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Jason was tall - this was just a fact, he was taller than all of his other siblings nowadays, even Dick. He’d hit Bruce’s height sometime after being dunked in The Pit for the first time, and he was constantly waiting for another growth spurt, considering how it had gone so far. All that to say, he wore very large clothes compared to his siblings, a fact he was occasionally disappointed by (what do you mean, Dick’s hoodies aren’t comfortably large on him anymore?). And he rarely spent enough time at the manor to switch clothes, so it wasn’t like they were sharing a lot anyway.
Which is why he was very confused about his current;y-missing hoodie.
Dick was out of the question - Jason had immediately gone to accuse him, since Dick was the most common clothes thief (he always said Jason's stuff smelled good). But he hadn’t been wearing the hoodie, and had offered to help look for it, which he never did if he actually had it and was trying to hide it. So now they were walking through the halls, peeking into rooms to see if they could find who’d taken it - or where Jason had left it, considering how spotty his memory was. So far they’d made it through the bedrooms and the event rooms with no luck.
He kind of did wonder if he’d somehow just lost it, or put it somewhere really weird for some reason, because honestly it wouldn’t have been the first time. He’d forgotten that he’d let things at him, forgotten where he’d put them, seen them in his closet and still somehow thought they were missing… Apparently his revival (which wasn’t from the Lazarus Pit, shockingly) had done something to his brain. At least Dick was always willing to put up with him when he got like this. It was fucking embarassing to forget things so easily, or get so confused; he hated the pitying looks the others would give him, how they tried to treat him so gently. He didn’t need the fucking kid gloves, he was a grown man, he’d killed people, damn it.
There were a few people he could cross off the list right away - obviously, Bruce never took his clothes, and neither did Barbara or Duke. Cass always asked before, and usually left notes that she’d taken something just in case he forgot. He appreciated that - out of all his new siblings, Cass was probably his favorite. (Damian didn’t count, Damian wasn’t new.) He didn’t really have a list anyway, but he knew they wouldn’t have it and if they did he would know already. Hell, Barbara and Cass probably already knew who or what the culprit was, but he hadn’t run into Cass yet and Babs wasn’t at the manor. It wasn’t like she lived there.
Maybe it was one of Damian’s pets. That would be hilarious. Titus did have a tendency to steal clothes for his bed, so it wouldn’t be necessarily surprising. Jason could remember when Ace used to do that, until they’d trained him out of it. (They only had because he started stealing their uniforms.)
“What are you two doing?”
Jason stopped abruptly - when had he started spacing out? Tim was standing in front of them in the hallway. Ugh, Tim.
“We’re looking for Jason’s hoodie!” Dick said, in that same cheerful tone as always, laced with affection, affection Jason hated because Tim didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve to get that warmth- “Wanna help?”
Jason glared at the kid, but Tim just shrugged. ‘Sure,” he said, and stepped into time with them as they started walking again. Ugh. Jason hated being near him. He let himself hang back and wedged himself in on Dick’s other side, grinning briefly as he realized they’d be in height order now. But then he remembered who was involved and he frowned. He aimed a glare at Tim over Dick’s head, but the kid just smiled back. Jason hated him. He sighed.
The kitchen was the next stop. Jason tried to tune out the sound of Dick and Tim trading jokes as he made his way down the hall. He could smell something good, sweet and enticing, wafting through the air. Maybe he could get an extra cookie for his troubles. He pushed the door open, smiling when Alfred turned his head to see who had entered.
“Hey, Alfred,” he asked, leaning through the doorway, still trying to block out those laughs. Dick shouldn’t be laughing at the goddamn replacement’s jokes. “Have you seen my hoodie?”
Alfred smiled back. “Ah, Master Jason. Is that Master Richard and Master Timothy with you? No, I haven’t seen it.” He paused, with that spark that said he knew more than he was letting on. “Might you check the living room? I believe the one who knows may be in there.”
Jason couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. “Alright, thanks Alfie.” He didn’t say ‘love you’, not like he used to, he was too old for that. But somehow he got the feeling Alfred knew he thought it anyway.
He ducked back into the hallway, letting the door close behind him. “Alfie says to check the living room.”
“Alfie?” Tim asked, laughing.
“Oh, shut up.” Jason reached out and smacked the top of his head.
“Don't tease him, Tim.” Dick said gently, and Jason felt a little warmer when Dick’s hand found his. “Let’s go check the living room.”
Jason smirked just slightly when Tim huffed and took his place on Dick’s other side; finally, Dick was paying attention to the one who mattered again. It was easier to tolerate Tim being there now, when he was walking with his arms at his sides while Jason's hand was tucked into Dick’s.
Tim reached the living room first, leaned around the doorway, and then looked back with wide eyes. “Oh my god. You guys have to see this.”
Jason raised an eyebrow, pulling his hand from Dick’s to step into the room only to find-
Oh my god, it was Damian. The kid was curled up on the couch in a hoodie that was even more ridiculously big than when the rest of Jason’s siblings stole it, petting Titus with one hand. Jason felt warm.
“Oh my god,” he gasped, “is that… my hoodie, Dami?”
Damian’s head shot up, visibly embarrassed as he tried to cover his face. “Sh-”
“Aww, so cute!” Dick said from behind, practically squealing. ‘It’s like a boyfriend hoodie!”
Damian physically jolted, blushing hot. “Shut up, Richard! It’s just warm!”
“Yeah, Dick,” TIm laughed, “don’t make it weird. Oh my god, I need to get a picture of this. Gimme a sec to go get my camera-”
“You will not!” Damian yelled, and before ducking his head and pulling the hoodie strings tight enough to hide his face.
Jason found himself laughing, warmth in his chest like there was something fluttering around. “Aw, c’mon, Dames. I don’t mind, it’s cute.”
“I am not cute,” Damian grumbled, but he still let Jason sit down next to him and pull the hoodie back open.
“Okay, not cute,” Jason acquiesced. “Flattering, then. Just tell me next time, yeah? I don’t wanna think I’m finally going crazy if it’s a false alarm.” He winked, reaching out to ruffle the kid’s hair.
Domain reached up to grab his wrist, but sighed. “... Fine.” He pushed into Jason’s side, and Jason let him. It felt nice, having Damian lay against him like this. Yeah, it was nice.