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It was ridiculous, honestly. How every girl just threw themselves at Jon, batting their eyelashes as if they hadn't been screaming at the top of their lungs. And Kent, ever the hero, always goes for the save.
Which is among the many reasons Damian admired his friend. What he did not admire was how dense he could be – no not literally.
It was exhausting, to have his thoughts so invaded by his friend this early in the day.
He sat at the island of the manor's large kitchen. A kitchen that was clearly more for show than use with its marble countertops and elegant black cabinets and drawers, as if the four grand almost cathedral windows on the far wall didn't already tell you that then the large candelabra chandelier will. It was characteristically cold, the cloudy grey fog hovering above Gotham city visible from the manor windows where it sat on its hill overlooking the expanse.
Damian usually thought the darker scenery beautiful, in the quiet way Gotham always was, however at the moment the eerie looking fog gave him an existential dread.
His thoughts were overclouded, and unlike the city it would not dissipate come nightfall.
Because then he would have to do it all over again.
“Do I wanna know why you're glaring at the floor like you're gonna kill it?”
Damian looked up to acknowledge Timothy, pouring his morning coffee. Looking like he had fallen asleep at his desk.
Judging by the red mark on his face and the slight hunch in his shoulders.
“I thought pennyworth cut you off,” he wrinkled his nose at the smell of coffee wafting through the air. “Yeah but I have a stash, don't tell him though. Anyway, why are you sitting here contemplating murder?”
“‘tt’ i never contemplate it drake if i want you dead, your dead, simple.”
Tim rolled his eyes,
“stop deflecting, what's going on?”
Damian raised a brow, incredulously and sighed.
A moment of silence passed.
As silent as it can be with Tim sipping the beverage that was clearly still too hot.
“I expect Todd to be this persistent but not you.”
“I'm bored, amuse me,” Tim shrugged, taking a long sip from his mug. Burning his tongue again.
Damian looked up at the doorway again, clearly he was sleeping in today,
“I was waiting for Richard but I suppose you'll do.”
Damian saw the small smile on Tim's face, because to him it most likely seemed like Damian was trusting him. Foolish, he was merely using him to get advice.
Tim walked over to the island stools and pulled out the one next to Damian.
Damian would never admit he tolerated Drake's presence. He would never admit that he somewhat enjoyed it, That would be insanity.
One horrible squirming, stomach twisting emotion at a time.
He took a breath, put his hands in his lap and, begrudgingly (keep telling yourself that you weak minded fool) started explaining.
“Me and Jon were patrolling last night, as usual.” and honestly the second he began speaking he couldn't stop, his emotions taking control over his brain, which seemed to just happen when Jon was involved. Is that a kryptonian thing?
He would have to do some research into it.
“we had just stopped an attempted mugging and were tying up the thugs, when we hear a scream, Jon flew over the second he heard it and in the minute it took me to swing there she was already rescued, and safely on the ground,” Damian took a breath tightly clasping his hands together to refrain from grinding his teeth.
“yet for some strange unbeknownst reason she kept her arms around Jon's neck as if he were her last goddamn hope, and he just let her!”
He surprised himself at the outburst, and at the still pure annoyance that had been present since the incident.
Tim blinked at him owlishly,(Robinishly?)Oh great he was making bad puns now. I will get you for this Richard.
“She was probably just scared, what happened?” Tim asked.
“She was intoxicated while dancing on a roof, the predictable thing happened.”
“Ok then that explains it, she was drunk and scared probably wasn't acting like herself.”
He was going to smack Tim's head into the counter.
“But it's not just her! It's everyone! Anyone he saves thinks they get the right to invade all his personal space!" Damian huffed.
He assumed Tim would have understood, he's seen the clone get swooned over hundreds of times, and the idiot interacts with every flirtatious wave sent his way.
Did that not aggravate Tim? Why he had ever agreed to indulge the idiot was beyond Damian. Romances were nothing but a distraction and a liability, he had observed as much.
But this was different entirely, Damian was simply worried that his friend was too nice to tell somebody that they could shove it up their a-
“Why does that bother you so much?”
He gave him his hardest glare which would have scared anyone else but Drake was used to being on the receiving end of it.
“It doesn't, what bothers me is that these cretins know nothing about human decency and have no shame. And Jon's is too nice to tell them off.”
“For what for being saved? Jon's a nice kid, maybe you should tell him that it's bothering you instead of being dramatic.”
