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“Give it to me.”
“No way!”
“Give me the fucking frisbee!”
“No!”
Dick sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, “Tim...”
“Me?! It’s my frisbee!” Tim yells, dodging Jason’s grabs for the plastic disc.
Damian looks up at Dick, eyes flicking between all of his brother’s while Titus sits dutifully by his side, “Grayson, is this...?”
Dick sighs again, “Tim, give me the frisbee.”
Tim narrows his eyes at Jason, then tosses the frisbee to Dick.
“The fuck, dude?” Jason yells, tackling Tim the ground. The two wrestle in the grass for a moment before Tim manages to wriggle out of his older brother’s hold and scramble to his feet. “Slippery little shit,” Jason huffs, staying seated on the ground, “Why does Dickie get the frisbee?”
“Because he can be trusted,” Tim sniffs, ”He’s a acrobat.”
Dick twirls the frisbee between his hands, “Okay, Damian, I’m going to throw the frisbee for Titus to chase, okay?”
Damian doesn’t say anything, but his fingers loop around Titus’ collar just incase something goes wrong. What can he say? His... ‘brothers’ aren’t always the most reliable.
Dick flings the frisbee across the field.
Damian’s grip on Titus tightens as he watches the frisbee fly across the field and over the road, straight into incoming traffic.
Tim’s hands cover his face when he snorts.
Jason blinks, “What the fuck, Richard?”