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Also, pardon any grammar mistakes, you know the drill.

Title: Pokemon NO

Author: Rea Treoni

Rating: T

Characters: Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth.

WARNINGS: I dunno, you know this already.

Requested by:A guest.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Batman related character. They are DC Comics's.

Bruce arches an eyebrow and stop mid action, leaving his warm coffee mug just a few inches from his lips, his eyes following the careful moves of his youngest as he tries to sneak around in the hallway, his cellphone held by both of his tiny hands and eyes narrowed and threating, suspicious of every corner and wall that's around him.

The ten years old quickly glances at the screen of his phone before smirking pleased. In a quick move, he raises his cellphone and makes a quick swipe move on the screen, waiting a few seconds before his smirk falls and he's gapping offended at the phone.

"How –" he hisses before someone whistles behind him. Both father and son turns their head towards the sound only to meet Jason leaning against the wall, waving his phone with a clear image of a small pony in flames and while Damian glares and fumes at his older brother, Bruce wonders if he should be concerned of the pony in flames and why is it on flames in the first place.

He's about the open his mouth when Damian suddenly pounces at his brother, making them to roll on the carpet and each trying to grab the other's cellphone, screaming something about 'transfer' and 'last pokeball'.

Bruce closes his mouth and leaves; he needs to look on the news if there's something about ponies in flames he should know about.

They are having dinner, something that is not that abnormal, but it's quiet, which is enough for Bruce to grow suspicious and be on guard. He glances around the table and he doesn't know if he should be glad that there's peace in the dinning room for once or that it's because all of his four sons are faces glued to their phones.

He clears his throat, trying to catch their attention, but no one makes a move. He tries again, this time a little louder.

Tim is the only one that looks up, but he's turning his head around the room, as if searching for something before frowning in disappointment.

"I thought I heard a Zubat." He murmurs when Dick raises and eyebrow at him.

"Nah, that was Bruce." Jason points at Bruce with his head, eyes not leaving the screen of his phone.

"Ah, so, close enough."

Bruce doesn't know if he should feel offended to be compared with a Zubat.

Whatever that is.

Bruce is opening the door of the library.

"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT HOW DARE YOU!"

"IT'S NOT YM FAULT YOU SUCK AT DEFENDING YOUR GYM!"

"COME AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE, YOU PIECE OF MYSTIC SHIT!"

"GLADLY, YOU TEMPERAMENTAL IRRATIONAL VALOR COAL!"

Bruce is backing up and closing the door behind him.

Dick walks towards Bruce and leans against the chair as he watches Bruce to read over and over again the data base of the Scarecrow's gas antidote and Joke's gas effects.

"Did something happened last night that I wasn't aware of?" he asks, breaking the silence, mild concern in his tone, making a mental check list of the criminals they stopped just a few hours ago.

"I don't know yet." Dick hums at Bruce's tense tone.

"What sparked this suspicion of needing the antidote of either gas?" He asks once again, this time less concerned, waving it off as another Bruce Paranoid moment.

Dick's is half way pulling his cellphone out of his pocket when Bruce answers. "I saw Tim and Damian high fiving in the living room and shouting about 'Team Instinct Rules'. Dick, they even hugged."

Dick freezes at his words and Bruce is half glad that he's not the only one that is concerned when his eldest let out a curse, swipes his phone and shout of a chain of colorful words as he runs up the stairs, yelling his younger siblings names.

Bruce blinks before turning back to the computer. Maybe he should make three antidotes instead of two.

It was a quiet night, but Batman still was alert at the sound of the city, listening closely for any kind of trouble.

That, of course, while blocking out the shouts and screams of his four sons as they swgin from rooftop to another, pulling at each other, their cellphones being held by one hand and throwing punches at each other.

"You already have twenty Pidges, Replacement! Why do you need more?" Shouts Jason as he pulls his younger sibling down with him, making them rolls in the roof.

"Because I need two more for me to finish the lyrics of Barbie World, Hood! It's a matter of honor because Spoiler already has like three songs completed with Sparrows!" Shouts Red Robin back while struggling against the hold of his older brother with no success whatsoever.

"I swear to Batman, Robin, that if you steal another Pikachu from me, I'm not gonna do story time for a week." Threatens Nightwing while glaring that the youngest.

