Little Thomas lay obediently on the small bed, and the little boy who inherited Damian's green eyes looked at his uncles eagerly.

Ottilia is going back to New York to deal with affairs, and Damian's night watch work cannot be left behind. Tonight, the task of telling little Thomas a bedtime story to lull him to sleep falls to his uncles.

"Uncle Number One" Dick Grayson excitedly held the storybook and asked the little boy, "Thomas, what story do you want to hear?"

Seeing that the obedient little face is [-]% similar to Damian's—speaking of which, the genes of the Wayne family are as strong as ever—children, Dick felt a sense of satisfaction that he was telling stories to young Damian.

Of course, only Dick's is satisfaction.

"Uncle No. [-]" Jason Todd is much more irritable: "Why am I here?"

"Uncle Number Three" Tim Drake replied calmly: "If you want little Thomas to cry, you can leave now."

Little Thomas said that his favorite uncle was not Dick, but Jason, who often quarreled with Damian.

At that time, Jason admitted the title of "little Thomas' favorite uncle" in the face of Damian's black face and Dick's sadness.

"Tsk." Jason grabbed the storybook and sat down beside the bed, "What story do you want to hear?"

The little boy put his arms outside the quilt, and said in a childlike voice, "I want to hear the story of the dark knight defeating the big villain."

"...oh baby, that's a story that's at least PG-20, and I don't think that's right for you." Dick was the first to decline the request.

Thomas was upset, and the expression on his face coincided with that of the young Damian many years ago: "But I don't want to hear stories like Snow White."

"Little brat is so troublesome." Jason muttered, he threw the storybook into Dick's arms, and said to Thomas, "I'll tell you a new story, and you'll sleep well after listening to it, OK?"

"Hmm!" Little Thomas tried his best to give them an OK gesture with his chubby little fingers.

"Once upon a time, there lived a brave man named Arthur, the prince of a country..."

"Is it the story of King Arthur?" A small hand was raised, and the little boy asked innocently.

Jason was silent for a moment: "Do you know this story?"

"Daddy showed me the story of King Arthur a long time ago," Thomas Jr. told his uncles, pointing to a book thicker than a brick on his little table.

Jason: "...Dick."

"Hey?"

Jason couldn't believe it: "I thought it was a decoration? Can a four-year-old really understand such a complicated book? Can he pick it up?"

"... To be honest, I also thought it was a decoration. Maybe the sea monster is so different?" Dick was also dumbfounded.

Such a thick book, he only started to touch it when he was in junior high school.

"Maybe it's because he's Damian's child." Tim gave another, more plausible answer.

Before they could discuss which answer it was, their clothes were pulled, and little Thomas was still waiting for his uncles to tell him stories.

Jason and the others decided to make up a random story—the kind played on the spot, maybe little Thomas fell asleep halfway through the story.

"Once upon a time," is the necessary beginning of a story, without which no story is complete.

"There is a prosperous country on a distant continent, where people live happily, and there is a little boy in a small village who is very naughty..." Jason couldn't make it up anymore, and he winked to signal Dick to continue.

Dick swallowed nervously, as if he had returned to the time when he first came to Wayne Manor.

"But that little boy has a very kind heart, and he helps people in need every day." Jason stepped on Dick mercilessly, and Dick changed his protagonist's personality.

Dick took a breath, determined not to change back to the original setting: "One night, when he was helping an old woman harvest rice, he found a mysterious shadow in the barn..."

They have to educate little Thomas from an early age through beautiful stories.

"What's next?" Looking up at Dick and the others with his small face, Little Thomas was full of anticipation for the development of the following story.

"Next—" Damian's voice came from behind them.

Before leaving for the night patrol, Damian comes up to check on Dick's completion of their 'task'.

——The situation is not optimistic. Little Thomas looks flushed, without the slightest sleepiness.

"Then because the little boy refused to go to bed early," Damian said, leaning on the porch, crossing his arms.Dick tried to stop Damian, but it was too late.

"He was eaten by the black shadow monster in one bite."

Little Thomas: "..."

The child cried out loud with a 'wow'.

Damian: "..."

Jason: "oh, whatthefu... woohoo!"

Dick covered Jason's mouth in time, and this time he succeeded: "Little Wing, shut up!"

"Uncle No. [-]" with the highest IQ among the four little birds looked at the chaotic scene in front of him, and calmly called Otilia.

"Tim? How did you call me? Did something happen at home?" A busy voice came from the opposite side.

Tim looked at the brothers who were at a loss to coax the children, and said righteously: "Damian is bullying Thomas."

"...Let him answer the phone."

Otilia held the phone and sighed.

What was she thinking before.Let four big men take care of children?

I hope that when she goes back, her home hasn't been blown up by them.

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