A/N: So I had part of this idea floating around for a while, and then I got the brilliant second part of the idea and I just had to write it!

This is gonna be a series of one-shots revolving around the Batfamily. It's and AU (like a legit AU) so there are some things wacked up, like the Robin's ages and their personalities (only a little), but I think you all will like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this except Skye.

So, the ages are (unless otherwise stated):

Damian: 18, Jason: 16, Dick: 13, Tim: 11

"Master Richard! Wake up. Master Jason! Up now! Master Bruce! Time to get up, sir. Master Timothy- oh, you're already up. Good, then you can go tell Master Damian to come upstairs and get ready for breakfast."

The English-accented voice drifted through the hallways of Wayne Manor in an attempt to awaken the residents that were still asleep. The paneled walls soaked up much of the sound, but the noise still did its job as three heads of black hair stirred as their owners groaned and rolled over, wishing that sleep would stay with them for a little while longer.

"Why 'oo we hafta gerrup so early?" A voice grumbled from one of the rooms.

"Get up and downstairs and I will tell you."

There was moan and the voice's body slumped back into its bed.

Dick Grayson yawned as he slowly sat up, his hand reaching up and rubbing his eyes before running itself through his tousled hair. At the foot of his bed, Ace, his dog, jumped off the bed and sat in front of his master, his tail wagging. Dick sat back on his pile of pillows and glanced over at the clock, his eyes flickering open and closed as he tried to stay awake. A second wake-up call from Alfred was always more unpleasant than the first.

6:00.

Why so early? Dick groaned to himself. School didn't start until 7:55 and it only took him a half an hour to get ready and twenty minutes to eat breakfast and get out the door. And then with Jason driving, it only took ten minutes to get to school. He usually woke up at 6:45. And then Alfred was waking Bruce up too? Something was obviously going on.

Sighing, Dick crawled to the edge of the bed and reached for his prosthetic leg leaning against his nightstand. He quickly strapped it into place onto his thigh – all that remained of his left leg – before sliding off the bed and limping over to his bathroom, Ace following him, where he turned on the shower and climbed in – cursing when he realized it hadn't warmed up yet.

He was standing in front of his mirror in his boxers, Ace watching him, when he the door to his room flew open. Dick turned, the towel he had been using to dry the port on his right shoulder still in his hand, when a figure bounded in and immediately began bouncing on the bed.

"Timmy!" Dick sighed, watching his little 'brother' bounce up and down on his bed. "Can't you at least shut the door?"

Dick was used to his brother coming into his room while he was getting ready in the morning, but he still didn't want his door hanging wide open when he wasn't dressed! Dick shook his head, going back to drying out the inside of the metal appliance on his shoulder, or what was left of it, while the younger boy ran over and closed the door. He had to make sure the wires of the port were completely dry, because, as they could get a little wet when he took a shower, if water stayed in there, it could rust or short-circuit and the latter would be painful and the former would be a pain. The port was for attaching his mechanical arm that he used when he was out crime-fighting and was similar to the one on his leg, but that one stayed dry as his civilian prosthetic covered the opening.

"So," Dick yawned again, throwing the towel into the bathroom and going over to his closet to look for clothes. "Do you know why Alfred woke us up so early?"

"Nope!" Timmy called, jumping off the bed and walking over to stand behind his older brother. He was already dressed in school clothes, Dick noticed, though lacking shoes.

"But I was already awake, so it didn't matter to me!"

"Lucky you." Dick sighed, pulling out pants and his dark blue blazer. He really didn't like his school uniform much, but he could tolerate it, unlike Jason.

"Maybe Alfred has a surprise for us." Timmy suggested, crawling past Dick and beginning to dig through his closet. Despite being two years younger than Dick, who was thirteen, Timmy was already as tall as his older brother and enjoyed stealing his clothes.

"Can I have this?" He asked, holding up some article of clothing.

Dick looked up from buttoning his pants to see a blue shirt hanging in front of his face.

