-WHOO! I survived the week! I've actually been working on this part for about a month, but kept getting distracted. But here it finally is, ENJOY!-
Ages:
Damian - 26
Stephanie - 21
Tim - 21
Jason - 18
Barbara - 17
Dick - 13
"Thanks for this, man"
"I didn't have much of a choice." Dick replied. "Not with Rain like that, and especially not with the Zetabeams down."
"I heard that Gotham sees a lot of rain, but I didn't picture this much." Kaldur told him.
"It's not usually this bad, trust me." Dick replied, stripping his jacket.
Wally tugged off his soaked-through sneakers. "My theory is that Weather Wizard would rather deal with the bats than the Flashes."
"Yeah, anyone would rather not deal with you." Artemis replied.
"I... I walked into that one." The redhead conceded.
"Sure did."
The redhead turned and lit up. "TIM! Howsitgoin'?"
"I'm fine, but I see you guys aren't doing to good, though."
"We got caught in the storm." Dick said.
"Sucks." Jason leaned in the doorway. "Dad didn't say you had a playdate today."
Dick rolled his eyes. "The Zetas are down because of the storm. Can you tell Alfred we have guests?"
"Alfred probably knows, he's omnipotent."
"Who's Alfred?" M'gann asked.
"Trust me, you'll find out soon." Dick said. "C'mon, lets put our stuff in the bathroom so it doesn't get the floor wet."
The teens shed their waterlogged outer-layers and hung them in the nearest washroom, and at Dick's direction, they shuddered into the drawing room.
"Hey Dick, Can Alfie get us some tea or hot chocolate or something?" Wally asked.
"Yeah, totally." Dick replied. "Ill get everyone some towels too. How many of you need a change of clothes?"
"Do you.. have a change of clothes?"
"Well I'm men's extra small, Tim is small or medium, Jay is medium, Damian and Bruce are either medium, large or extra large. Just take your pick. We even have some of Batgirl or Spoiler's clothes lying around."
"Can I have some?" Artemis asked. "Woman's medium."
"Me too." Wally added. "Except, men's medium."
"My clothing will be fine." Kaldur replied.
M'gann agreed. "I'm fine, but if i could get a towel or a something?"
"Gotcha, gotcha." Dick agreed. "Conner?"
The teen was sopping wet, having never worn a jacket. "I don't like wearing other people's clothes."
"I'll ask Jay or Dami if they have anything in your size." Dick told them. "Thermostat's there if you need it. Blankets. I'll be right back." He tossed some blankets at them on his way out.
"Hey Dickie boy, I heard you've got some pals over." He lurched forwards from the slap on the back.
"Yeah- hey Steph can my friend borrow a hairdryer?"
"Is it an emergency?"
"Well her clothing only shape-shifts, so she can't change into dry clothes."
"Fine." The blonde agreed. "What else?"
"Well the whole gang's over, so we need towels. ALSO- Artemis, Wally and Conner need dry clothes."
"I'll ask Barb and Tim."
"And Jason."
"Ew. Who wants to share clothes with Jason?"
"You're right, I'll ask Damian." Dick continued on to the kitchen, drumming up his best puppy eyes. "Alfred, me and the team got caught in the storm, and the zetatubes are down so I brought them home..."
"Would you and your friends like some hot chocolate?"
"Yesplease." Dick said.
Alfred put a pot on the stove and splashed milk in it. "Has master Bruce said that your team can stay over?"
Dick shook his head. "We're just holding up in the living room for now."
"I'll bring your friends a snack."
"Thank you." Dick said. He checked if Alfred knew where Damian was, and he went down to the cave. "Dami, can you lend Superboy some clothes?"
"No."
Dick took that as the go ahead to steal Damian's clothes. He was on the way downstairs with an armful of clothes when he passed Stephanie, also carrying a handful of clothes and a hairdryer.
"Did you get Demon's permission."
"Did you get Tim and Babs permission?"
They both stayed silent and paced into the living room. Alfred had already taken over as the nanny, he was swaddling the team in towels, serving them hot cocoa and chastising these teens he'd never met for getting all cold and muddy in the storm.
"We got clothes. M'gann, you can borrow Stephanie's hairdryer. Oh, guys, these are Stephanie and Alfred, Steph and Alfred; guys." Dick explained.
"Here, You'll want to use setting three cause it's kinda old." Steph passed over the machine. "An outfit for Barry's nephew."
"Steph, you've known me for years." Wally took the clothes.
"...and an outfit for Oliver Queens new brat. Well, it's not quite an outfit, but it is clothing." Stephanie admitted, giving the shuddering Artemis Babs' clothing.
"And who are you? Bruce Wayne only has four kids and they all look the same." Artemis asked, examining the clothes.
"Steph, way to go finding the worst clothes for me!" Wally exclaimed.
"Tim's clothes all look like that!" She defended.
