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"Demon spawn."
"The Devil's regurgitated snack."
Jason blinked. "What?"
Damian lifted his chin. "Is your hearing going with your old age? One foot never left the grave?"
Jason gaped at him.
"If you feel unwell, I suggest going outside to the pond where you can rest with the fish. If you expire, I will remove you from the shelf."
"…Did you go out and read obituaries?"
Damian shrugged. "The others did not appreciate your death jokes."
That was… kinda sweet in a morbid way. Jason approved. "How 'bout this, I'll let ya know if I need a bucket to kick."