Damian's fingers twitched, the knives were only a few inches from him, he could hide the body easily but how to cover up Tim's absence?
“What am I supposed to say, Drake? ‘Oh by the way, Kent, it annoys me endlessly, and makes me violently ill when you allow the civilians you save, to portray their thanks with affection that should strictly pertain to a romantic relationship-""Who says romantic relationship? Talk like a normal person,” Tim interrupted, Damian continued with annoyance clear in his voice “It's not only embarrassing for them, but for you as well, and indirectly therefore me. And it's especially embarrassing that you do nothing to stop it. Wanna get a burger?’”
Sarcasm. Todd would be proud.
He looked at Tim who was clearly holding in laughter. With very little success.
“Wait hold on, Like what ?” Tim asked
“kisses, they always do it, on the cheek obviously.”
“And why is that obvious?”
“Because who would kiss a stranger on the lips, that's insanity!”
Tim did laugh a bit that time,
Damian didn't even need the knives at this point he was gonna strangle Drake with his damn hoodie strings.
“Honestly I wouldn't put it past them, either its the paparazzi egging them on or People think they own the rights to any super or celebrity they like, but the real question is Why is this getting to you so badly?”
Damian glared at him once more before getting up, he was cursed to be forever surrounded by dense moronic idiots.
Drake was clearly trying to piece together something, his finger tapping idly on his mug.
a very annoying tick when they were working on files.
“Because he is my best friend and if he will not put up boundaries i will do it for him.” He stomped off toward the cave, he needed to clear his mind. He passed through the long hallway just as Jason walked into the kitchen just in time to nearly collide with him. He just kept going toward the cave. He was not going to let Jon take up residents in his frontal lobe; he would not. And he was not going to let his emotions control his actions. And that included calling Todd an idiot for letting his guard down. He smiled to himself ‘See I'm getting better at this being nice thing.’ he would have told Jon. Dammit.
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“Damn ok not even gonna say good morning or at the very least insult me?”
Tim just sat there lost in thought, getting more confused with every passing one.
There's no reasonable explanation to why he's getting mad over this?
“Did you say something to him?” Jason asked, walking toward the island– he had come home the other night bruised and tired claiming his safe house was too far and he was gonna crash at the manor for a bit. Which wasn't true at all Tim knew where all of Jason's safe houses were– but he didn't say anything.
“No he did it all on his own, he's a big boy now.” Tim remarked.
Jason rolled his eyes “was just making sure y'all weren't fighting smartass, what happened?”
“I honestly don't know, he went on a rant about how a girl Jon saved kissed him on the cheek,"
Tim shrugged his mind slowly reeling back into different theories.
It's Damian for him the mission comes first, He probably thinks if Jon gets a girlfriend he'll have less time for the Superson's, yeah! That makes so much sen-
But then he caught the creepy grin that broke out over Jason's face in his peripheral vision.
“Oh dickies gonna owe me so much money.”
Tim was officially curious, this wasn't gonna end well for him.
“What did you guys bet on this time?”
“Who would ask who out first, and the demon spawn can't even figure out he's jealous. Let alone confess, not on this earth and not on the next,” Jason replied nonchalantly.
“Confess to who?”
Jason looked at him amused.
Then it hit him, albeit very lightly.
“You think Damian likes Jon?”
Jason rolled his eyes “use that big brain Timmy, it's painfully obvious.”
“What's painfully obvious,” Dick walked into the kitchen still in pajamas, who had traveled over from Blüdhaven because of some 'Wayne' stuff Bruce had called him for.
“How ugly you are,” he grabbed the orange juice out the fridge and chugged it.
“That's not true and you know it, and really?
“It was already half empty,” Jason added, throwing away the carton.
“Just get a cup, it isn't that hard?”
“Why would I get a cup dirty when there's only a little bit left in there?”
Tim sighed loudly, if not to draw attention back to the main focus then to stop whatever back and forth was about to happen between the booty-short boys™.
The way they both had to beat each other at everything (including a conversation) would be comedic if it wasn't extremely annoying.
“Jason seems to think Damian has a little crush on Jon," Tim stated.
“No, I think they both like each other, a lot,” Jason corrected.
“Oh yeah obviously,” Dick replied, looking to the seat where Damian had been, “Where is he, he usually rants to me about patrol during breakfast?”
“He must have been waiting for you but when he thought you weren't coming down he just told me instead.”
“Damn you were totally used as a rebound,” Jason laughed out.
“Did something serious happen?” Dick asked, concerned.