"No."

"Dang it!"

"Why would you want that anyway?" Dick asked struggling to pull his undershirt over his head. He was fairly competent at dressing with only one arm, but it still wasn't always the easiest.

"I dunno, cause I can?"

"Klepto." Dick muttered, buttoning up his white dress shirt. "Hey, hand me my blazer."

"Don't call it that!" Timmy shrieked, throwing the blazer so that it landed on Dick's head.

"Why not?"

"Cause it sounds weird!"

"How does it sound weird?"

"I dunno, it just does!"

"You're weird." Dick stuck his arm in the blazer and pulled it up to his shoulder with his teeth. Then he reached over his shoulder and tried to grab the other side, but ended up spinning around in a circle.

"Gah!"

"Here." Timmy pulled the other side of the jacket over and handed it to Dick.

"Thanks." Dick muttered.

He finished dressing – while Timmy got lost in his closet – and then stood in front of his mirror, slowly but expertly tying his tie. He reached over and tucked his empty right sleeve in his blazer pocket, sighing inwardly as he did, but he was used to it now, after four years. He looked over himself, his hair still sticking up all over the place, but he'd have Bruce fix it, because, even though Dick could do it himself with only a little trouble, Bruce was still better at it. His right side looked almost empty, as it always did without an arm, but he was used to that sight as well.

He often wished he could just wear the robotic arm that Batman had made Robin, but he knew he couldn't. It was one of things that would just be too obvious with his secret identity. Everyone knew that Dick Grayson had lost his arm and leg in the trapeze "accident" and the presence of a fully functional, near perfect robotic arm would be more than a little suspicious. Sure Bruce Wayne was one of the richest men in the world and would probably do anything to try and fix his ward, but such limbs were hard to find and the appearance of one on a normal civilian, no matter how wealthy and esteemed, would no doubt warrant an investigation. Said investigation would lead much too close to Batman for comfort. So it was, Robin had two arms, Dick Grayson had one. No one would suspect they were one in the same.

"Dick, stop looking at yourself!" Timmy cried, grabbing his older brother's arm and pulling him to the door, Ace getting up and trotting behind. "You're such a girl! 'Sides, breakfast's ready and Damian and Jason will eat it all if we don't hurry!"

"I'm pretty sure Jason's still asleep." Dick sighed, letting his brother pull him to the door.

"Master Jason! Don't make me come in there!"

"Yep, told ya. And I need to get my school work!"

"Get it later!" Timmy argued, yanking harder until Dick finally gave in and let himself be pulled downstairs, nearly tripping as his prosthetic leg sometimes proved to be hard to walk on, unlike his Robin leg, as it had no mobility of its own.

"Good morning, Master Richard, Timothy." Alfred greeted them.

"Hey, Alfie! Ooo, pancakes! I'm starving!" Timothy immediately sat down at the large table where Damian was already eating, the eighteen-year-old having five pancakes already on his plate and with the looks of reaching for more. Dick sat down next to his younger brother, who was already shoveling down pancakes and sausage faster than Wally.

"Not so fast, Master Timothy." Alfred shook his head and disappeared into the kitchen, coming back out a moment later with orange juice which he set on the table next to the stack of pancakes.

"Hey, Damian." Dick greeted, watching his oldest brother look up from the papers he had in his hand, nodding to Dick, before burying his head back in the stack. He was working on his college work from home until he could decide which high-end school he wanted to attend.

"Master Jason is still not up." Alfred grumbled and Dick watched head back for the stairs.

"I'll get him." Dick sighed, getting up again and heading for the stairs. "I'll get Bruce up too, if he isn't already."

Dick climbed back up the stairs, planning to head back to his room and get his school work when he ran into a large, black chest.

"Oh, good morning Dick." It was Bruce, dressed in a nice black suit and looking still half asleep.

