The babysitter

Three

"Hello, Mr. Pennyworth." I said as he opened the door. Alfred smiled and took my coat, hanging it up with the rest.

"Master Bruce will be here shortly to explain your day to day routine and give you the rules that you and the boys must follow." Alfred walks off and I follow him having nothing else to do.

Alfred walks down the halls and to a living room, where it had three boys. The youngest one looked around seven, the next one looked about sixteen and the oldest looked twenty-one. As Alfred and I walked in they all stopped talking and looked at me. I pulled down my blouse and wiped my hands on my jeans. I had on my nicest pair of shoes which were three year old converse and my hair was half up-half down. I waved a hand but wanted to hide behind Alfred. "Hey."

"Hey," the oldest replies, "you must be Perseus, the babysitter, I'm Dick, that's Tim and Damian."

"Hi." I nodded to all three of them, my eyes glancing at all three.

Damian was wearing a white shirt and simple blue jeans. His black hair styles so if was a bit spiky. His blue eyes glared at me. "You will refer to me as sir, and will not speak until your spoken to."

I raised an eyebrow as I looked at the other two. Damian was the only one that gave me rich spoiled vibes. Dick was wearing a black shirt with faded words on them with icey blue eyes. His jean's were brand new and hair black that was all over the place. "Ignore him, he's grumpy, he hasn't had his nap."

"I am ten years old. I do not need a nap, Grayson." Damian growls. Wow, he's very small for a ten year old.

"Ten?" I asked surprised as I sat on the seat closet to where I was standing, pushing myself as close to the arm rest as possible.

"Yes. Is that a problem for you? A bit too young to be babysat by you? How old are you anyway?" Damian clicked his tongue.

"I'm nineteen. And your just the right age." I smirked at him before remembering that I'm at a job. This isn't relax time, this is work time.

"I'm sixteen, so you don't need to babysit me." Tim smirked at Damian, then going back to his phone. The middle boy was wearing a blue long sleeve shirt that was hiding bandages very well and black sweatpants. He also had blue eyes, with dark purple bags underneath, which would have made me think they were all biological, but Dick as Tim were adopted. I knew that much. It was all the news played for a month after a kid got adopted/announced. I knew there was Jason, but knew better to bring it up.

"Yeah, just need to make sure you actually go to bed." Dick ruffled Tim's hair. Tim whined and swatted Dick's hand away before going back to typing rapidly on his phone.

It wasn't till I was looking around that I saw Alfred had left. The living room was rather spacious and wasn't very decorated. There was a fire place with a mantle that had three vases and a picture. A large couch made an L, with a love seat on the other side, facing the small end in the couch. They were both a dark leather.

"Sorry for the wait, Perseus," Bruce came in. I stood up and shook his hand.

"It's Percy, actually." I smiled a little bit and nodded.

"Sorry, Percy, we can talk in my office as I give you a run down." Bruce started to walk out and I followed him. "Alfred will give you a map so you know the layout and the only room that you can't go in is my office."

"Alright, office is off limits." I repeated.

Bruce opened the door and gestured me to sit down. He sat down in his seat. "You will watch over Tim and Damian, make sure they go to bed, do their homework, stay out of trouble. You will pick them up and drop them off at school when they go back in the fall."

"Okay, what do I do if it's an emergency?" I asked.

Bruce folded his hands in front of him. "You can handle it, and if it's dire, then you can contact me or Alfred. I assume you still have our numbers?"

"Yes, sir." I nodded.

"Good. There will be more details when you met up with Alfred. And we will have rules for the boys and you to follow printed up."

"Okay, thank you." I nodded again.

"That's all. Go acquaint yourself with the boys." Bruce unfolded his hands and started on paper work.

I looked around awkwardly for two seconds then got up and went outside. After closing the door I followed what I remembered about getting there and ended up in the living room. The three boys were still there and talking. Well, Dick was talking while Tim was typing away and Damian was ignoring him. I sat in my seat before. "So, what do you do for fun?"

"Play video games." Tim shrugged and continued to type on his phone.

"I'd rather not tell you since it's not usually appropriate for a ten year old." Damian huffed and crossed his arms.

"Well, not usually. You have no idea what my childhood is like." I shrugged, wanting to know how to connect with him.

"I don't participate in poor people games or activities." Damian rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue.

"Be nice, Dami," Dick rolled his eyes, "Just pretend she's your friend, it will be easier for everyone."

"I don't have friends, Grayson. Tch."

"Then, I'll be your first." I suggested.

Damian shrugged, " Tch."

"He likes to go to the carnival, play video games and he likes to draw." Dick answered.

"I was never a good artist but carnival and video games sound fun." I smiled, "Wait, how are those not ten year old appropriate?"

"Those are only some of my hobbies." Damian answered shortly.

"Alright, not even gonna ask." I shrug. Knowing that if Bruce wasn't okay with it, he would have stopped it by now. Or one of his brothers.

"Good idea." Dick laughs.

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