Dick, meanwhile, was working with Alfred against the stubbornest force in the room. "Dude, we have clothes in your size that are clean and look decent."
"I don't need dry clothes."
"You will if you plan to stay on that sofa, young man."
"They're right, Conner." M'gann shouted over the hairdryer. "Your clothes are getting everything soaked."
"It's fine."
Wally, who was already undressing (he trusted everyone in that room too much), rolled his eyes. "Dude, just take the clothes."
"I'm FINE."
Everyone on the team knew that once Conner got his mind set on something, he would die on that hill. He'd rather go back out in the storm then put on the nice, warm, dry clothes being offered to him.
Luckily, Alfred had raised two generations of bats and was having NONE of that. "You're going to take these clothes. Once I've brought your snack in, I hope to find all of you in dry clothes."
Conner took the clothes.
Dick and his pals shooed the other two out and began changing clothes. They'd been comfortable changing in front of each other for quite a while. M'gann and Kaldur dried their clothes, making a point of not watching their teammates so they didn't feel self-conscious.
The outfit Wally squirmed into was made up of black sweat pants and a red sweatshirt, but it fit him weird since he was about as skinny as Tim, probably skinnier, but he was also a few inches taller.
Damian's clothes barely fit the Superboy, Damian's chest was admittedly smaller than his, but his hips were wider (because he worked out, he wasn't cloned with muscles).
Barbara's outfit didn't fit Artemis at all, Babs was not only older (and more developed) than her, but she had built more muscle. The shirt and jeans were built for someone shorter and buffer, not Artemis' scrawny, awkward, 5"9 teenage body.
Dick got into his pyjama pants and sent hus sister a voice memo to bring down a belt for Conner and clothes that fit Artemis.
Steph opened the door a crack and tossed clothing inside, not wanting to see ANY of them changing. Artemis wasn't pleased that her alternative was a dress, but it fit her much better than the other outfit. Conner was still sulking about not wanting to accept help from anyone.
Alfred barely knocked, but its fine. he always got timing perfect. He brought the teens a snack, refilling their hot cocoa. He was subtly pleased to see that Superboy had been good and given in to the power of Pennyworth.
Alfred draped a blanket over M'gann's shoulders. Having the boys' friends over was usually a lot worse, but Dick's teenage companions still had enough baby fat that their complaining and trouble-making bordered on endearing. "Will your team be staying the night?"
Rain thundered against the manor outside, accompanied by moans of the icy wind and the creaking to the fragile trees caught in it's wrath.
Dick looked back from the thinly-curtained window, which rattled from the force of the downpour. "I'll have to ask Bruce, but considering the zetas are down and the busses near Arty's neighborhood are stuck in the flooding, I'm not sure if he can say no."
"Perhaps you should still alert Master Bruce." Alfred replied firmly, now attempting to sooth the incessantly thankful and apologetic Kaldur.
"SLEEPOVER!" Wally high-fived his bestfriend. "We should watch a movie or something."
"Do they have movies in this joint? It looks like the set of Pride and Prejudice." Artemis scoffed.
"Just because Mr. Darcy could live here doesn't mean we don't have a cinema room!" Dick rolled his eyes. "I mean, you've been to Ollie's place, raise your expectations for ours."
"A CINEMA ROOM? No fucking way!"
"Yes fucking way!"
Alfred gave the kids looks, he didn't even need to remind them that he didn't like them swearing. Both teens instantly stopped and glanced down in shame.
Cause that's the Power of Pennyworth, baby.
"If you get permission to host your friends overnight, Master Dick, I recommend learn from your brother and you notify your siblings right away."
Dick understood, a few weeks ago Jason snuck Roy into his room and didn't tell anyone, it ended with Damian barging in and almost castrating the redhead. The memory was funny, but undoubtedly terrifying to both involved.
"Yeah, I'll do that."
Wally laughed. "Is that about the Roy story?"
"Wait, what story?" Artemis asked.
"OH MY GOD!" Wally pulled her onto the carpet and got into storytelling. She HAD to know this story.
Dick whipped out his phone, half-listening to Wally recounting the tale to the team. He texted the groupchat that he had the team over. Alfred left to start on dinner, which was a great sign.
"Oh MY GOD. Rob's brother was fucking Roy, wasn't he?!" Artemis guessed.
"Yeah, so they were just getting down to it, and Dick's other brother, Damian, heard a voice in Jay's bedroom that wasn't him, so he tore out a knife and he kicked the door open..."
There was a crash sound, and all six teens started, Dick just stood up, assuming tree toppled in the wind. "Yeah, I think you guys are staying the night Wally would drown trying to run home, the zetas are down, Arty's bus route is closed, and- well, if it rains any more Kaldur might be able to swim home!"
"Maybe you should ask your dad." Arty said. "Remember how cold your oldest brother was to me last time? He thought I was looting the place."
Wally frowned. "Was that the night we-"
"Yeah." She said stiffly.