"Morning Bruce. Hey, Jay, wake up!" Dick shouted, skirting around his guardian and pounding on his older 'brothers' door.

"Mm, yeah, up Jason." Bruce raised his voice, also hitting his wards door.

"I'm up!" Came an angry shout, followed by the sound of something hitting the door on the other side.

Dick laughed, heading to his own room where he quickly located his backpack and began shoving things, neatly, into the pocket, careful not to crinkle his papers. Once he was done he zipped it up and hurried back out the door, beginning to worry that Timmy might eat all the pancakes. That kid had an appetite to rival a speedster's.

Passing Jason's room, Dick suddenly felt himself pulled backwards and he yelped as a strong arm wrapped around his torso and lifted him off the ground.

"Attractive scream there, Dickie."

"Shut up." Dick mumbled struggling to get free. "You surprised me!"

Jason laughed and spun around, his brother still wrapped in his arms.

"Nice bed head." He smirked, bending down before heading down the stairs, Dick still held to his chest.

"Shut up and put me down." Dick muttered, twisting in an attempt to turn around and glare at his older brother. The guy wouldn't know personal space if it hit him in the head. Though he wasn't as bad as Timmy; that kid didn't know the meaning of privacy when dressing.

"Morning Alfie!" Jason called throwing what Dick assumed to be his schoolbag on a chair and bending over and grabbing a pancake from Timmy's plate.

"Ah, Master Jason, finally decided to grace us with your presence?" Alfred asked sarcastically while Timmy glared up at Jason.

"Well why'd you get us up so early to begin with?" Jason grumbled, setting Dick down gently, but not gently enough as he stumbled before Jason grabbed his arm to steady him.

"To answer your question, Master Jason, I will require everyone to be seated and to be attentive." Alfred glared down at Timmy who was, at the moment, making his pancakes have some kind of war with his sausage. Dick laughed at his brother's antics before sitting down next to him, quickly reaching for food before Jason could get it.

Jason sat down next to Dick, reaching across him and grabbing the orange juice from the younger boy's hand, earning him a smack on the head. Jason in turn threatened to pour orange juice on Dick's head while Dick fended him off with his fork.

The two had been extremely close ever since Bruce had brought Dick home from Juvie, only a week removed from the hospital with only two limbs and the death of his parents still fresh in his mind. Jason, despite his bad boy attitude, had somehow instantly bonded with the boy, with little or no trying on his part. Since then, Jason had taken it upon himself to, as he put it, 'protect' his little brother from 'the horrors of the world', which was hard to do with someone who'd fallen nearly to their death and came out as a double amputee. But then again, Jason was mostly talking about girls and dating.

"Jay, Dick, stop!" Timmy whispered, throwing bits of sausage at his brothers. "Alfred's not gonna tell why he woke us up if we're not paying attention."

Dick looked up to see the butler glaring at him and he quickly covered a smile and reached for the syrup.

"Ah, Master Bruce, just in time."

Four heads turned to the doorway where Bruce stood, his face haggard and his hair still a mess. The man shuffled into the kitchen and made a beeline to where Dick knew Alfred kept the coffee.

"Master Bruce, right here sir." Alfred directed, pointing to the head of the table where there was food and coffee already set out for the billionaire.

"Thanks, Alfred. Good morning boys."

They all replied with varying degrees of enthusiasm before turning back to Alfred expectantly.

"Well, now that you are all here, I assume you would like to know why I woke you up, as Bruce put it: 'at some ungodly hour of the morning'."

There were several snickers and an approving nod from Jason; everyone knew Bruce wasn't a morning person.

"The reason," Alfred continued, "Is standing behind me in the kitchen, cleaning up the mess from breakfast. Her name is Skye and she is the new housekeeper."

Startled looks were quickly passed between the three youngest boys, while Damian only glanced up briefly from his papers before glancing back down again. Bruce looked unperturbed by this, but of course he was expected to have known about it as he was the one paying her.