“no, a girl kissed Jon on the cheek after he saved her,” Tim paused. "He seemed strangely annoyed about it for some reason?”
“Yeah for some strange mysterious reason.” Jason rolled his eyes.
“And what did you say?” Dick asked.
Tim ran a hand down his face and internally winced “I asked him why it was bothering him so much.”
Jason and Dick looked at each other and then back at him.
“Even I know that's not right, but anyways dickie be ready to pay me, in cash.”
“Nothing's finalized yet! Damian could still totally ask.”
“Yeah no, not my fault you bet on the kid who thought he had a heart problem that seemed to only show up around a certain kryptonian.” Jason replied smugly.
Dick smiled fondly,
“Or when he thought he had a fever when Jon complimented his drawings,” Dick laughed at the memory
“So he's a bit oblivious, but Jon's way too shy, Tim come on back me up on this- Tim?”
Omg. they were right.
The way Damian would rant about him, the way he would remember every little compliment Jon told him.
The redness on his face when he Jon flew him places, Tim had always assumed it was from the wind and maybe it was but there was no denying Damian was closer with Jon than he was with- well anyone.
And he'd be lying if he said he hadn't seen Damian sketch Jon, a lot.
“How did i not realize, How did you two notice before me!”
“Notice what?”
A deep voice snapped him back to reality, maybe, he might still be asleep?
“That–,” but then he saw his brothers shaking their heads, in unison.
Oh duh, if Bruce knew he'd tried to get involved, or worse he'd try and help.
“A lead in that case from a couple nights ago, thanks for the help guys.”
Bruce looked between his sons suspiciously
“You asked for help on a case?”
“Yes Bruce, I know that's a hard concept to wrap your head around,” Tim replied sarcastically.
Bruce rolled his eyes, and relented to making himself a cup of coffee “for you yes it is.”
“Hey where's Alfie?" Dick asked
Bruce smiled, “is that why you're all waiting around so he can make you guys breakfast?”
“Kind of,” Dick replied
“I was gonna help with breakfast actually, but he's not here so ill just make eggs for everyone."
“Hm, yes well He's getting stuff organized for the upcoming gala,” Bruce replied tiredly.
“Ugh why do I have to go its just an excuse for people to awkwardly flirt with each other, or try and get you with people you've never met!" Dick complained as if he hadn't known he was going.
“At least you only get the ‘you should meet my daughter’ i get that and ‘oh my son also likes boys too isn't that interesting?” Tim cringed at the memory.
“You two made a commitment, you said you'd be there and I'm not going by myself.” Bruce answered dryly.
“Have fun losers,”
“Can I bring Jason as my plus one?” Dick asked
“I'm dead, remember?" Jason turned the stove on
“People won't recognize you as sweet little Jason Todd! Please, it's so boring.”
“Shut up, I'm still sweet,” Tim raised an eyebrow at him, “when I want to be of course- I might come for snacks not to entertain you and your short attention span.”
“I don't think this is gonna end well but i know if i tell you not to do it you'll do it anyways.”
“I'm glad you know that Brucey.” he cracked a few eggs and mixed them around the pan.
“Maybe I can invite Wally too, I don't know if he's busy?”
“Nope. Absolutely not, he's your plus one. That's all you get every time you invite Wally. He always convinces you to do the stupidest stunts at these events.”
Tim remembered the time Wally dared Dick to hang off the chandelier, that gala was pretty fun.
Dick raised an eye brow,
“And you think Jay won't?"
Jason laughed putting salt and pepper on the eggs “ i also wanna be there when you do your whole “play boy” thing, you know when you act like a total whor-”
“Jason.”
Dick and Jason bursted out laughing.
Tim rolled his eyes “well ima go finish up that file in the cave ill see you guys later!”
He walked away down the hall into the living room toward the grandfather clock.
You would think the large manor would seem scary but, the dark hallways were as comforting as they were oddly chilling and beautiful.
Reaching for the clock face, fingers moving the clock hands to 10:47 in a practiced motion.
The familiar sound of clicks in the back of his mind as the mechanism holding the clock shut began opening.
The clock moved to the side revealing two silver metal poles, and a long drop into darkness.
He reached for the metal, wrapping his arms and legs around it like he had a million times, the coolness of the pole breaching through his clothes, as he descended into the cave.
He had to apologize to Damian, and maybe he can even relate he had a crush on a Superboy once, and look how that was going, for him.
He entered the cave and immediately saw Damian throwing knives at one of the practice dummies.
