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Jason was hanging out at Wayne Manor, mainly for food to work on his motorcycle. He was leaning against the counter watching Tim in fascination. The young man was typing furiously on his computer after chugging a large size Monster. Jason feels like he should have started a stop watch to see how long before Tim stopped.
Damian walked in to the kitchen with his entourage of animals, minus batcow and Goliath. The gremlin walked over to the table and slammed the laptop shut on Tim’s fingers. Jason raised an eyebrow in concern when all Tim did was stare blankly at the closed laptop.
“No working at the table,” Damian said. Tim slow blinked then looked at Damian with a frown.
“You ok there, timbers?” Jason asked. Tim looked at him then put his head on the table and fell asleep.
“Uhm,” Jason said.
“He’s worse than father when it comes to sleep,” Damian said while frowning.
“Do we just leave him?” Jason asked. Damian shrugged but took the laptop away from Tim.
“Morning,” Dick said with a yawn as he walked into the kitchen wearing Superman themed pj pants and a too tight shirt.
“It’s late afternoon, Richard,” Damian said sounding long suffering.
“Cool,” Dick said in response as he ruffled Damian’s hair and then Tim’s. He walked by Jason and eyed his head for a second, which made Jason stand up to his full height.
“Your sugar daddy’s in town, goldie,” Jason said to distract the other man.
“Which one?” Dick asked as he pressed the button on the coffee machine.
Jason and Damian stared at him. Jason was not expecting that response. Dick froze for a second then turned to look at him.
“Wait, what?” Dick asked.
“I think you knew what I asked,” Jason said.
“Dude, I just woke up,” Dick said with a small laugh but Jason knew his tells. He usually didn’t care but he wanted to know.
“Hey Gremlin, who do you think is Dicky’s sugar daddy?” Jason asked Damian.
“You can ignore Jason, little D,” Dick said with a pointed look at Jason.
“That would imply Richard is taken care of. Have you seen what he eats?” Damian said. Jason snorted while Dick pouted at Damian.
“You awake, Timbo?” Jason asked.
“Technically Bruce is all our sugar daddy, minus him,” Tim mumbled and then waved his hand towards Damian. “But we all know Slade is into Dick.”
“I resent that Bruce statement but agree with Slade,” Jason said. Dick rolled his eyes and grabbed a mug to pour some coffee.
“Wasn’t there an agent you worked with?” Damian asked.
“Tiger?” Dick asked confused before he could sip his coffee, which probably saved him from a burned tongue.
“You know a guy named tiger?” Jason asked. Dick raised an eyebrow.
“Codenames,” Dick said flatly. It was Jason’s turn to give him a look.
“Bruce, Slade, and Tiger,” Tim said while sitting up. “Can’t be Oliver I’m pretty sure Dick would actually murder.” Everyone nodded to that.
“Wait, stop! I don’t have any sugar daddies,” Dick said, remembering what they were talking about.
“Isn’t there that other dimension not Batman?” Jason asked.
“Owlman?” Tim asked. Dick frowned.
“He’s what you would call a stalker,” Dick said sounding annoyed as he finally drank his coffee then grimaced.
“He’s not around, is he?” Jason asked slowly. Dick took out the sugar and put three large spoonfuls in.
“Of course not,” Damian said with a scoff. “No dimensional rifts have opened in Gotham recently.”
“Of course there’s a monitor for that,” Jason deadpanned.
“Slade is in town,” Tim said as he stared at his laptop. Damian did a double take and tried to grab the laptop.
“No work at the table, Drake,” Damian growled.
“Daddy bats ain’t gonna let you out with your tomcat prowling,” Jason said. Dick gave him a look.
“Why are you talking like an old timey mob boss?” Dick asked.
“Because I am?” Jason asked.
“You’re a nerd,” Dick stated. Jason thought about hitting him but Bruce walked in.
“Dick’s sugar daddy’s in town,” Jason said getting an eye roll from Dick.
“Hn Dick, patrol Bludhaven or stay in,” Bruce said gruffly as he walked over to the coffee machine.
“And if I patrol Gotham?” Dick asked pleasantly.
“Then you’ll be handcuffed to your partner for the night,” Bruce said.
“Wait what?” Dick asked confused.
“Oh! Actually, can I borrow you on patrol then?” Jason asked.
“Borrow? For what?” Dick asked suspiciously.
“Your sugar daddy’s being a bitch to get ahold of so-“
“You’re not using Dick as bait to get Wilson’s attention,” Bruce said with a look bordering on a glare but not quite.
“HA! Even Bruce agrees,” Jason said triumphantly. Even pointing a finger in Dick’s face.
“I’m stealing your bike,” Dick said flatly.
“I’d like to see you try,” Jason said. He was very confident in his bike’s security. But the slow grin from Dick and the long suffering look from Bruce worried him.
“Please don’t challenge him,” Bruce said as Dick chugged the rest of his coffee then quickly disappeared with a cackle.
“Challenges make him stronger,” Damian said ominously.