Demetria's P.O.V.:

"Well, this is something I'd never thought I'd see."

"That you are right, Master Bruce."

Click.

I groan, as the voices and the random quick flash entering my eyes through my closed eyelids, wake me up from my sleep. I open my eyes to find myself in the game room. Father and Alfred are standing in front of the television, staring at us with an amused smile while Alfred is holding a camera. I try to sit up from my laying position, but as I do so, a series of groans arise from beneath me. I look below me and at my limbs, to find four sleeping boys. 

Looking at the couch, I find myself laying atop of them. Jason sits in the middle of the couch, his arms crossed and his head down, light snores escaping his mouth. Tim is leaning his head against Jason's shoulder, his body slightly skewed. Dick lays his head on Tim's lap with his legs and arm hanging off of the couch. His mouth is wide open, drool seeping out of his mouth, creating a small pool on Tim's pants. Damian's on his back, his head is laying on Jason's lap, his arms are crossed as his legs hang straight off of the side of the couch. As for me, I somehow found myself on all four of them. Lying on my stomach, my arms reach out to Damian as the other one, hangs off of the side of the couch. My legs find itself entangled in Dick's arm, while my upper body lays, relaxed on top of Tim and Jason. Tim is gripping my torso, preventing me from falling off the couch as Jason's knees are slightly lifted to also help with the cause.

"I apologize, miss. Did we wake you?"

I raise my body, being careful as to not wake any of the boys. "Yeah. It's fine though." As I push myself up, my arms give up on me, causing me to fall off of the couch. Before I could completely fall off, I feel Tim's grip gets tighter as multiple hands reach out for my body. Looking back onto the couch, I see all the boys awake and wide-eyed. I smile at them sheepishly. "Uh, hi?"

"You almost gave me a heart attack," Dick says groggily.

"It's too early for this," Jason complains. "Just go back to sleep."

"Todd, it's eight in the morning," Damian deadpans.

"He's right," I say. "It's too early." I drop my body back onto the boys.

"Since you are all up, I advise that you all have a hearty breakfast," Alfred says.

"Too lazy to move," Dick moans out.

"Then I shall bring it up here." With that, Alfred leaves the room, leaving us with Father.

"I see that you two made up," Father says, walking around the table to take a seat on it, facing us. He sits, clasping his hands, looking at us with a glint of amusement.

"Getting there," I tell him. I look up at Tim, to find him fast asleep, while still gripping onto me. Staring at his hand gripping my torso and then back onto his face, I raise my hand and slap him.

"What was that for?" he moans, cupping his cheek.

"I want to get up, but you're holding onto me as if your life depends on it."

"You kept tossing around in your sleep," he says releasing me. "You could've just woken me up like a normal person."

"What about me screams normal?" I ask him.

"She's got you there, Replacement," Jason chuckles. Just then, Jason's slight smile drops once he sees Tim. He takes his hand and shoves Tim's head away from his shoulder. "Why the hell are you on me!" Shoving Tim, Jason's whole body jerks up slightly, causing me to actually fall off of the couch.

"Jason, be nice to your brother," Father says, helping me back onto my feet. "Are you okay?" he asks, as I take a seat next to him on the table.

I rub my head to ease the pain. "Is it normal to have a throbbing headache and a strong desire to castrate your own brother?"

"For just this once, I shall accept the idea that you are her brother, Todd. For I wish not to be the one castrated by her hands," Damian says, sitting up.

"You're on your own, Jay-bird. Can't get you out of this one," Dick says, rolling off of the couch.

"Hey, no killing, castrating, or any of that sort," Father says, putting a hand on my shoulder to keep my restraint.

"Not even a snip?" I ask him.

"Not even a snip," he says, glaring at me.

"Hmph. No fun."

"I agree," Damian says. "If there is no bloodshed, then it is not entertaining."

"I think there's something wrong with him," Tim says pointing at Damian.

Damian growls at Tim, quickly grabbing his finer and squeezing it tightly, causing Tim to yelp in pain.

"Dami, let him go. If you're not going to break it, then don't waste your energy," I wave off.

"Don't encourage him!" Tim yells.

Damian scoffs, releasing Tim's finger. He leans up against the arm of the couch in boredom, waiting for Alfred, as Tim rubs his finger to ease the pain.

"Speaking of blood," Jason speaks up, "you lost, Dick. You have to do the punishment."

"Punishment?" Father asks, staring at all five of us.

"We were playing a bunch of games last night," I tell him. "It turned into a competition and DIck ended up losing."

"It was stupid," Dick complains, crossing his arms. "It was a bunch of dancing games."

"And some fighting games. The city has a lot of entertaining visuals. Although the blood in them are pretty horrendous."

