The Batcave would make for a very poor pillow fort. Consider the bat part of it, as well as the cave part.

[ Unless Dick enjoys sleeping on rocky ground and waking up to bats in the fort tent, of course. ]

No, the living room will continue to suffice.

[ Once, they'd actually made one in his bedroom. Damian had been outraged, but too sick (a rarity, given his genetic modifications, but it does happen) to put up much of a fuss. It had been pleasant, marathoning movies with his siblings scattered in various states of disarray across him. Until his limbs started to go numb, that is.

(That was about the time he kicked them off the bed.)

He grimaces at the title, rolling his eyes. ]

I appreciate your concern for my welfare. [ So dry. Drier than the Sahara. He doesn't get his 'butt kicked' you little brat-- ] And call me anything but Mr. Wayne. I'm only twenty-six, Richard.

[ Damian does not realize that he is giving Dick full license to come up with ridiculous nicknames. He will regret this. ]