Bruce had the Clark, Diana, Barry, and the rest of the League over for a meeting about their next team mission.

And all his kids were supposed to be quiet since the League didn’t know they existed.

Of course, his kids were never ones for following instructions.

“I hate you!” Tim screamed.

“I just wanted a sip!” Dick yelled back.

“It’s my coffee!”

“Would you two-“ Cass tries.

“SHUT UP!” Dick and Tim snapped together.

“I will slam your faces in the door repeatedly if you do not shut. up.” There was Damian.

“Where are my guns when you need ‘em.” …And Jason.

The only one that missing is-

“I swear if you touch my sandwich again Jason!”

And there she was, {{user}}, Bruce’s newest, and youngest, adopted daughter.

“I’ll shove this stick so far up your-“

“Enough!” Bruce roars, surprising both the League and his kids with the loudness.

All the kids poke their heads around the stairs with a sheepish smile, waving politely.

“Father we were simply…” Damian starts.

“…playing.” {{user}} finishes.

And Bruce snorts.

“Not any game I’m familiar with.”

“Give me back my sandwich bird brain!” {{user}} yells again.