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[batboysoneshots]

Dreaming

Thought of this idea, from season 2 episode 2 of BAS perchance to dream.

Summary: Bruce finds himself in another dreamworld curtesy of Jervis Tech. This time its with his sons.

Third person pov...

In the ethereal realm of Jervis Tech's dreamworld, Bruce Wayne awoke to a reality both familiar and foreign. He was met with the sight of four young boys, they were sitting by his bedside.

Groaning at the dull pain in his head the man started to sit up, he held his aching head still looking at his four sons, confused as to why they were there.

Dick was on his left, Jason on his right, Tim was next to Dick and Damian was next to Jason, He looked around at each of their faces.

To further his confusion they looked younger and happy, the air around them felt relaxed and not at dark. Dick still had his signature hair style but looked 16 again.

Jason of course still had his short black hair but didn't have the white strike from the lazarus pit nor any scars, he looked about 14.

Tim's hair was shorter and held in place at the bottom of tims neck with a hair band, Bruce had never seen him with his hair tied up like it before. He looked around 12.

Damian looked alot younger than Bruce ever remembered seeing him, his hair was the same the spikes were the same, his face was rounder and less sharp, he had an air of joy like a child should, he looked around 8.

All the man could do was sit and stare at his sons, they'd not woken up when he moved which of course surprised the overly paranoid man, by now the boys would have noticed him awake.

A feeling of unease settled into the man's stomach, he then decided to wake up Dick first, he reached over and shook the teens shoulder, the boy gave a sleeping grumble before rubbing his eyes.

As he did he froze, before looking at the man. His jaw opened in shock before a wide smile broke out across his face. "Your awake!" He yells effectively waking the other three up.

Jason was up next leaping a foot in his seat. Tim was to his feet and leaning over dick in seconds and Damian jumped onto him and was trying to superglue himself to the man.

Bruce's blue eyes widened as he was grabbed by the four boys, each were worried as they held him, Dick was gripping his hand, Jason was holding his bicep gently.

Tim was gripping his leg tightly while Damain has wiggled his way up and was hugging his waist, he absently ran a hand through the boys hair feeling the child relax under his hand.

'Somethings wrong here' he thought in his mind, he'd been more hurt than this before but he'd never seen his sons act like this before (though dicks reaction was normal anyway).

Then to his luck the door to the room opened and in walked Alfred, the Butler had a gentle smile on his face he saw that Bruce was awake. "Alfred" he spoke the Butler nodded his head before putting down the tray.

He then clapped his hands effectively gaining the four boys attention. "Now boys, I know you were worried about master Bruce, but I'm sure he would like to get dressed, ans he cant very well do that with you hanging on him like a couple of monkeys can he?" he tells them motioning towards the door.

Each if the boys gave a longing look to Bruce before he gave them a smile which settled all of them, one by one they reluctantly left the room though Damian didn't want to leave his father.

After a little bribing and coercion by his two eldest Damian was dragged out and downstairs.

Once the door was shut Bruce let out a long sigh, his head was still aching. Alfred handed him the glass of water from the tray.

"Thanks Alfred"

"Of course. Sir"

Once he was finished with the drink he turned to Alfred the man had just opened the curtains up. "Alfred, what happend to me?" He asks the question he'd wanted to know since he woke up in bed.

Alfred finished with the curtains and turned back to the Black haired man. "Why sir don't you remember? Last night you were playing basket ball outside, when the ball got caught in the net so you climbed up and grabbed it, you lost your balance and fell backwards hitting your head rather hard on the ground" explained Alfred

"Basketball, who was i playing with?" Asks Bruce, the question surprises Alfred. "Why your sons of course master Bruce" he tells the confused man.

The man's blue eyes widened. "Basketball, why would we play that  I haven't played since Dick was a kid" this makes the Butler raise his eyebrows in surprise.

It was true, he hadn't set foot in the Basketball court since Dick was Robin, they'd played a game together both enjoying it.

"Why sir, it was Saturday afternoon, you always play basketball with the young masters, arw you all right sir?" Alfred asks visibly concerned for the man as Bruce turned paler paler every minute.

Bruce shook his head trying to clear his head. "I don't know Alfred, maybe I hit my head harder than I thought" the billionaire muttered more to himself than Alfred.

The old man looks at Bruce in concern before nodding his head. "Very good sir, I shall be in the kitchen making breakfast" Alfred closes the door as he leaves.

Bruce stares at the place Alfred was lost if thought. "What the hell was that" he muttered to himself, he couldn't remember anything that happend yesterday.

Shaking his head he pushed himself from the soft mattress and over to his wardrobe, he then git dressed in a black tshirt and grey trousers once dressed he walked out of the room and into the manor.

"I wonder if anything else has changed" he wondered outloud as he walked down the long hall.

The end!

Hope you liked this long oneshot, might do a part 2 if I feel like it bit we will see  sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count : 1057

[egophiliac]

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[takeyourdailydoseofcyanide]

asking for help always makes things worse

[nostalgiasoup]