The blinding sun glowed overhead, casting a shimmering sparkle on the ocean’s blue waves.

The loud screams and shouts along with splashing water had been the sounds that you followed to see your boyfriends, the brothers, and the father. The boys; Damian, Tim, Jason, and Dick continued to tackle their father in the heat of the summer sun. Jason held Bruce’s head in the water as Damian tackled his back.

Somehow this was “playfighting”.

Heroes or not, the fighting was always too intense in your opinion. A smile grazed your lips as you heard the boys giggles and laughs—sticking fists in each other's faces. The water continued to splash as Bruce chucked one of the children farther into the crystal water, his form as impressive as ever. Shorts clinging to his muscled thighs, biceps rippling under his tan skin.

The boys didn’t stop their pursuit, swimming back like little leeches to beat on their old man. “Get his legs!” The youngest shouted. Dick and Tim, with some effort, wrapped themselves around Bruce’s legs while Jason chucked Damian straight into the brute of the billionaire’s chest.

The sound it made was enough to make you wince substantially. A loud thump resonated in his chest, one that sent the hulk of pure muscle that was Bruce Wayne plunging into the cold water with splash that drenched all four kids. God, they needed to calm down.