"Weren't you the one who was persistent in playing them and winning?" Tim teases.

Dick punches Tim in the groin, causing him to hunch forward while clutching his groin in pain. "I did not!"

"He did," I whisper to Father.

He looks over to Dick with a cocked eyebrow. "Aren't you really good at those dancing games?"

Dick huffs and looks away in embarrassment as his face begins to turn red. 

"He got last place," Jason says with a proud smile.

"Who got first?"

"Demetria," they all say simultaneously.

"And then somehow, Damian got second!" Dick exclaims throwing his hands up in anger.

"Grayson, I think your dancing days are over. The incompetent person who is unable to even tell the difference between left and right was able to get a higher score than you," Damian says.

"Hey!" Jason and Dick yell.

"Tch. It was a compliment, Todd."

Jason looks at me, his eyes filled with confusion. "Was that a compliment?" he asks, pointing to Damian.

"He called you a smart-idiot. So I'd like to think he did," I answer, shrugging my shoulders.

"Isn't that an onomatopoeia?" he asks. We all look at him in confusion and disbelief.

"Jason, do you know what an onomatopoeia is?" Father asks him.

"Two contradicting words," he answers confidently. 

"I take back the compliment," Damian deadpans. 

"I wouldn't be surprised," I comment.

"What? Am I wrong?" Jason asks.

"Yeah. You're way off," Dick chuckles. "You should get the punishment for not knowing what an onomatopoeia is."

"Fine. If you guys are so smart. Tell me what a fucking onomato-whatever the fuck it's called means."

Tim lifts his arm and punches Jason in the stomach, yelling, "Pow!" Once making contact with his body, Jason clutches his stomach and glares at Tim with rage. In fear, Tim jumps off of the couch and begins to run away from Jason. They begin to run all around the room, circling the couch numerous times telling profanities and insults at each other.

"Should we stop them?" I ask, my head following them around the room.

"Yeah, should we? It's starting to make me dizzy," Dick says, holding his head.

"If you think this is nauseating, wait until you see the Flash do it," Father complains.

"Who's Flash?"

"Down!" Father pushes me away from him, causing me to lay sideways onto the table. "Jason! Why are you throwing things?! You could've hurt her!"

"Yeah, Jason!"

"It's not my fault! You're the one who decided to move! If you had stayed in your spot then Demetria wouldn't have been in danger!" Jason yells at Tim.

Tim stands up straight as his body stiffens, as his face contorts to diselief. 

"You're going to look at me and tell me I'm wrong?!"

"Master Jason, please do keep it down. You are only four feet away from each other," Alfred calls out, as he rolls in a cart of food into the room.

"Ha! Gay!" Dick yells, pointing at the two boys.

"You're the one married to Jason," I point out.

"I hate you for creating those rumors," Dick says darkly, his happy expression quickly dropping as he points to me.

Everyone begins to gather around the table as Alfred places the plate of food in front of us. We all sit on the floor, facing one another, waiting for our food. Placing the plates and drinks in front of us, Alfred leaves to continue with his cleaning. We begin to eat the toast, sausage, eggs, and bacon, moaning in satisfaction.

"So," Jason says with a mouthful of food, "is no one going to tell me what the word actually means? Or do I have to beat it out of the smart-ass over here?" He points with his fork to Tim, who is sitting to his right.

"Why me?! Why not anyone else?!" Tim complains.

"Because you're the closest," Jason says, stabbing an egg and stuffing the whole thing into his mouth.

"Damian is on the other side of you! You can take him down!"

Jason looks down at Damian and shrugs. "It's not as fun if it's him. So what's the actual definition?"

"A word that resembles a sound," I answer, taking a bite of my sausage.

"That's why I punched you while screaming 'pow', you idiot," Tim insults Jason.

"Oh. Okay. So how about we do it again, but this time I do the punching," Jason threatens, raising a fist.

"Jason, how many times do I have to tell you to stop?" Father sighs out.

"Enough time for me to actually care, old man."

"Tch. I can't believe that you're all older than us," Damian grimaces.

"Aw. Jealous, Demon Spawn?" Jason teases.

"As if I would ever be jealous of your stupidity, Todd."

"I'm pretty sure that you're the stupid one here, mountain boy."

"Says the street-rat picking a fight with a trained assassin," Damian says, putting a fork to Jason's throat.

Jason scoffs. "I'm not scared of you or death."

"You should, you bastard," Damian grits.

"You're a bastard too!" he yells, shoving Damian.

With that one small push, broke Damian. He lunges at Jason, throwing him onto the ground. They begin to throw punches and block attacks and they push each other back and forth onto the ground. Jason would lay on the floor with Damian on top of him for a few seconds, then next thing you know, Jason would shove Damian making him fall onto his back as he climbs on top of him. This would go on forever.

