This is going to be a oneshot series. If anyone has any ideas for oneshots then PM me or comment them. This is based off of the Pokemon story by Neocolai. I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING! ALL RIGHTS GO TO DC!

Coming Home

Bruce opened the door to the Manor and walked in. He had just gotten home late, due to a long meeting. He had no sooner hung his jacket up, when two furballs came tumbling down the stairs, a bundle of fur and claws. They were quickly followed by two others. The first two landed on the floor and quickly stood up, snarling at each other. The other two. Dick and Tim, sat on the third bottom stair and watched them. Bruce sighed as he watched the two fox kits that were in a standoff.

"Jason, Damian, knock it off." He walked over and picked them up by their scruffs, holding them apart from each other. He felt the other two rub against his legs, as if saying "Welcome home." Alfred walked into the room. He looked down at Dick and Tim. Dick's tail moved back and forth lazily.

Dick was pure black with bright blue eyes. He is very energetic and enthusiastic. He greatly enjoys attention. He had been found, curled up in Bruce's backyard, hiding under a small bush. Bruce had looked around, hoping to find his parents but had been unsuccessful so he took Dick in, hesitantly at the time. Since Bruce had never had a pet before, he didn't know how to take care of the fox kit. Luckily Alfred knew what to do.

"Welcome home, Master Bruce." he said, taking Jason from Bruce.

Jason was black with a red stripe running up his back and the tip of his tail was white. He had blue-green eyes. He is very temperamental, and, unlike Dick, it is very rare that he seeks Bruce's attention. He had been found by Bruce when he was on patrol. He had been curled up underneath a wet newspaper, shivering. He was flea-ridden, had heartworms, and was malnourished and sick. Dick had been ecstatic when Bruce brought Jason home and he never left Jason's side while Jason was recovering. Even now, it wasn't uncommon for Bruce to find Jason and Dick curled up together, asleep.

"Thank you, Alfred." He said, looking at Damien then back down at Tim.

Tim was red and his left ear was blonde and blue eyes. He is shy and quiet. He doesn't crave attention all the time, but he does ask for it every now and then. Tim's parents had been killed by hunters, but he had managed to escape. Batman found him on patrol, just like Jason. Tim had been very untrusting when he was first taken in, and Jason showing an extreme dislike of him didn't help to gain Tim's trust. After a while, and many attempted and intervened by Bruce fights later, he had finally gotten used to Tim living with them. He even protected Tim at times.

Damian hissed at Bruce and tried to bite his hand. Damian was a completely different story from the others. Damian was black but he had blonde paws and the tip of his tail was blonde. He has emerald green eyes. He is very proud and tends to act like he is better than the others. He demands attention every hour or else he attacks your legs. He had been left on Bruce's doorstep by an unknown person. Alfred had found him one morning, when he was getting the newspaper. Instead of running, Damian had walked past Alfred and into the Manor. He had promptly sat down and refused to leave. He's been living with them ever since. He used to show an extreme hatred to Tim and would start a fight with him. If Bruce or Alfred didn't intervene, the fight ended with Tim covered in scratches and his blood under Damian's nails. After about 20 fights, Jason finally jumped in and Damian's hate began to center around Jason. They could be decent to each other but those moments were rare.

"I am sorry you had to come home to this. They've been like this all day." Alfred said, still holding Jason. Bruce sighed.

"It's alright, Alfred. It's nothing new." Bruce said, shifting Damian so that he was holding him in his arms and not by the scruff.

"Well, dinner is ready and on the table for you. The little ones have already been fed." Alfred said, setting Jason down.

Dick immediately walked over to Jason and sat by him. Dick's tail flicked lazily back and forth, running over the floor. Jason looked at him and let out a yip, to which Dick responded with his own yip. Bruce sighed softly.

"Sometimes I wonder what they say." Bruce said, as he walked to the dining room, still holding Damian.

"I don't think we will ever know, Master Bruce." Alfred said, following him. Three kits followed him, yipping to each other. Damian let out a hiss and Bruce sighed.

"This is going to be a long night." Bruce said as he sat down to eat.

Sure enough, two hours later, Bruce was separating another fight between Damian and Jason. This was what happened every time he came home. He was beginning to think that staying away from home was a good thing, but then he realized that he would miss the little kits. So he resigned himself to breaking up fights between them and taking care of them, as if they were children.