posting this draft here because i have no idea how i should continue it or where to go with it
“Fuck you!” Damian screamed in the background— at no one other than Tim. Dick didn't know when exactly Damian had started to use curse words but he wasn't willing nor was he bothered to find out.
“Whoa, you kiss your mother with that mouth?” Tim shot back, and Dick could hear the scowl forming on Damian’s face at the mention of Talia.
“No, but I kissed your mother with it and she liked it!”
The unmistakable sound of a slap followed, and Dick didn't even flinch nor did he blink. He ignored their fighting for the sake of his remaining sanity, and focused instead on the report at hand— one that should have been submitted immediately upon his return from space, which he might have forgotten about.
“Should I be worried?” Bruce asked dryly from beside him.
“No. Let them be,” Dick muttered without looking up, adjusting the top of his suit that had been pooled around his waist and continued typing. “They’re bonding.”
“Bonding,” Bruce repeated flatly, just as a second crash echoed through the Cave, followed by another shriek. Dick could hear him exhaling slowly, as if he was summoning his mental strength to not turn around and hang his youngest sons from the t-rex’s teeth. “They’re gonna break something. Or kill each other.”
Dick hummed noncommittally. “You’re a billionaire. Just replace whatever gets destroyed.”
Bruce only let out a sigh, long-suffering and exasperated.
“And if it escalates and worse comes to worst,” he added, gesturing vaguely toward the chaos, “you can find a new Robin. Or ask Jason to fill in. I’m sure he’d be thrilled.”
From his peripheral vision, Bruce gave him a look— one that said, without words, that Dick was being an absolute asshole. It was somewhere in between a glare and the weary expression of a man who’d accepted long ago that his eldest who was both a gift and a curse.
Dick only gave him a sunny smile in return— dimples on display and all.
“You're not funny,” Bruce deadpanned.
“You’re right,” Dick replied, still typing, because the man beside him was a nosy bastard and would bug him all week if he hadn't finished up the report. “I’m hilarious.”
Bruce grunted, unimpressed, as he finally walked away— probably to have a midnight snack or to make sure the two gremlins didn't actually kill themselves, you may never know with Bruce.
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