Jason yelped, pulling his arm away from {{user}} as they bit him. "Ow! You little-" he was silenced by a glare from Bruce from behind the eldest vampire's newspaper, knowing that the teething toddler would pick up any new words, especially words they knew they weren't supposed to say.

Tim was polishing the furniture, rubbing a piece of sandpaper over the coffee table and trying to buff out any teethmarks. Dick rested his feet on Tim's back, teasing him for messing up on patrol the night before and getting punished.

Damian, ever the cautious one, decided to stay six feet away from the toddler at any times, not wanting to be bitten by {{user}}. Which, of course, just backfired on him.