"Miss Skye," Alfred called into the kitchen. "They are ready to meet you."

Dick craned his head around Timmy's to see a young woman, probably nineteen or twenty, come out of the kitchen, an apron around her waist and a towel in her hand. She was actually rather attractive, for an old lady, Dick couldn't help thinking, and he saw Jason perk up at the sight of her and Damian put down his paper and stare. Once she entered the room, Bruce stood up and walked over to stand beside her, giving a small batglare to all the staring faces before smiling slightly and introducing her – again.

"Skye is here," he began, "To assist Alfred with the housework and cooking as well as to serve as the gardener. Don't worry," he added, looking pointedly at Jason and Dick. "She has undergone an extensive background check of which I'm sure she was thrilled." Everyone knew the story of the previous housekeeper who'd turned out to be a jewel thief in disguise. They also knew how it had been Dick and Jason who had caught him in the end.

Skye smiled at them, Dick noticing her gaze rested slightly longer on him, or more particularly his right side where his flattened sleeve hung down from his blazer. He was used to people staring at him, especially when he wore shorts or a t-shirt (something he avoided doing as much as possible) but that didn't make it any less annoying and frustrating. Skye quickly looked away, though, and made no move as to if she'd seen anything out of the ordinary. Because of that, Dick gave her a point up on his liking-a-person scale.

"Now," Bruce continued. "I expect you all to be polite to Miss Skye and to respect her. That means no pranks." He looked pointedly at Dick and Jason – again. "And no scaring her on purpose." This time the glare was directed at Timmy. That kid had a flare for dramatics and had, on more than one occasion, scared someone into thinking he'd died or was on the brink of death. He claimed he was training to be an actor.

"Also, don't purposely make extra work for her," Bruce scanned his gaze over all his children. "Or flirt with her, or fight with her, or lock her up anywhere, or purposely cause her to get lost, or-" He stopped, glancing briefly at Skye's worried face. "Um, just be good and be nice." He finally decided, nodding and sitting back down.

There was a rather uncomfortable silence until Jason stood up and grabbed his bag off the chair. His school uniform, as always, was open in the front showing his white shirt and sloppily tied tie. His hair was messy, though purposely so, and he looked like he was trying to abide by the dress code as least as possible, which was true.

"Well, gotta go. School. Come on Tim, Dick, we have to pick up Barbara."

"Not so fast." Alfred called as the two other boys stood and made for the door. "Introduce yourself to Miss Skye."

"Jason." Jason yelled, already out the door.

"I'm Tim." Timmy piped up. "But you can call me Timmy, or T, or Drake, or T Drake, or whatever. I'm adaptable."

"I'm Dick."

"I'm Damian. It's nice to meet you."

"Dick, Tim, let's go!" Jason's voice shouted from somewhere outside.

"Coming!" Timmy shouted. His uniform was in nicer order than Jason's and his hair was nice, though it was far shorter than Jason's, so it usually looked somewhat nice. "Bye Bruce, bye Alfie, bye Skye, Bye Dami!" And then he ran out the door.

"Timmy, shoes!" Bruce called.

Timmy ran back in and grabbed his shoes. "Heh heh. Bye again!"

"Bye Bruce!" Dick called, slipping on his shoes and flattening down his hair as best as possible (so much for having Bruce gel it) before following his little brother out the door. Ace trotted over to the door as well where he stood and watched his master leave. "Bye Alfred, Damian, Skye."

He turned around just in time to see Damian talking to Skye, an enraptured look on his face, before Jason honked the horn of his car, a black sports car that he was extremely proud of, and Dick stumbled down the steps and hurried to climb in, annoyed that Timmy had already claimed shotgun.

oOo

Once they'd gotten to school, Barbara in tow, they all split off, Timmy heading towards the middle school wing of the building and Dick, Barbara and Jason heading for the opposite wing. Jason quickly veered off towards his friends and Dick and Barbara stuck together as they headed for their first classes.

