a/n: Language warning… Jason. Surprise, surprise.
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“I’m Batman.” A straight, serious delivery. Dick stood with his head high and his shoulders square, confidence hanging from his frame like the well-worn cape. Having donned the cowl the night previous, he’d had plenty of recent practice. He was believable in every detail.
“Fuck that. I’m Batman.” The statement was cavalier but declared with no less confidence. Jason voice was naturally deeper than Dick’s and he didn’t have to exaggerate to match Bruce’s range. The cowl didn’t quite fit right thought and he’d chosen to stick with the red on grey combination, making it his own.
“You guys are losers. I’m Batman.” Tim had put on a late growth spurt and although he wasn’t nearly as tall as his brothers, he made an impressive presentation. The suit was solid black and professionally crafted and his lean muscles had grown in mass over the summer. Bruce wondered wistfully when his boy had grown into a man.
Cass flipped them off and then pointed with enthusiasm to herself. The platform boots gave her an extra five inches in height and she certainly had presence. She’d comically acquired a chest plate with a six pack fashioned out of plastic and thrust back her shoulders, emphasizing her physique. Then she flexed her biceps proudly. Bruce grinned.
Damian crossed his arms and glowered, clad comfortably in his Robin costume, daring his father to question his choice. He’d refused to participate in the farce, stating with an edge to his voice that someday he would be Batman. Pretending was ridiculous.
There was a pause. Then from behind them, Alfred cleared his throat. None of them had realized he’d joined them. He too was wearing the cape and cowl he used for emergency rescues. Dick started laughing. Jason snorted. Tim and Cass both smiled. Damian looked as if he was ready to murder the butler.
“You too, Alfred?” Bruce was thoroughly enjoying the theatrics.
“Always be yourself, sir.”