Not even throwing but simply flicking his wrist in a precise and swift motion. The knife flew through the air and stuck itself right in the dummy's throat.
One sticking right into its chest.
Another right in its head.
Maybe this was a bad time.
Damian went over to pull the knives out of the plastisol torso.
“Are you going to stand there gawking, Drake or do you wish to speak?”
“Uh, the second option?”
Damian put the knives down on the floor, so Tim took it as a sign to approach.
Then again he could totally have one in his pocket?
“I was thinking about your um, situation and it reminded me of something.”
Damian tilted his head to the side, curiously.
“I thought you found my situation inadequate.”
He crossed his arms,
“What no, just a little funny-”
“You find my annoyance, ‘funny’?”
“No just, what I meant is I think I've been in the same place as you, like with Konner.”
“actually, I meant to ask you about that.”
“About how i got with Konner?”
Damian rolled his eyes
“I couldn't care less about who you decide to indulge Drake, I meant to ask how does it not aggravate you when he flirts with every single being on planet earth.”
“Um well it used to,” Tim scratched the back of his neck, “but I know that's just Konner's personality. I know he's not actually flirting with them and he stopped for the most part when we got together and stuff.”
“Then you cannot help me, unless you wish to spar i ask you to leave me be.”
Honestly the amount of times Damian reminded him of Bruce was scary, even though the more he grew into his features the more like his mother he looked.
Tim had no choice did he, was this always the way issues had to be solved?
“You know what, sure, I need to wake up anyways,” he stretched and took off his hoodie leaving his skin to prickle in the cold air. At least he had a tank top under.
Damian smirked
“Very well.” as if he hadn't suggested it?
He took his stance at the other side of the mat.
Tim did the same.
He might as well hit it off. Oh god not a pun, I've been spending too much time with Dick.
“So you're annoyed because Jon is flirting with them?”
Damian rushed him.
Tim got ready to punch him, but at the last moment Damian ducked and tried to sweep his leg.
Fortunately Tim knew Damian used his height to his advantage and already predicted that, he jumped over Damian's legs and landed in a tucked roll as he came back up in stance again.
“Nice try, use the leg sweep as a faint not as an attack.” Tim explained
They were both now on opposite sides of where they started the match.
the sound of timed regulated breaths filled the empty air.
“I don't need fighting tips Drake! And he doesn't flirt with anyone,” Damian huffed, lunging for a right hook. “But he allows others to flirt with him, to be near him, that type of closeness should be earned.”
Tim dodged again and tried to kick Damian in the side, "I doubt he's really allowing it? And he's literally just doing his job, you want him to let them fall?”
The brat grabbed his leg and used the momentum of the kick to flip him onto his back.
“No! Of course not! The mission comes first, always. But Jon lets people get too close. He trusts too much and I'm worried that'll end with a kryptonite knife in his back.”
The air got knocked out of him for a moment, but he still saw Damian's leg heading straight for him, he rolled out the way grabbing it, to pull Damian down by his leg and stood up again.
“You sound like you're describing things you'd do at this point, are you sure you're not just jealous?"
he questioned, whipping a thin layer of sweat from his forehead.
Damian looked him straight in the eye, pushing up quickly and aiming a punch to Tim's face.
Still a bit disoriented and thinking through new information, Tim forgot to dodge.
‘Make him mad while having access to hit you, brilliant Tim.'
Damian punched him right in the nose.
He heard a faint pop.
“Shit!” Tim stumbled back a bit a hand going to his nose
He saw Damian put a hand over his mouth in surprise.
“You were supposed to dodge that!!”
“I'm sorry I let you punch me?”
“I'm dead I'm so dead, baba will think i did it on purpose!”
“You kind of did do it on purpose,” Tim could smell blood, could feel it slipping out his nose and onto his lip.
The familiar taste of iron all too unpleasant.
Damian ran upstairs, clearly before Tim did so he'd have time to put all the blame on him.
Tim sighed, why does he always get hurt when he tries to be nice.
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Honestly, to wake up to find his sons bickering would probably always be the best thing to wake up to.
Even if the bickering turned into teasing.
And even if that teasing was turned onto him, as long as they were laughing.
“Yeah or that one time he had to pretend to be black out drunk, and started stripping!”
Bruce sighed, of course Dick could remember all the embarrassing cover ups he had to do.
“Oh yeah, I heard about that on the news the next day! Did you actually get on the table?"
Jason asked excitedly.
