N/a: We needed this one, come on.

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Disclaimer: I don't own any Batman related character. They are DC Comics's.

"Someone please remind me why are we doing this?"

Dick raises his head from the map on his lap and looks at Jason through the driving mirror. "Because we need to bond more as a family."

"Let me rephrase that –"

"Please, don't." pleads Tim from the back, in the car.

" –Why am I being dragged into this nonsense?"

Dick arches an eyebrow. "Because you're part of our family."

Silence.

"Yeah, ok, you win this one." Says Jason reluctantly.

Bruce chuckles to himself in the driver's seat, eyes fully focused on the road but ears on his sons' chatting. It was still early, around seven in the morning, and patrol for him and Damian ended just a few hours ago. Hence, the reason why the ten year old was completely knocked out next to Tim, forehead against the window. Although, he was sleeping albeit a little uncomfortably.

"Tim, could you, please…" Bruce trails off, making eye contact with his son before glancing at Damian. Tim's eyes widened with understanding and with a long agonized sigh, he pulls Damian by the shoulder and lets him fall on his lap, making the kid a little more comfortable during his nap.

Bruce nods his thanks and smirks when Tim sends him an unimpressed look.

"This is the reason why Dick should be here, instead of me." Tim voices, trying not to shift in his seat in fear he would wake up the Demon Spawn on his lap.

"I'm the one with the map, I can't be in the back." Argues Dick, eyes on the paper map.

Jason snorts. "Who even uses paper maps anymore? You have a fucking iPhone with GPS and Google Maps, don't be a Grampa."

"Hey," the eldest sibling calls out offended, "You can never go wrong with paper maps, they're original and reliable."

"You're sure you know where we are going?" inquires Bruce on his side.

Dick waves his hand half-heartedly. "Of course I know." Bruce frowns a little at the extreme confidence in his eldest son's tone. "Now take the next right."

Twenty minutes later, Dick is sitting in the back with a pout.

"In 800 meters, turn right." Came the mocking (at least to Dick's ears) voice from Tim's phone on the front.

Jason snickers behind Dick's ear. "Oh, yeah, so reliable."

Dick raises his free hand, the other one stroking Damian's hair, and waves it in the air, imitating Jason's voice in a mocking way.

"Oh wow Dick, so mature."

"I'm hungry."

"Hi, Hungry , I'm –"

"What the fuck, Dick, you're not even a dad!"

Bruce rolls his eyes as he lets out a frustrated sigh. He glanced to the digital clock on the car. "Okay, I think it's time for a quick lunch. Let's see our options."

Oh boy, bad idea.

"Let's go to Dennis!"

"No! Let's go to Wendy's!"

"Don't mention that abomination in my presence, Drake! I demand to go to Super Salad."

"You and your damn salads, kid. You're literally a rabbit except you're not cute."

"Shut up, Todd! You're a zombie."

"The fuck, kid? YOU TOO!"

"WENDY'S! I NEED FRIES."

Dick leaned closer to Bruce. "I say Chuck-e-cheese."

If looks could kill.

They ended up in McDonalds.

"This is outrageous." Spats Damian sourly.

"Just eat your meal, Damian."

"Ah ah ah, your happy meal." Corrects Tim with a grin.

Damian throws a fry at him.

"Ah, shit! There's salt in my eye!"

"I spy with my little eye –"

"Shut up." says Jason, hitting his forehead against the window.

" –something green and white."

"Shut up." Thump.

"The sign we just passed?" tries Tim lazily, not looking up from his phone.

Dick's face lights up. "Yeah, Timmy! You're so good at this." He praises, and Tim shrugs. "Okay, next. I spy with my little eye –"

"Shut up." Thump. Thump.

" –something dead and smelly."

"Drake's love life?"

"No…" says Dick, frowning. "But that's another alternative answer."

Tim lets out an indignant squeal. "I trusted you, Dick."

Dick laughs it off, nudging Tim on the shoulder. "I'm kidding –"

"I wasn't."

