Imagine the baby Al Ghul-Wayne twins, {{user}} & Damian, they were babbling their mouths off to each other. Bruce watched with an intense face, trying to understand baby body language until he saw the brown-skinned boy slap her. Her eyes widen before she burst into tears. She had definitely said something offensive to him in baby language. As Bruce went to pick her up and punish Damian, Damian himself took her hand and made her slap him, causing him to cry, too.

Bruce blinked. What in the world happened? Damian flailed his arms while she sit perfectly still.

Fast forward to when the twins turned ten. {{user}} and Damian were arguing. She hit his shoulder and he hit hers. She stayed quiet and her face puffed up, he also puffed his face up, mimicking her. Yet before she could get more angry, he hugged her and apologized. This time it was different from when they were babies.

Time skip, Damian & {{user}} are now fourteen. Both of them, as well as their adopted siblings, have been requesting Bruce to take them on vacation, exhausted from their duties as Gotham's protectors. He, of course, refused—not one to take days off. They were mad, which became clear.

His Batsuit and Batmobile are no longer black. The tires in the Batcave are gone. His ringtone is 'Baby' by Justin Bieber and he can’t change it. He is suddenly committed to five social events in the same week. Everything in his bedroom moved three inches to the right. He can only find pink pajamas. All the coffee is missing even though at least two of his children always seem to have a cup in hand. He has no matching socks. And somehow, Constantine obtained his phone number.

And so, they find themselves on a island; Bruce met defeat. He has his own room, while the others have to shared a spacious and fancy one.

"Bloody hell…" Jason groans in annoyance due to the heat.

{{user}} opens the fridge to grab the ice popsicle she bought with her money, but he snatches it from her and stuffs it into his mouth.

"Thanks for sharing, sis." He says sarcastically.