It's not like he could use this as blackmail, it was public.
“You clearly saw the video, so I don't understand why you're asking?”
Dick smiled, "I had to ‘help him’ out the party so he could go ‘lie down’ it was so hard not to laugh, especially cause the only clothes left were his boxers!”
Jason and Dick began laughing again.
Actually maybe them laughing at me isn't worth it.
Just as he was about to stand up and leave, to preserve any dignity he had left in their eyes,
Damian ran in clear distress.
“Baba, it wasn't my fault! I thought he was gonna dodge it, It wasn't on purpose i swear!”
Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose.
And the day had been starting out relatively nice too.
“What happened?”
Then Tim walked in with blood dripping from his nose, soaking into his white tank.
“Hes telling the truth, it was my fault.” he grabbed a napkin to dab at the blood.
Damian seemed surprised, maybe he thought Tim was gonna try and get him in trouble.
“What happened?” Dick asked.
“He - Well I - we were sparring and Drake got distracted!”
“Damian.” Bruce said sternly
“He's telling the truth, he got a lucky hit.” Tim joked
“‘tt’ I don't need a lucky hit to break every bone in your body Drake.”
“Yeah sure that's why I've beat your ass multiple times.”
Why Tim felt the need to provoke him, was beyond Bruce's comprehension
“Do you wanna go again Drake!?!”
Damian stepped toward him, but a knock at the large window made everyone freeze.
“Kon?”
Tim walked toward the window pressing the napkin under his nose, so the blood wouldn't drip everywhere.
Alfred rarely got mad but blood was pretty hard to get out of the carpet.
Kon flew in and immediately grabbed Tim's face in his hands.
Now Bruce wasn't privy. He didn't care who his sons loved as long as they were happy.
But out of every person on planet earth and beyond that Tim could have chosen.
Why must it have been Konner Kent?
The boy was powerful of course, and he had inherited Clark's strong determination.
But he was also one of the most impulsive people Bruce had ever met and that was saying something.
Just because he was invulnerable did not mean he was immortal.
And if Bruce had reminded him of that and his stash of kryptonite when he and Tim had started dating that was classified information.
“I heard your heartbeat speed up really fast, are you ok?”
Bruce furrowed his brows
“You listen to his heartbeat?
Tim blushed
“I'm fine, really just an accident.” In all the surprise nobody noticed Jon floating by the window.
Nobody but Damian who had walked over.
“Uh, hey dami um also heard your heartbeat pick up but you're ok! so i should have checked before me and Konner just flew over. This is just really awkward now,” he laughed, at least the boy had the decency to look embarrassed.
Kon was still fusing over Tim trying to get the bleeding to stop.
“Let's go to the bathroom, we can wash the blood and I can reset it.”
Tim looked at him suspiciously
“Kon I'm fine really, I was just lost in thought.”
“You need to get out of that brain of yours.”
“Thought you said you liked my brain.” Tim smirked
Kon returned it “to be more accurate, I love your brain, but not when it gets you hurt.”
Bruce was about to say something to spare everyone but Damian beat him to it,
“We're all standing here clone, have some class.” Damian scoffed
“Is the only thing you know how to do is be a jerk,” Kon added
Damian looked to the wall, chin up.
“I didn't mean to hurt him.” he sent Konner a death glare.
“There he apologized, knock it off Kon go faun over your boyfriend." Jon remarked
“That's an apology?" Kon questioned
“It is in Damian speak,” Tim laughed
Damian broke eye contact and turned to Jonathan while Konner went with Tim.
Jon turned and smiled at Bruce,
The boy really did look more and more like Clark every year.
“Hi Mr. Wayne, sorry to intrude and all, my dad says hi.”
“Hello Clark, don't forget to turn in your last mission report by tomorrow.”
Jon laughed, “he hates doing those.”
Bruce smirked, "I know.”
“Wow you talked to my dad without stuttering, farm boy.”
Jon laughed and lightly pushed Damian's shoulder
Bruce cleared his throat,
“So Jonathan, how often do you listen to Damian's heartbeat?”
The boy turned an embarrassed shade of red.
“Um, well not- uh- too often cause privacy and stuff, but sometimes it helps me- um like stay in control to focus on something familiar,”
“Eloquent,” Damian added
“I know kryptonians can hold their breath for an hour, but take a breath little blue he's not integrating you,” Jason informed Jon.
“You sure,” Jon raised a brow
Damian laughed
Bruce continued “that still doesn't answer my,–”
“Well look at the time, don't you have rich boy stuff to do Bruce?”
