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He hadn’t meant to swear, at all or that loudly. It was just a tiny slice, but it still hurt like hell.
In his periphery, he saw both Dick and Damian look up from the coffee table, where the two were studiously coloring. Damian wobbled to his feet as Dick called, “Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Just a paper cut.” Jason sighed, watching blood ooze through his skin before wiping it away. “God, I hate paying bills.”
“Everyone does.” Dick replied warmly, watching as Damian padded carefully across the floor. He was still trying to get a hold of this walking thing. He silently reached Jason’s side, flopping his chubby arms across Jason’s thigh, reaching urgently for Jason’s hand.
“Baba.” He demanded shortly. Jason pursed his lips but complied, letting Damian pull his hand down and examine it seriously. Without warning, the toddler brought the injured finger to his lips, making loud smacking noises as he kissed it three times and lingered on the third - a mimicry of Dick’s bedtime routine. Suddenly he released Jason’s hand and stepped back, holding his hands above his head in victory. “All better!”
Dick’s cooing could probably be heard two blocks away.