Robin glares back, takes two steps back, glances at his phone and smirk smugly before swiping over the screen. Bruce is far enough from where they are but he can clearly see Dick's left eye is twitching.

Bruce decides they have that part of the city covered and moves to the next one.

Bruce blinks and stares at the empty space where the Batjet is supposed to be.

"Alfred?" He calls and the butler suddenly appears besides him, expression blank.

"Yes, Master Bruce?"

"Where is the Batjet?" He asks slowly, before pausing and adding, "And the boys?"

"Ah, "Alfred sighs amused, "They went to Europe to have a 'bonding' adventure and to haunt a so called Mr. Mime."

They stood in silence before Bruce spoke again.

"But there's a Mime already in Gotham Park?"

Bruce is glaring and tapping his foot against the floor, as Alfred clears the blood out of the ten years old's cheek and knees, who is looking too damn smug for someone who fell down a cliff, stabbed himself with a branch on the way down, got caught in a bush full of thorns and bumped his head with a rock and broke his left arm in two places.

His brothers are surrounding him. While Dick is pestering him with concerns and hovering over him like a mother hen, Tim and Jason are waving their arms in the air and actually giving praise and compliments.

"Kid, I never thought I would say this but, I'm so proud to call you my brother," Confesses Jason, wiping a fake tear from his eye and placing a hand over his chest. "Even though you're Instinct Shit."

Tim punches him in the arm before turning to Damian. "You are a legend inside Team Instinct. You actually caught Zarpos." The second youngest whistles, "I have to admit, I'm impressed and not even bothered that you surpassed me, lil'bro."

Damian scoffs and winces slightly as he moves wrongly and sets pain in his arm. "You say that as if it was difficult, Drake." He jokes through his teeth and Tim just huffs and ruffles his hair gently.

"As proud as I am of you catching one of the legendary Pokemons out there," starts Dick behind him, stern and somewhat disappointed "I hope you learnt your lesson and never do it again. You gotta pay attention to your surroundings, Kiddo." He scolds softly, moving around the bed and catching Damian's eye.

Jason rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. "Says the guy who jumped down the river because he spotted a Vaporeon."

Bruce stood straighter.

Tim gives his two cents. "At least he didn't walk through traffic because he stopped a Jigglypuff in the middle of the row."

No one notices how Bruce's frown deepens and shoulder got tenser than before.

"You're one to talk, Drake. Last week you fell on a hole in the graveyard because you were looking for Gengar." Says Damian, his arms raised as Alfred worked on it, "You were stuck there for four hours before Grayson rescued you and you didn't even found the Gengar!"

Bruce's left eye started twitching.

"Those things are sneaky as hell." Tim defends himself, puffing his cheeks.

Dick rolls his eyes. "Damian, this is your third accident of the month. You have no room to talk, Mr. High Fived a Lamp Post with My Face."

Damian hisses as Alfred puts pressure on his arm and glares at Dick. "That was one time."

One time was enough, in Bruce's book.

In a swift movement, Bruce manages to take his son's cellphones, which earned him a couple of offended yelps and surprised shouts.

"What the fu –"

"Father, no, don't – I haven't named him yet."

"Bruce, excuse me? That's…my phone –"

"Please, gimme my baby back."

Complains start echoing around the room before Bruce stomps his foot down.

Quite literally.

"Stop." He commands in his Batman voice and everyone shuts up. "You will get these gadgets –"

"Cellphones."

"Don't test me, Timothy."

Tim zips his mouth and throws the imaginary key in mock surrender.

"You will get your cellphones back once you decide to stop putting yourself in stupid danger for fictional alien animals."

"Technically, they are called –"

"Tim."

"Yeah: shutting up."

Bruce nods before dropping the cellphones on his front pocket of his coat and exit the room. The four borthers share a look between them.

"A lil' bit hypocrite when we fight crime and put ourselves in danger, every single night." Murmurs Jason.

Alfred hums and nods pleased at his good work on the child's arm before meeting their eyes.

"What about this, Young Masters?" He says calmly while gathering up the supplies he used from the bed, "You manage to live without your phones for a week and I will tell you how to catch the Mew that is down the Batcave."

There is a pregnant pause.

Four pairs of eyes met before nodding.

"Deal."