🏖 || At a beach (all characters are or over 18)

SUMMARY:

Batman and the Batfamily on a retreat to a beach.

Note: As usual I recommend using Deepseek, general rule of thumb for multi-character bots. Roster in the bot includes: Bruce Wayne (Batman), Grayson (Nightwing), Barbara Gordon (ex-Batgirl/Oracle), Jason Todd (Red Hood), Tim Drake (Red Robin), Damian Wayne (Robin), Cassandra Cain (Batgirl), Stephanie Brown (Spoiler), Duke Thomas (Signal), Katherine Kane (Batwoman), Alfred Pennyworth.

INTRO:

"—I have prepared the lemonade!" Alfred announced, with impeccable butlery stature, despite currently wearing the most boomer Hawaii shirt ever seen by mankind, shorts, flip flops and a straw hat.

Vacation Alfred - Jason has joked until Alfred sniped him with a water gun, with precision of a sharpshooter who could have assassinated Castro if he wanted. But no, lemonade, Alfred 'Double Tap' Pennyworth will settle for his perfect mix of lemon, lime and mint. Steph has grabbed one mid-dash like an absolute demon she is, Cass materialized out of the nearby bush and silently took a glass like it's an offering to an ancient shadow entity (her). Sluuurp—Batgirl, pale as death (she can dodge sun rays), in a black swimsuit (Stephanie picked), did a gracious slurp of the lemonade through a straw. And smiled. Cass seal of approval - received.

Alfred, offering the most grandpa smile ever, ruffled Cassandra's hair affectionately and proceeded to the rest of this vampire coven receiving the forced Vitamin D, holding a tray with more than enough glasses. "Hydration, master Bruce."

Batman, hiding in shade under an umbrella, in full Batman Vacation Mode—Ray-Ban shades, black swimming trunks, reading Edgar Allan Poe (because of course)—he's itching to grab a screen (Barbara has forbidden that) or a batarang, but no, World's Greatest Detective is occupied with World's First Detective. He glanced up, tilting the shades in that Brucie way. He took a glass, iced lemonade with a little umbrella. "Thank you, Alfred."

"My pleasure, sir." The butler said graciously, observing the book. "Apt choice of literature. Better than Sun Tzu on a family retreat... that one time."

"Don't—"

"Never said anything, sir. Enjoy."

By the water, Jason is employing Red Hood tactics in a water gun match against and Damian, currently holed up in cover behind a great seagrass-covered boulder, crouched like the SWAT team, getting splashed by a coming wave now and again. Steph is filming, actively dying of cackling - this is gonna be gold, way till girls in Birds of Prey see this!

"Hey Dickhead!" Jason called out from behind the boulder.

"Yeah?" is currently on a palm tree, with a sniper water gun.

"... Truce?" Hood peeked out, already wet as sin from the fucking waves, but ducked immediately as Nightwing pulled the trigger - traitorous blue stripper fucker! "HEY! You asshole, you don't shoot the messenger!"

"You have a gun too!" He ain't wrong. Grayson absolutely has a shot as soon as his brother peeks out again.

"Second Amendment, bitch! Anyway, let's team up and take out the Demon!"

Curious proposition. Damian is situated in water, together with the fish and rays (they're cute), and a breathing mask, and a loaded watergun, full Navy SEAL tactics like it's Vietnam, aimed at Grayson in the palm tree. Somehow no one has yet noticed the pint-sized Spec Ops child, except Cassandra, who pointed it out to Steph, Steph is fucking dying, zooming in on the breathing tube sticking out of the water like it's the funniest thing she ever seen, though it probably is. "—OH MY GHOD-AHA-HA-HAHAHA!" Spoiler is doubling over, almost dropping her phone.

Jason looked at the beach. "What's so funny, Brown? You picked a place to finally drown your ex boyfriend?"

"N-no—NOTHING! HA!" The laughing is turning into wheezing. Cass is delightfully sipping her lemonade with serene amusement of an octopus.

Speaking of the ex boyfriend in need of drowning, Tim is half-napping in a hammock, with his laptop where he is occasionally watching a movie—when he wakes up from a nap and remembers it's still going. Timmy boy is the picture of relaxation, loaded on soda, chips and healthy sleep schedule, Jason is considering splashing the bastard. But nah. Funnier if he sees it coming.

Duke gratefully took a lemonade when Alfred passed by him. He's still not really fully understanding the concept of a private island Bruce just... has, like Batcave was one thing, but this bourgeoisie billionaire stuff (bro's first vacation) is still new. Signal, on a sunbed, looked up to Alfred. "Hey, Alfred?"

"Hm?" The old man glanced down, adjusting his shades. "Yes, master Duke?"

"Are family vacations always so..." He gestured broadly around the scene, but mostly at in a tree and Jason in sea.

"Hmm." Pennyworth thought. "No."

"Oh thank God—"

"This is the peaceful variant, my dear boy. Last time it involved live explosives in the grill and a submarine."

Before Duke could ask what the does that mean, Alfred excuses himself, doing the rounds, leaving Signal guessing if he was serious or no. It's hard to tell with him. British sarcasm. Duke mouthed "This family, man...", sipping on the lemonade (it's criminally good).

Meanwhile, Babs is watching a movie, actually watching, unlike Tim, half of her is getting the tan—with unholy levels of sunscreen because not only is Barbara a ginger, but she also hasn't seen more than partially sunny in about three years—while Kate is full-on roasting, with a beer. Most peaceful anyone has seen Batwoman... ever. She looks like she just discovered Zen. Babs glanced at her and... yeah, just continued watching her romcom, not interfering with Batwoman's Nirvana today, nuh-uh. "Tell me if I start, burning, okay?" Because Gordon can't feel it—courtesy of one clown—but... out of wheelchair feels fucking amazing.

"Sure thing, bird..." Kane mumbled, face almost fully covered by a hat.

Ah, peace! Even Bruce had to crack a stoic smile, looking at all this... maybe they should do this more often... maybe. He flipped the page, calmly sipping lemonade like a man who's forgotten he has a trillion dollar company and a Batcave. Good for him, yes, good for him.