" –let's keep playing –"

"Shut up." A second voice joins Jason this time and everyone looks at Bruce through the mirror.

Bruce arches an eyebrow. "What?"

It was around midday when Bruce had a great idea –

"How about some radio?"

Which will later be known as Bad Idea #2.

"MAKING MY WAY DOWNTOWN –"

"JASON, NO."

" –WALKING FAST. FACES PASS. AND I'M HOME BOUND."

"GRAYSON, NO."

"NA NA NA NA NA, AND I NEED YOU."

"BRUCE, MAKE THEM STOP."

"NA NA NA NA NA, AND I MISS YOU."

"FATHER."

"AND NOW I WONDER –"

"DAMIAN PUT THAT KNIFE DOWN!"

"WHAT DOES THE BATMAN SAYS?"

"NO NO NO NO NO NO."

"BOYS."

"DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE BREAKING DOWN?"

"Every Monday, yes."

"DO YOU EVER FEEL OUT OF PLACE?"

"At the Charity Galas, god, they're the worst."

"LIKE SOMEHOW YOU JUST DON'T BELONG."

"Well, it's not that per se, but more of the rich people being annoying."

"AND NO ONE UNDERSTANDS YOU?"

"I don't understand you, Jay."

"DO YOU EVER WANNA RUN AWAY?"

"Why do you think I stay with the Titans every weekend."

"Ouch, Timmy."

"Sorry, Dick."

"Stop ruining my song, assholes."

"Keep ruining it, Drake, you have my permission."

"SO I PUT MY HANDS UP –"

"NO."

"THEY'RE PLAYING MY SONG, THE BUTTERFLIES FLY AWAKE."

"IT'S 'AWAY', YOU DUMBASS."

"YEAH, IT'S THE PARTY IN THE USA –OH SHIT"

"I THOUGHT YOU TOOK HIS KNIFE AWAY!"

"MY ANACONDA DON'T –"

"You have my blessing, Damian."

"HE HAS A SECOND ONE?!"

"How much longer, B?" questions Dick, feet against the car's ceiling in the back seat.

"A few more hours left." Comes the short answer.

The four of them groan.

"It's so boring!" complains Dick pitifully.

"Yeah, like, I literally reached the end of my dashboard on Tumblr."

Jason and Damian remain silent, both of them in an intense glaring contest.

"I could always turn on the ra-?" Bruce is not even half way through the question before everyone snaps at him with a 'NO'.

"Thought so." says Bruce with a smirk.

Finally, after a few hours and a short stop at Dennis, the Waynes pass the welcome sign of Florida.

"Remind me again why we're going to fucking Disney World?" asks Jason bored, arms crossed over his chest as he looks outside the window.

"Watch the language, Jay, it's Disney." Reminds Tim, scrolling through his phone.

"Okay...let me rephrase that –"

"Please don't."

"We're going because Damian has never been there and we could use some loosening up. Secondly, we could use some time away from technology. However, the most important thing is to remember what it's like to be a kid and act like one." Cuts off Dick with a satisfied smile.

The rest of his family stared at him.

"I was basically kidnapped, I didn't ask for this." Deadpans Damian.

"I'm the chilliest person ever, I do not need to loosen up." Scoffs Jason.

"But there is Wi-Fi, right?" Inquires Tim slowly, almost fearing the answer.

"Act? Can't act what you are, I say." states Bruce under his breath.

"Whatever!" exclaims Dick, waving his hands around, brushing them off. "We're going to Disney World and we're going to have fun, you bunch of antisocial punks."

"I resent that! I went out two nights ago."

"Beating up criminals at three in the morning is not considered normal social events, Jason."

Jason shrugs. "The point is being outside, is it not?"

"No!"

Another shrug. "Bite me."

"Is it almost the end of the week?" Tim pleads, and Bruce pats him on the shoulder.

"Not even close, champ."

"You suck at comforting people, B."

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