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“Don’t just stand there! Help!”
Tim frantically twisted, his hands above his head as he tried to keep his bag away from the swarm of ducks quacking and gathering around his legs. Damian was no help, cackling in laughter several feet away.
“Robin, I swear on your mother’s pet tiger if you don’t stop laughing and do something, I’m going to- ack!”
One particularly enterprising duck flew at his head and he nearly tripped over a bird at his feet.
“Birds of a feather flock together, Red Robin,” Damian said flippantly. “Perhaps you should stop taunting them.”
“It’s evidence,” Tim hissed. “And I’m not taunting them!”
“They certainly think you are,” Damian said, finally deigning to come help Tim. “Too bad Father didn’t foresee the need for duck-repellent. Quack quack, come get some yummy sunflower seeds, much better than some crummy old bread.”
He scattered a handful of seeds on the ground away from Tim, catching a few birds’ attention. The rest quickly followed, spotting an easier mark than Tim and scrambling to get to the feast of seeds before their compatriots did.
Tim sighed with relief; he was never going to look at a duck the same way again.