"Finish that project for history yet?" Barbara asked, turning the dial to her locker as she spoke.

"Nah, I'm still stuck on my subject since it sucks." Dick replied, forcefully yanking open his locker door (it tended to stick) and deposited his backpack before grabbing out a few books.

"Yeah, same. I mean I haven't finished it yet; my subjects okay."

"Lucky." Dick sighed, hefting his books higher up in his arm before kicking his locker shut and turning towards his first classroom.

"See you at lunch!" Barbara called, heading in the opposite direction.

"Yeah."

As it turned out, lunch couldn't come soon enough.

Dick was smart. Really smart. So smart that he'd skipped ahead and was now a freshman, despite being only thirteen. He was also in a few advanced classes, namely math and science. Being a freshman was hard enough for most people, but when you'd skipped up a grade and were already small to begin with, it was all the more difficult. Add that to the fact that you were missing a couple limbs and were the ward of the richest man in Gotham, you were just begging to be picked on.

Dick could handle school work well enough in class, though he tended to get antsy sometimes as he didn't enjoy sitting still for so long for something as boring as school. Just because he was smart didn't mean he liked lectures. Writing could sometimes prove a problem, but Dick had learned to write with his left hand – he'd had to – and his handwriting wasn't too bad. Still, whenever he could he either had one of his brothers write for him or he used the computer (though that was slow).

He wasn't picked on often, as most were scared of Jason, but there always the quiet remarks and whisperings behind his back. He was used to this too, but, like everything else, he wished it would go away. Sure, it wasn't the norm for a kid to only have one arm and leg, but that didn't mean one had to stare. Dick took with grace, as it was in his personality and upbringing, and even answered questions about to some extent, but he was thirteen and sometimes wished he could just be normal. Or at least whole. Of course, his brothers and Bruce were really good about it and were good at ignoring his disabilities so it wasn't that bad most the time. And of course when he was Robin, he was whole, to some extent, even it came at a price.

By the time lunch had come around, Dick was rather fed up with the taunts and was glad when he could sit down next to Barbara and Timmy, who didn't have many friends his own age (most kids thought he was kind of weird) and talk to them without them constantly staring at his right shoulder.

"And then I told him that the square root of and imaginary number is negative one and he looked at me funny and told that an imaginary number is a number that doesn't exist and that it was a joke and that I was too smart and should go shove my face in a trashcan and so I told that would be gross and he said that was the point and then I walked away cause he's dumb." Timmy smiled, apparently happy with his story.

"And you wonder why you don't have friends." Dick joked, smirking when Timmy stuck out his tongue.

"I don't wanna be friends with the people in my class anyway. They're all dumb."

"Tim, don't call people dumb." Barbara admonished, taking a bit of her sandwich.

"Why not?" Jason had just walked over and sat down between Dick and Timmy.

"Because then he'll turn out like you!" Barbara answered, glaring at the older boy. Their relationship was an amusing one, to say the least. The whole Wayne family treated Barbara like a sister, and Jason took it upon himself to act as her teasing older brother.

"And why's that so bad?"

"Shut up, Jason."

And so the day carried on until they all returned to their homes where their family was waiting. But not in a sappy way, of course. Heaven forbid it be in anyway sappy, Timothy. Their family was an unusual one, but a good one, according to everyone concerned (yet again, not sappy, Tim). So, that being said, I will now commence in telling you tales of the Batfamily, as some call it, that I hope will be to your enjoyment. Hence follows those tales, some happy, some sad, some just plain ridiculous (those will likely be about Timmy) but all positively one hundred percent true, unless otherwise tampered with by Jason.

A/N: There it is! Yes, I told you it's AU. But I personally like it! And about Skye: she's only there to act as a sort of motherly figure so no worries about her being a Mary Sue-ish character.

So, please review and feel free to request things! I have some ideas lined up, but will most likely use yours at some point if you submit some! Also, any ideas for a title?

Alex out.