He sent a glare to his eldest son, they were hiding something.
“Ow!”
Everyone's heads turned toward the hall.
“Well it wouldn't hurt as much if you would just stop moving!”
They heard Konner yell.
Damian rolled his eyes in their direction, “does the clone even know how to reset a nose?”
“I don't know actually, should we go help?”
“Or we can go to my room and play the new game I got,” Damian smirked at Jon.
Jon smiled right back at him.
From the corner of his eye he saw Jason rubbing his pointer and thumb together at Dick, and Dick looked annoyed.
Definitely hiding something.
“That sounds really fun D! But me and Kon need to finish helping Ma with the chores right now, but I can finish up quickly and be back at four so we have some time to play before patrol!”
Damian smiled, “very efficient Kent I'm impressed.”
Jon beamed at the compliment.
Kon and Tim finally emerged from the bathroom,
Konner looked too proud of himself but nothing new there.
Tim following close behind, he was now sporting a superman bandage on his nose, when had they even gotten those?
“Ready to leave Jono?”
“Yup bye Tim! Hope your nose heals quickly!”
Tim smiled “thanks Jon, fly safe, make sure this one doesn't fly too fast.”
Kon rolled his eyes “whatever, see you later wonder boy. Bye Damian, have a safe patrol tonight.”
“‘tt’ i do not need your-”
Bruce cleared his throat.
Damian rolled his eyes, clenching his teeth.
“Thank you, you abomination of modern science.”
Konner shrugged, “That's as close as I'm gonna get.” and flew out the window.
“Don't break any more noses at least till patrol.” Jon said jokingly
“Thee of little faith.”
“Recite Shakespeare all you want doesn't make you right.”
Damian stuck his tongue out, Jon mimicked him.
It was nice to see Damian act like a kid, but he couldn't help the feeling that he was missing something hidden between the lines.
“Come on man, Ma’s gonna give us even more chores if we're late.”
“Ok, I'm coming bye D!”
And with that the two half kryptonians took to the sky.
The whoosh of wind hitting them all a moment later.
“I'm gonna go train some more, i am- sorry for injuring you drake and for inconveniencing you baba have a good day.”
Damian once again left in the direction of the cave
Tim stood there blinking “did he just say sorry, to me?”
Bruce sighed
“I live in a circus,” he sent a glare toward Dick successfully shutting down the expected joke on the tip of his tongue.
Tim looked into space ignoring them both “how did i really never notice, its so obvious?”
“Cause as smart as you are you're emotionally stunted.” Jason declared
Tim opened his mouth to tell him the same in retaliation but Jason had walked away.
“I feel like I'm missing something?” Bruce added
“Always,” Dick laughed
“I really need to speak to Clark about this whole heartbeat thing, is it on purpose, or are they doing it subconsciously and if they are why Damian and Ti-” Bruce continued to mumble.
“Greatest detective my ass.” Dick whispered under his breath
Tim still looked lost in thought, wincing as he went to itch his nose and forgot that it was broken.
He hated not knowing things, as Batman he took pride in knowing things.
It's how he kept everyone safe.
So the fact that they were all very obviously hiding something from him made something competitive and petty boil under his skin.
“What are you thinking about,” Dick asked
“Process of elimination I tried talking, questioning, fighting, relating I don't know what's left?”
“Letting him figure it out on his own?”
Tim raised an eyebrow at him.
“Ok maybe he needs a gentle nudge.” Dick added
“Or a shove.”
Before Dick could correct him in any way Damian came rushing up the stairs again.
“Woah what's the rush?”
Damian's head turned as if he hadn't expected to be acknowledged
“Oh, I realized that my room is a bit unkempt and I am already tired so I wish to spend the remainder of my energy cleaning it before Jon comes over.”
“It's only 10. That's like in 8 hours? Dick informed
Damian rolled his eyes “he's coming over a bit early to play games so I must go clean it now, there are paints and sketches everywhere not to mention clothes now if you do not mind.”
He stomped up the stairs.
Bruce watched as everyone went their separate ways.
Damn, he should have tried to get information out of one of them before they left.
The secret little gestures, the laughing, the words that seem to have no context.
What were they hiding and why wouldn't they just tell him?
He was gonna figure it out, sooner rather than later.
To protect them from doing anything stupid of course, not because he was secretly a bit nosey.
That was simply part of the job.
For now, he was going to grill information out of Clark.
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