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Warning: CP mentioned or involved!
Family
Why?
Plane flights. It was something as simple as plane flights. For someone as rich as Bruce Wayne it had been something as simple as riding a car.
But now, his head was about to explode. It was not because of the air pressure, not because of work excess. It had nothing to do about the annoying whining coming from his two oldest sons or even their bickering. It had nothing to do, either, with the stupid but very appealing grin his wife had. So why was it? Because of that. The word. And not just any word, but THE word. Which word was it? The one that his youngest son had liked to use for the last month. Why.
He looked down at the two blue orbs regarding him, expecting an answer. Which was the question? A very simple one, with a very complicated answer for a two year old.
It was incredible how his life had changed in a couple of years. In a period of four years he went from playboy billionaire to family man billionaire. It had all started when his late friend, Rachel Dawes, had told him he "can not take life seriously. You think taking care of a company is a responsibility, yet you live the life of a spoiled man, who is not even responsible for where his own life is going."
That had hurt. He was deeply in love with her, but she had chosen another man. After her death, he had met the Graysons and their three, almost four, year old son. They died shortly leaving little Richard, or Dick, an orphan.
For the time Dick turned four he was under Bruce Wayne's tutelage. A year later he officially adopted Dick, changing his name to Richard John Grayson Wayne. Long name…long story.
Alfred had been a great help, especially during his 'crusades'. It was during those crusades he started to fall for his now wife. But, it was also during one of those crusades he had found his middle son. Jason Peter Todd, now Jason Peter Wayne.
At almost five years old, the boy had been orphaned. He had nowhere to go and so, Bruce Wayne came 'to the rescue', as many news paper had stated. Though he claimed he had enough with Dick, who was a handful by himself, he took Jason in, a decision he would never regret.
Dick and Jason were almost the same age, only 9 months of difference, and they soon got attached to each other.
Months later his childhood friend, Jack Drake was murdered leaving a three month old baby orphaned. The baby's mother had died giving birth. So, yet again, he found himself adopting another boy, Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne.
Two years later, said boy was the cause of Bruce's headache.
"Daddy, why ky bue?" the little boy asked again, patting Bruce's leg with his little hand.
He looked up at his wife, former known as Selina Kyle, who only smiled and placed her hand on her swollen belly…fashion 'Mother's' magazine forgotten.
"Because…the sun makes it look like that." He answered as simply as he could.
"Oh." Was all the boy said, settling back in his seat looking out of the window.
He hoped that was the last question, he couldn't take any more 'whys'. He still wondered how it had gone from to where they were going, why they were going on vacation, to why they were flying there and not driving, to why they had to seat down. Then Bruce had the not so bright idea of telling the boy to look out the window. Bad move, questions became more complicated when the boy saw the blue ocean and asked what it was and why it was there. Why is the ocean there? Who knows, who cares, it just is. Then he asked about why where the clouds white, why was the sun a sun, and why they were there to the final, why is the sky blue.
Selina smiled and went back to her magazine, absentmindedly stroking her slightly swollen belly. He looked around, seeing Alfred had settled both older boys down and where now entertained with a movie.
Smiling to himself, he looked down at his forgotten work and settled down to finish it. Not ten minutes later, Tim's small hand found way to Bruce's forearm and yet another question was made.
"Daddy?" Tim's baby voice came in a soft whisper, retaking Selina's attention. Why was it he couldn't ask his mother? It just HAD to be him all the time.
"Mmm?" Bruce asked slightly massaging his temple before looking down at the little boy.
"What you doing?" he asked finding a way to climb into his lap.
Bruce looked down at his laptop, who was now on the table in front of him and some of the documents which were still in his hands. "Working." He stated simply. Was working. He thought grumpy.
"Oh." The boy said, settling down more comfortably on Bruce's lap. Seeing as the toddler wasn't about to move, he kept on doing his work, just to feel a pull from his shirt. He looked down to meet those blue eyes again.
"Why Daddy wouk?"
Well, he was 'wouking', but apparently his youngest had other ideas.
"Because I have to." He stated simply.
"Why?" At this he glared at Selina, who was trying, unsuccessfully to hide a grin.
"Because that's what daddies do."
"Oh." Silence, and then, "Why?"
"Because everyone has to work."
Tim seemed to think hard about the answer given. He oppened his mouth, and "Me no wouk." Well, at least it wasn't a ques- "Why?" Oh, crap.
"Because you are a little boy. Little boys play."
"But Di' and Ja'on play. They awe big boys."
When Tim started talking everyone had been excited, even Bruce. He and Selina had about a month of marriage and Tim said his first word. "Dada". To say Bruce was proud was an understatement. But now, he would like to go back on time, a year ago, when Tim's only requests were to be changed or to be feed, and those had been with wails.
"They have their school work. You will go to school when you are older too." Bruce stated simply, ignoring Selina's smirk.
"Afe' wouk?" he asked next.
"Yes, Alfred works too." Bruce said simply, trying to concentrate on what he was reading while answering his son.
"Mommy no wouk." The toddler stated simply pointing at the woman in front of them. Bruce looked up and noticed Selina's slightly blush. Now it was his time to grin.
"No, she doesn't."
"I stay at home, Timmy, and take care of you and your brothers." Selina explained glaring at Bruce.
"Why?" And though Selina had answered the previous question, Tim decided to direct his question to Bruce…again.
"Because…she loves you." Bruce answered, though the real answer was because of her pregnancy. She stopped directing her organization a month ago, when she entered her fifth month. Though he wasn't going to say that to the boy, that would lead to endless whys.
"Why?" and yet, even with the most simple of answers, he had another question.
"Because that is what mommies do." Bruce stated glaring daggers at his smirking wife who looked down at her magazine again.
The toddler went quiet again, thinking about the answer. Bruce was about to go back to his forgotten work, again, when the boy spoke again, though thankfully it wasn't a question.
"Mommy panks too!" Tim accused pouting a bit. Bruce had to hold his chuckle in place as he watched Selina blush even more and hide behind her magazine.
She had always been against Bruce punishing the boys in such fashion, though from time to time she herself gave one or two swats when the boys were "simply stubborn and naughty." Of course, this was only when Bruce was not around.
"Hmm…apparently she does." Bruce said regaining his voice, though it was evident he wanted to laugh.
And then, it was over. The boy started yawning and leaning even more against his father. Bruce simply started stroking his tummy, trying to lull him to sleep while reading the documents. Dick and Jason had fallen asleep, so Alfred got up and turned the TV off, rapping them both with a blanket.
The only noises in the plane where of pages turning around, the heavy breathes of two sleeping boys, and Alfred's soft humming.
And when the boy was about to fall asleep, "Daddy, why plane fly?"