming exasperated with his two older siblings, seriously, what's their problem?!

A deep rumbling 'ahem' was heard from the top of the stairs, which made everyone turn and look up. Bruce just stared down at his children, tiredness evident on his face. He looked at the scene before him and sighed. "Jason, Dick, what are you doing to Tim?" He asked, somewhat afraid of the answer.

Jason and Dick just looked at each other and then back up at Bruce. "What do you mean Bruce? Timmy is just so cute that I had to take pictures of him." Dick said matter-of-factly. Tim looked absolutely distressed, still trying to kick out at his captor.

"Bruce! Help me!" Tim pleaded. He looked miserable, which wasn't what he should feel considering Cass just got back last night. Bruce sighed and walked down the stairs. When he got to the bottom he walked over to the trio.

"Jason, put Tim down now." Bruce said through gritted teeth. It was too damn early for this!

Jason look at Bruce with a glare, huffed, then set Tim down on the floor, where Tim proceeded to sprint over to Cass and hide behind her. Damian looked up at Tim with an unimpressed expression.

"Really Drake? The first thing you do once free is hide behind a woman?" he asked, an eyebrow rose in question. He quickly regretted it though when he caught a glimpse of Cass's face, glaring daggers down at him. "Don't get so flustered Cain, of course you don't count." He stammered out quickly. He turned on his heel and walked towards the kitchen, calling behind him. "Drake! Pennyworth is not at home so you will make my breakfast!"

Tim just sighed and made his way after Damian into the kitchen, soon followed by the rest of the family.

Despite the earlier ruckus, Bruce smiled as he followed his children into the kitchen/dining room. This was how his household was supposed to be. They all entered the kitchen, taking seats at the table and bar stools at the counter. Tim headed for the cooking area and began grabbing ingredients for breakfast.

Cass looked around at her family and smiled. She loved them more than she could ever say. It was so good to be home right now.

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"Damn it! Damn it all! We were so close! Why can't damn bats mind their own business, we're not even in the U.S.! Fucking Christ!"

"What are we gonna tell the boss? We lost all of the shipment, and cliental is dropping severely."

"Holy crap he's gonna kill us! All this for nothing! We can't even run away!"

A group of men sat in a corner booth in a seedy bar in Hong Kong, talking about the recent loss due to Batgirl's intervention. They were the few remaining members of the sex traffickers. They all looked up when heavy footsteps were heard coming up to their booth.

"As much as it would please me to shoot a bullet through your worthless head right now Rodgers, you pathetic sacks of skin are all that's left of my business, and I hate interviews." The boss, Danny Yang, said while pulling up a chair.

Kyle Rodgers jumped violently from his seat, shocked to see his boss sitting across from the table. The other members who were left, Rick Santiago, Darius Grant, Keith Hitch, and Carl Raeger, just sat there and looked at the boss, some a little wide eyed and pale.

"Don't worry boys, I've already started plans for the next shipment to come in. And the order on the list is a special request from a VIP client. We've been asked to go to Gotham and pick up his order." Yang explained calmly.

The rest of the gang looked extremely uncomfortable. "Gotham? We're all the out here in Hong Kong, and one of the Bats still got to us, you want us to go straight into their fucking laps with a sign and bright lights or something?" Grant exclaimed, slamming a fist onto the table.

Yang shot him a glare from where he sat. "You're lucky I don't have the time to replace you right now Grant, 'cause otherwise I would have shoved your own dinner knife into your throat." He growled. Grant looked a bit scared before settling back down into his seat.

"The client has contacted me and told me that the necessary means to deal with the big Bat and the rest of his little league of sidekicks will be waiting for us when we reach Gotham." Yang told them. "All we need to do is pick up his order, and deliver it to him where he asks."

Hitch looked up, a bit uncertain, but pressed on anyway. "Who's the client?" He asked timidly.

Yang looked over at him and smirked. "Oh, you know him, but he's asked me to keep his identity secret until we've delivered the goods to him, doesn't want to Bat to pick up his trail through one of you idiots."

Raeger tried this time. "What, or who, are we picking up?" he questioned.

Yang smirked broadly this time. "Batgirl."