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Jason, Danny, and little Georgie, we're in the car, special ecto-proof restraints holding the toddler into his carseat. Frostbite tried his best to predict when powers would start to crop up. He'd said that gravity resistance would likely be the first to pop up, and lo and behold, Georgie often hovered and floated around.
Frosty claimed that more powers would take time to come in, and they would likely be the general ghostly powerset, more specialized powers coming in around 10-12. Danny, freaking out at the prospect of his son randomly phasing through things like clothes, seatbelts, and walls on accident had ecto proofed just about everything (and Bruce, being the great Grandpa he was, also had the manor proofed).
Georgie hadn't yet started to phase, but a car accident wasn't when Danny wanted to find out he'd wrangled himself out of his car seat, so that was a non-option.
Pulling around the drive of the manor, Danny popped out of the car and headed around to pull out his son. Today was a floaty day, many days were floaty days at this point, so once the boy was unbuckled, Danny fastened him into his custom-built harness and leash.
Was it weird to have a baby on a leash? Yes, yes it was. Did it help keep B from having a heart attack? Yes, yes it did. Danny could easily fly and keep up, but a bunch of vigilante control freaks, Danny's husband included, did not like seeing a nearly two-year-old floating twenty feet in the air, so leash it was.
Once out, Geogrie floated up, a balloon on a string came to mind. Jason came around the car and placed his hand in Danny's as they walked up to the front door of the Manor.
As they always did, the pair took a deep breath before knocking on the door, mentally preparing for a house full of Waynes. Alfred, of course, opened the door.
"Masters Jason, Danny, and George, it is good to see you all. Happy holidays," the butler/grandfather/great-grandfather greeted warmly.
"Good to see you, Alfie," Jason said, side hugging the man as he handed him his coat.
"Pawpaw Alf!" Georgie squealed before concentrating as hard as he could to float closer to the old man. It looked almost as if he was constipated, but he did eventually float close enough to latch onto the side of Alfred's neck.
"Hello there, little one, it's good to see you," Alfred replied, stroking the boy's thick black locks. "I believe most of the family is in the sitting room."
"Thank you, Alfred," Danny said, placing a kiss on the older man's cheek and readjusting the tote on his shoulder while Jason started down the hallway.
"Sup, you flippin' floppers," Jason yelled as he threw the doors to the sitting room open. He'd taken to cursing in the most ridiculous ways to avoid teaching the kid anything.
A chorus of 'hey's' and 'whats ups' circled the room, most everyone just chatting idly or looking at their devices. Dick, of course, ran up to grab the floating child.
"Uncle Dickie!" the boy giggled.
"Hey there, spooky. How's it floatin'" Dick laughed, smoothing his face against George's.
"Are you e'sited for Santa, Uncle Dickie? I hope he got my letter! I asked him for a baby Red Hood!"
"Awww, I thought Nightwing was your favorite," Dick frowned.
"He's my second favoritist, but Red Hood's gots a cool helmet!" the boy declared. Honestly, his favorite depended on the day, much to Jason's chagrin.
"Alright, everyone, dinner is ready," Alfred spoke from the door.
Once they were all in the dining room, the final member of the family entered, just back from a long meeting on the Watchtower.
"Gran'pa Bruce!" the little boy cried as he flung himself at the latest arrival.
"Hey, starlight, you ready to eat?"
"Mhmm, can I sit wif you?" the boy grinned, a little fang poking out.
"Of course," Bruce said, plucking the boy from he air and setting him on his lap. "Happy holiday's everyone."
FIN FOR REALISES