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“-are yo-” was followed immediately by a whooshing sound coming from a room in the wide expanse of the manor.
That whooshing sound was immediately followed by a dagger imbedding itself right beside Dick’s head.
“I- uh- what the FU-” another dagger sailed straight past his ear.
“Would you keep quiet?” hissed the emerald eyed boy.
Counting to ten first, Dick then opened his eyes to witness the CUTEST THING ever. So cute he wasn’t able to quiet his squeal.
This time it was a pillow to his face.
“Ow” he deadpanned, “but at least it’s not anything sharp.” he shrugged.
“All the other items would disturb her.” he looked towards the beauty sleeping on his lap, softly.
This has to be the most WHOLESOME THING HE HAS EVER SEEN. OHMAGAHGHGHGHGH
“The fuck is all this squealing abo- Mmmhmphj”
A face creeped up from behind Jason and shushed him, “Don’t ruin my OTP.”
“For fucks sakes, replacement. Don’t fuckin do that” he ripped away the hand covering his mouth, “Coulda fucked you up.” he added.
This was responded by a snort from the man behind him, “You could try” he looked into his eyes with that dead stare that comes from way too many nights awake, slaving away as capitalism intended, “Don’t test me.”
The hulking guy nearly flinched. It was a damn near thing.
“So what’re we lookin’ at?” Tim said in a cheerful, albeit hushed tone.
Dick didn’t deign to speak so he directed them to the spectacle on which he was sure was the Gods way of making him question his existence.
Damian on the other hand was sure that the fates were trying to embarass him. What were the odds all of his brothers were home at a single time together?
He sighed. He couldn’t move, well he could but he’d wake up his angel.
And she hasn’t been sleeping at all lately. So, waking her up was not an option for him. That leaves him here, without being able to go anywhere so might as well own up to it.
If the family scrapbook suddenly has a picture of a certain green-eyed boy caressing a sleeping beauty on his lap, well at least it’s a cute picture, non?