"Be right back." Dick stood and jogged out, locating Bruce in his Office. Outside, another Tree collapsed. "Hey? Bruce?" Dick knocked on the door frame.
Bruce looked up, setting down his pen. "Yes? You have friends over, don't you?"
Dick didn't wonder how Bruce knew. He always knew. "Yeah, they're stuck in town because of the storm."
"And you want them to stay the night?"
"Yes." Dick prepared his mountain of evidence as to why the team should stay.
"Did you tell the others?"
"Yep."
Bruce paused. "Okay, the team can stay, but they have to behave."
"Don't worry, I've been training them." Dick smiled. He returned to tell his team the good news, only to realize, to his horror, that his siblings were there.
"What? We're hosting a playdate?" Barbara exclaimed.
"Jason already made that joke." Dick replied, trapsing in. He sat down and stared Babs, Steph, and Tim down.
"Ew! I did not just use a jaybird joke!"
Her little brother snorted. "Sucks to suck, Babs."
Barbara paused, eyes lingering on Artemis. "Richard, is that my minidress?"
"Steph got it! Artemis needed clothes and Steph refused to lend any of her own."
"So that IS my sweatshirt!" Tim exclaimed. "Goddamn it! I'll tell Demon you took his clothes for Superboy!"
"You don't have the nerve." Dick replied boredly. The team started at how much his attitude changed around his siblings. "Can you turn the temperature up?"
"You do it."
"TIIIMMMM!" He whined.
"DIIICCCKKK!" Tim whined back.
"TTIIIIIIMMMMMMMM!!"
DDIIIIIICCCCCCKKKKKK!!"
They continued like this for about a minute straight, annoying Barbara, Artemis and Wally, and confusing everyone else.
"I can't STAND you shits!" Barbara snapped.
"I can't stand you shits!" Dick mimicked.
"Fuck you!" She exclaimed. "you're so annoying."
Dick lowered his cell phone. "Fuck you! You're so annoying!"
"Both of you shut up!" Tim shouted.
"Both of you shut up!" Dick and Barbara mocked in unison.
Tim jogged forwards and bitch-slapped his siblings.
"God, me and Jade used to do that to each other all the time..." Artemis groaned. "I still hate it. It's bringing back bad memories."
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"Richard. You went in my room." Damian snapped, catching Dick on his way back from the bathroom. "I'm missing a striped shirt, grey sweatpants, and a sixty-four inch belt."
"Oof, I'll keep my eyes open." Dick tried to squirm away.
"What did you want my clothes for?"
"I didn't take them, you're so much bigger than me. Jay probably took them."
"It's not Todd's mo." Damian. "It matches yours almost perfectly, except for evidence of Brown's presence."
"I dunno, Dami." He wriggled away and ran. Damian followed without hesitation. The thrill of the chase made Dick grin, laughing breathily. He darted into the living room, almost home safe. He let out a shrill squeal as Damian grabbed him around the middle, flipping him off the ground.
"Oh. You have friends over." Dick kicked, but was not set down. "You gave my clothes. Without asking. And gave them to your friend."
By now, gravity had pulled his little brother down until his toes touched the floor, Damian's arms now holding him just under his armpits, squishing his cheeks between his shoulders. "My bad."
"Give them back."
"Dami! Don't take a teenager's clothes once they're wearing them!"
"They aren't his clothes." Damian said. "Give me those clothes back."
"Gladly! I don't want your stupid clothes!" Conner stood and began stripping.
"No- please. Let's not." Kaldur pulled Conner back onto the couch, looking embarrassed on his friend's behalf. "We'll find a way to resolve this while we're clothed." He picked up the shirt and tugged it over the annoyed clone's head. "As soon as our clothes have dried, we will gladly clean and return your clothes."
Damian scowled, but relented. Once you've had 3+ Younger siblings, you got used to having your things taken (doesn't mean it wasn't still annoying).
"Fine. Richard, ask first."
"Got it." Dick would not ask next time and both of them new it.
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"Put on a movie." Steph ordered. Her, Tim, Babs and Jay had joined them in the cinema room after dinner.
"What?" Dick asked, leaving he, Wally and Artemis' cuddle pile for a second.
"Well, it's a dark and stormy night." Tim remarked.
"Bets Tim is gonna say either 'film noir' or 'Agatha Christie'." Babs said.
Tim scowled, she was right.
"Good night for a slasher." Jason said. "Or would that scare you kids? I wouldn't wanna give you nightmares."
"Noah, we're good. We won't get scared by some corny movie!"
"No, no! We'll but on an appropriate movie." Jason said mockingly. He was playing them like a fiddle. "I mean, we'd rather have this sleepover end with dry sheets and no nightmares."
"But on the scary movie, I'm too tired to beat up your brother." Artemis said.
"As if you could." Jason snorted, leaning back against the couch cushion as his brother picked a horror movie at random. This night would only get better from here.