Anytime Damian is upset with Alfred for whatever reason, he does thing that he THINKS normal rebellious kids do.
Dick- Damian, what are you doing
Damian, not even looking up- Pennyworth grounded me from patrol until I've recovered. Therefore, I am playing my DS on the couch all day.
Dick- Wow. Really sticking it to the man, aren't you?
Damian- I could be reading a book right now. Something that could benefit my future. But nooooo. I'm acting out.
Jason- Dude, just stop
Damian- Why? We all know his favorite part of dinner preparation is chopping the vegetables. Imagine his face when he finds that everything has already been diced to perfection?
Jason- ... I'm going to have to teach you how to egg houses, aren't I?
*Taylor Swift playing over the speakers throughout the entire manor*
Bruce- Alfred, what's with the music?
Alfred- Master Damian intends to annoy me into letting him patrol tonight.
Bruce- And you... don't like Taylor Swift?
Alfred- He believes that we all enjoy Bach as much as he does.
Alfred- Master Dick is currently convincing his other siblings to take the opportunity to throw a dance party
Think about the quality of Gotham schools. Bruce can't have all his kiddos go to the same school because that would be too sketchy (and he doesn't want them pulling shananagans or bullying eachother at school) so some of them ended up at a public school. The amount of shit the batkids would pull and Bruce would pay the school off not to expell them.
"Like oh, Jason beat up seven kids, how does a new gymnasium sound." "Did Grayson throw food on a kid that made fun of his name, it's fine, I bet your teachers could use new science supplies." "Is Cass cursing out classmates in ASL, well I bet improving those elevators so the ADA doesn't get on your ass is useful."
Bruce at parent-teacher conferences would be next level. Like a checkbook in hand, lawyer on speed dial, and a helluva lot of caffeine to get through the night.
jason todd with the valentines day special pleasee
YOU'RE SO GOOD TO ME
It was Valentine's Day, yet Jason still had patrol. God you hated it. You couldn't have one night home with your boyfriend without it being disrupted or cancelled. Not even on the holiday of love. Fuck, even Bruce and Selina had taken the night off.
You were in yours and Jason's apartment, laying on your bed in the dark. The only light in the room was from your phone, which was filled with images from your friends Instagrams of their boyfriends and fiancé(e)s and husbands.
They were having an amazing night with fancy restaurants while you were worrying if your lover would make it back home or not.
You let your phone flop out of your hand and onto the bed as you reach to his side of the bed. Your fingers dig into his pillow as you drag it over to you. You hug it tightly, taking in a big breath to inhale the scent of rain and motorcycle grease. An odd yet comforting smell.
You slowly start to drift off to sleep, the warmth of the blankets and the darkness of the room pulling you into it's depths. Your breathing slows down as your eyelashes flutter, you finally sleeping.
An hour or so later, you're woken up by the familiar sound of military boots and kevlar hitting the ground. The door opens a few seconds later, revealing an exhausted looking Jason.
He's in black cargo pants made with kevlar woven in, and a long sleeved black shirt. His dark brown hair is ruffled and messy. The white stripe in the front of his hair is on the right side of his face instead of the left where it usually is.
"Jaybird?" You mutter sleepily, looking over at him as you rub sleep from your eyes
"...hi love..." he whispers softly "I gotta cut on my side. D'yah mind patchin' me up?"
You nod, getting up. You stand up and trudge over to the bathroom, flicking on the lights. Both yours and Jason's eyes squint from the sudden intrusion on your corneas.
Jason leans against the sink counter, you rummaging through the drawers. You pull out some hydrogen peroxide, gauze, and pre wrap you bought for things like this.
You turn on the sink and wet a square of gauze. You press it to the gash on the side of his ribs, getting rid of the dried blood crusting the shirt to his body. He helps lift his shirt up, keeping it off the wound as you clean it.
He's done this enough times, been beaten and cut so much the sting of the cleaner doesn't hurt. And he's not really one who's sappy, so he's never tell you this, but it hurts a little less when you're cleaning his wounds.
You put the gauze over his wound, wrapping pre wrap around his ribs to keep the gauze on. He takes off his shirt and replaces it with a spare green T-shirt from off the bathroom floor. He watches you put the med kit back, his grey eyes tracing you.
You walk out of the bathroom, flicking the lights off as you leave. You lift up the covers on the bed and crawl under, the warmth threatening to take you immediately if it weren't for Jason's weight appearing next to you.
As you two lay comfortably in the silence and darkness, Jason shifts over to lay his head on your chest and have his arms draped over your hips. His body heat soaks into you, pulling you deeper and deeper into the almost irresistible urge to sleep. The only reason you don't is because his whispers reach your ears before you can.
"You're so good to me." Jason whispers softly "Happy Valentine's Day love. Sorry it sucks."
As someone who grew up with siblings, I just can't stop thinking about Nightwing and Red Hood getting into a fight in costume and Nightwing slapping his hand over Red Hood's mouth to get him to shut up, temporarily forgetting that he can still talk through the helmet, and Red Hood retaliating by trying to lick Nightwing's hand and accidentally just licking the inside of his helmet.
I’ve never been able to peel back the layers of a character quite like this before. I’ll miss you, Two-Face— and even more, I’ll miss working with the incredible #CWGothamKnights cast & crew.
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