A Bat's Sibling | Red Hood

Chapter 15: Cookies

Entering the house undetected, the intruder looked around the living room. With the map of the place in mind, the intruder stealthily and with light steps went to the closest door. Seeing that it was inevitable to evade the residents, the intruder stepped into the shadows, finally successfully evading the house residents.

"So~ how's school?" A first voice asked.

A grunt of annoyance, "do you seriously have to ask?"

"Come on, I need to know if my brother's a loner," the first voice asked teasingly.

"Like you had any friends," the little brother snapped back.

From the tone of the older brother's voice, it could be assumed he had puffed out his chest, "actually I did."

"You're sad if you actually count the superhero club as your only friends."

"You're part of the club too."

"At least I have friends outside of the team," the second brother spoke. The same voice quickly spoke up again, probably interrupting the older brother's protests "co-workers don't count as your friends now."

A long time passed before the first voice spoke, "don't be a smartass. That's Dame's thing."

"You know he's going to kill you if hears you calling him that."

"He won't if -" the voices for smaller and smaller as they walked further.

The intruder stepped out of the shadows, slightly disappointed at the fact that they didn't detect any difference in the room.

Unknown to the intruder, the siblings had long detected the differences in the room and went to the control room with surveillance.

The intruder then once again walked towards their destination. Inside the control room, a second eldest realized where the intruder was heading, and horror dawned on his face. "No!" He shouted before running out. The other brothers stared in confusion as they watched their brother run, worried at what had caused the snarky second ex-robin to panic, they followed.

The second brother ran as fast as he could towards the kitchen. Stopping right outside of the door, "come on!" He shouted in a whining voice like a seven-year-old "you had them all yesterday!"

"Right, right!" Tim joined in finally knowing what the second brother was panicking for, this was a reason for panic. Especially since Agent A wasn't present.

Damian looked at Tim, "Drake, are you on drugs? Even if what Todd said is accurate, it does not mean we have to agree to him."

"Are you all drugged," Dick joked in his 'cop' voice appearing behind all his brothers before turning to his unofficial adopted sister, "but I still want that jar of cookies. I'm your favorite."

"I'm blood," Jason chimed in.

"You're turning into Damian," Dick retorted.

Jaylin looked at each of them in the eye, slowly. Desperation, addiction, and something else was present. Teasingly she pulled out a cookie from the jar and slowly, real slow in front of them, savoring the moment. "Mm," her moan was dragged out, "these are delicious." She added oil to the flame.

Jason was now slightly mad, "Jaylin you better give us those cookies right this instant."

"Beat me and you get it, house rules," she said, perfectly knowing that those weren't real, but they didn't. It seemed they didn't believe her, so she spoke once more, "new rule, Alfred and Bruce made it up with my suggestion. Training."

The batboys charged leaping to tackle her down. Jason aiming for her waist, Tim her legs with Damian, Dick got heh upper body. Her eyes widened at the sudden attack. Jumping over Jason, meaning avoiding both Tim and Damian, she had to deal with Dick. He was behind her, so twisting her body mid-air, going higher, she avoided his arms. Landing as if a gymnast with the cookie jar at hand, she sighed in relief.