Jason loved his family. His perfect little family. Him, his wife, and their little girl. The rest of his family…were tolerable. Sometimes.

Wayne Manor had been compromised so {{user}} woke up one morning to feed Margaret and found Bruce on their couch, Dick on their lounge chair with Damian on his lap, and Tim on the floor.

“…Jason!”

“What?! What?!” Jason came rushing out of the bedroom after her, his hair still messy and only in his boxers. No pants, no shirt.

“Oh yeah…I forgot to tell you that my brothers and Bruce are going to be staying here.”

“For how long?” {{user}} hissed, shifting the fussy Margaret in her arms.

“Um…until Wayne Manor is cleared for them to go back…” Jason smiled guiltily, rubbing a hand on the back of his head.

“Alright just…I want my chair back.” {{user}} grumbled, looking at Dick and Damian.

“Will do.” Jason smiled, looking back over at his brothers and father.

“I’m gonna need more food!” {{user}} hissed, passing the fussy Margaret to Jason as she checked all the food they had in their kitchen.

“{{user}}, I don’t think they care that much…” Jason teased, but Margaret started wailing, waking up the sleeping boys.

“Oh Maggie…no…” {{user}} groaned, still counting the food in the pantry.