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Dick was proud of himself; he was Robin, he was doing well in school, and most importantly, he had Bruce and Alfred by his side. Oh, and he couldn't forget his adopted brother Jason, who was just a pain in the ass. Dick was the first son. Why did Bruce have to pick another child under his wing? Wasn't he enough, or was B trying to create an army of sidekicks?
Jason could be quite troublesome, always leaving things scattered on the floor of their shared room. Bruce had insisted that they share the space to help them bond, but it often led to frustration. And then there was Jason's annoying catchphrase: "Being Robin gives me magic." Dick knew he was two years older than Jason, but sometimes he wondered why an eight-year-old could act so strangely.
There were moments when he even caught Jason doing strange things like making a barricade against the door or even eating bugs. Sometimes he questioned whether Jason was really human... or if he just didn't like him at all.
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“Hey! Could you stop that?! I’m trying to sleep like a normal person, you freak!” Dick groaned, yanking his pillow over his head to drown out the sound of plastic blocks clattering and the sound of lego towers falling over and over again.
“Not now, dickhead, I’m trying to build a defense system!” Jason snapped without looking up, carefully placing another LEGO structure in front of the door. His hair was a mess, his eyes soft yet sleepy, and his pajamas were in a beautiful color of baby blue.
Dick sat up from his cozy bed, his blanket now clutched in his small hands. “What the hell do you even think is going to attack us? Evil rats? Alfred’s judgmental stare? Or the homework you haven't done? You are just an idiot.”
Jason gave him a hurt look. “You are a crackhead. There are ninjas outside and mind-controlling aliens, and worse, there could be mind-controlling alien ninjas!. Besides, yesterday I heard that psycho cat meowing like crazy at night. Believe me, dickead, he is trying to eat us!”
“That’s Mrs. Katzenberg’s Persian cat, and he is older than you. I don’t think it’s a threat, unlike you, snot eater.”
“You don’t know that, and I don't eat snots! You do!” Jason shouted at him while doing for the seventh time a LEGO tower. Dick tried to destroy the barricade but once again it only lead to Jason pushing him away and immediately he tried to push Jason against the floor.
"You are a goblin!" Jason pulled dicks hair with so much force to almost rip it off.
"You are a weirdo!" Dick tried to kick Jaons legs.
Before the two could escalate into a full-blown plastic missile war, a sharp knock came from the other side of the door.
Bruce entered the boy's bedroom and accidentally destroyed the LEGO barricade. He sighed at the sight of the fight and, with his voice calm but with that Batman edge, cut through the tension. “Boys. It’s 6:30. Breakfast. Alfred made French toast, get downstairs immediately before it gets cold.”
Jason froze mid-barricade. Dick rolled his eyes but got up.
“I expect this room to be cleared before school.” Bruce was leaving the bedroom when he stepped over a toy dinosaur left from the prior night's playdate with one of Jason's classmates. It was not easy for Jason to socialize a lot; he didn't like it. He is a sweet child, but he doesn't trust children at all, not even to share his lunch. He knows better that Jason never liked school or kids, or teachers. He only liked being Robin; being Robin gave him magic, magic he had never experienced before. Is not Jason's fault, he wasn't a bad kid, he was just.....different.
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HAAA this is my first time doing a story :)))))) I hope you like the first part, I will try to do tomorrow the second chapter