Tim and Dick have moved to the other side of the table where Father and I sit, watching Damian and Jason fight in the small space between the table and the couch. We continue to eat our food, watching them fight for our entertainment.

In corner of my eye, I see Father trying to get up, his body language showing that he plans to break up the fight. Before he could get up any further, I put a hand out to stop him. "Let them fight. I want to see who wins."

"Why?" Father asks.

"Because all of their fights are always broken up before they finish," I answer as if it's a normal thing to say.

Damian and Jason are now off of the floor, their hands are clasped as they begin to push each other. Their strengths are currently being matched by the other, causing their hands to only move in small increments. 

"You're an insufficient waste of space, Todd," Damian growls, his hands overpowering Jason's.

"You're the fucking cum that Thalia should've swallowed!" Jason retorts, pushing back.

Tim and Dick begin to laugh chocking on their food and drink. Dick falls onto the floor, hitting the ground in laughter, as Tim is trying to prevent the orange juice from spilling out of his mouth.

My mouth goes wide open at Jason's words as Father's eyes widen, astonished by his comeback. "Beat him up, Damian!" I yell, throwing my fist in the air. "Show him that the Demon twins aren't to be messed with!"

"Since when the hell have you accepted the Demon name?" Tim asks.

"Sounds cool," I answer shrugging.

"Why aren't rooting for me?!" Jason complains.

"Because I came from the same ejection!" I retort, putting my attention and enthusiasm back towards them.

Jason scoffs. "We don't know that. Maybe Bruce and Thalia fucked multiple times—"

"That's enough!" Father yells as he places both of his hands over my ears. His face is red from embarrassment and anger. "Sit down and eat your breakfast."

Jason and Damian look at each other. Although to, much disagreement, they follow Father's orders and sit quietly, beginning to eat their breakfast.

Father sighs out, going back to his spot, looking down. He runs his hands down his face, as it's still red from embarrassment.

"So," I say to break the silence. "Did you guys—you know—do it multiple times? Or do you not remember?"

Father looks up and glares at me. His eyes threatening me to stay quiet. But sadly, things like that don't work.

"It's a simple yes or no question."

"We'll have the conversation some other time when you're older."

"They're old enough to learn about the birds and the bees," Dick says.

"I'm pretty sure they already know what that is anyways," Tim adds on.

I look at them questioningly. "The birds and the bees? Why are we suddenly talking about animals?"

"Maybe they don't know what the birds and the bees are."

"Sex," Jason says out loud, stuffing a sausage into his mouth.

"Tch. Why didn't you just say that? We're not five," Damian says, rolling his eyes.

I look at Father, realizing that it's nearly nine in the morning and he's still here. "Don't you have to go to work?"

"It's Sunday. I don't go to the company on Sundays."

"So you're free this whole day?" I ask.

"I have some paperwork to do in the office downstairs, but I can always do that later. Why?"

"Can we go to the mall? We need to buy some stuff," Jason says, mouth spilling out of his mouth.

"Do you now have any etiquette, Todd?" Damian asks in disgust.

Instead of answering, Jason opens his mouth and leans towards Damian, slowly pushing the food out of his mouth. Although it seemed funny to Jason, Damian didn't find it the least bit amusing. Damian raises his hand and covers Jason's mouth while looking away. "If you don't swallow that now, I will shove it down for you."

Jason chuckles. "Okay. Pay attention. This is how your mom should've swallowed." Jason begins to swallow his food, but chokes, when Damian hit his throat. 

"Seem to be having some trouble, Jason. Your mother must've not been good at swallowing either," Tim comments with a sly smile.

"Do you wanna die?" Jason threatens him while holding his throat.

"Can we go one day without anyone wanting to kill the other or talking about anything sexual?" Father asks, rubbing his temples.

"You're the one who started it, Bruce," Dick points out.

"How?"

"You forgot to pull out."

Jason, Tim, and Dick begin to chuckle as Father, Damian, and I sigh in annoyance.

"Can we change the subject?" Father asks.

"This is something I don't want to be a part of," I complain, burying my face into my hands in embarrassment. Thinking of your parents having sex isn't the most appealing thing in the world.

"Sure," Jason says. "take us to the mall."

"For what?" Father asks.

"We need to buy some supplies for the punishment."

"Like what?" he asks cautiously.

"Balloons, paint, paintballs, hair dye, etc.," Tim says, listing all of them nonchalantly.

"And what if I say no to your idea?"

"We could always go into detail onto how the twins were conceived," Tim proposes.

"No!" the three of us scream in horror.